she grabbed the gun with two hands and pulled the trigger. It hurt her palms.
She shot it three times.
She dropped it on the floor instantly afterwards. It was too heavy.
She put one hand over the other and rubbed them together.
She walked over to his aching body. He was curled up like a ball, holding his bleeding stomach.
His face was a big, swollen mess. His eyes were crying.
'This is what you get for giving me nothing,' she told him quietly.
Astoria pulled her hair back and crouched to his level. She kissed him softly on the forehead.
Then she wiped the spot with her bathrobe sleeve.
She crawled over the floor and found the gun. She opened one of his locked fists and placed the gun between his fingers.
'They'll think you killed yourself. I shot you through and through. Don't worry about Scorpius. I'll tell him his daddy couldn't take the pressure anymore. He'll understand.'
His eyes kept crying silently.
'I'll take him on a holiday so he can be away for a while. I'll take him to Italy. You liked Italy, didn't you?'
Draco exposed his naked teeth, coughing blood.
'You really are... a Malfoy,' he uttered, spitting on the floor.
'Look at you. You're glad you're dying. You coward. You're glad I did it. Now you're free from your burden. You're free from your guilt.'
'I didn't do it for you. I don't care if I delivered you. I only care about getting out. About my freedom,' she added, playing with his stained tie.
He smiled a sweet, red smile and clenched his fingers over the gun.
'Thanks, Tori...I owe you one.'
She looked back at his dying face as she walked out of his study.
'Yeah, you owe me,' she agreed and smiled.