Azkaban, December 14, 1998
Dear Hermione,
I am sitting alone in a corner of a cell with filthy and weather-worn walls, I look out the tiny window at the sun setting.I have already imagined running away from her several times, which would probably lead me to a slow and painful death, after all the guards insisted on highlighting the amount of spells that surrounds her.And even if I could escape, theDementorswould soon catch me.The memory of them makes me feel cold and the wind whistles at the noise that those monsters make when they are undermining all their happiness, it is scary.But it's getting dark and in a little while, I won't be able to write anymore, so I leave my companions aside, for now ...
I always wondered why people are so predictable.Why do they live stuck in any singular point of view, when they could have so much more!Who wouldn't be happy with a bank account like mine?Have an enviable social position?Be flattered just for carrying a surname?I never understood why people settle for so little, living their mediocre lives as if that were enough.I never settled.I've always had the good and the best.The best clothes, brooms, books etc ...
My father taught me since I was a child, how to do the best and be the best.Therefore, anyone with a financial condition below mine was not worthy of my respect, much less of my friendship.TheWeasleyswere nothing more than poor poor breeders.I have never seen a rascal enjoy making children so much.Not having anything to do with it.
After everything happened, I started to wonder why my life became a nightmare, in which I live awake today.Now I understand and learn in the worst way.Throughout my life, I have denied in every way, assuming that I could be wrong.My pride Malfoy was greater than reason.I didn't want to see what had changed me.In a spoiled and prejudiced guy.That he didn't accept taking no for an answer.That he thought he was better and superior to everyone."I'm not going to lie, I still think I'm a little bit, besides having an exotic beauty".
I know I was stingy and cruel.Especially with you, my love.I wish I could go back in time to break all the barriers that I created around me.Perhaps, my miserable life, I would have taken a different course.Perhaps.
Do I look contradictory?Don't you dare agree.I refuse to listen!
I'm not crazy as they claim.I am perfectly rational, my temperament is naturally acceptable and sociable.The circumstances in which I find myself are only reflections of the singular points of view that I once questioned.Living trapped in a filthy cell and seeing my vitality being sucked in, day after day, is nothing like the pain I feel for you.It's like dying a little bit every hour, every day, every breath.
Can a person call himself crazy?Was a madman really aware of this?Better not to know the answer.I'm afraid to start questioning what is real or illusion.
I gave myself so much to a love ... Forbidden, unexpected and overwhelming.And now, I feel all the consequences.For not having lived it completely ...
I don't know what's going on with me.Sometimes I'm fine, other times I feel like breaking everything around me.To vent all my anger, to make someone suffer, cry and die.Hate has completely invaded my heart, strong and intense as a storm, the pain of its absence has transformed it.I can't get out of that loneliness anymore.I feel every part of my body asking for help, my eyes transmit the pain of a body with a destroyed soul.What walks in that cell is just a carcass, of a body that has not long known the meaning of happiness.
Draco Malfoy
- Dad, don't be sad.If you suffer, I suffer too.Tell me more about you and mom.How did you start dating?- My little one asked curious.I smiled when I saw him.I don't consider myself a lonely man entirely.Not when, if you have a child to keep you company.ScorpiusMalfoy, my heir, comes to visit me every afternoon.The little blond boy with brown eyes renews my strength when I think I have no more.Today he arrived early, to my delight.I count the minutes for your arrival.He makes me happy.
- Dad!- The boy exclaimed, stamping his foot impatiently.
- Sit here, on Daddy's lap.- He sat down.- I'll tell you everything that happened.- "Minus the parts inappropriate for your age".I thought.
- We fought all the time.His mother was stubborn, bossy, and an advocate for lost causes.And it took me seriously.And what irritated me the most was those stupid little friends of hers that she defended at all costs.Once she even hit me ...
- Dad, you already told me!I want to know when you guys first kissed.-Scorpiusspoke impatiently, rolling his eyes.This boy really is my son.
- I once found her, alone, sleeping on top of some books in the library.We were in the exam week and she always killed herself with studying so much.As I am a "good" person, I was kind enough to wake her up.In fright.- I laughed when I remembered his face, red with anger.
- What did you do?
- I dropped some books, which were on the shelf above her.- I burst out laughing.I am a bad example for my son.
- What did she do when she found out it was you?
- He ran towards me and hit me with a book.She was very angry, I had to hold her and take the other book she took to hit me again.It was at that moment that ... - Remembering this part, in particular, made me nostalgic.
- They kissed!- My son jumped for joy.
- Yes, we kissed.
- And then?
- She slapped me.He called me a weasel and threatened to hex me.
- And what did you do?- What a curious boy!He pulled Hermione.
- I kissed her again.Again ... And again ... Until she has no more arguments and runs out of air.That day was one of the most special of my life.I didn't think I could like her.After several meetings on the sly.Over time, I fell in love with his way of speaking, his tastes, his intelligence.It wasn't supposed to happen at all.But did it happen ...Scorpius?- I called realizing that there was no one in my lap.-Scorpius?- I called higher.- But where did that boy go ?!- I heard footsteps, then I saw Potter at my cell door, with the usual scrolls he brought.
- What are you doing here, Potter?Have you seen my son?- The cracked forehead wrinkled his eyebrows at me and looked at me with pity.I hated being looked at with pity, even though there was no one else I saw.
- There is noScorpiushere Malfoy, he is gone ... Just accept ... - I didn't answer, it's not like he was worthy of any attention from me and what the hell was he talking about ?!Scorpiusalways came to visit me ...
Azkaban, December 20, 1998
Dear Hermione,
Damn time you answered me!That you smiled at me.Why didn't you just turn your back?And he went on with his life with his stupid friends.I know I was to blame.I was trapped within my own freedom, I was a slave to the conventionalisms dictated by my father.What we felt for each other did not have to obey any rules.Why did I put so many obstacles, so many walls between us?
I know I made a mistake.In fact, I made a mistake in the beginning, middle and end.I can't blame my family's teachings for everything.Blood prejudice has been sown in me since childhood.However, the decision to let him grow and avenge was entirely mine.My ignorance was halfway to the prejudice that I havecultivated over the years.My aunt AndrĂ´meda grew up on the same social dictates of prejudice against Muggle-borns and was not allowed to be manipulated.He made his own analyzes and drew his conclusions.Leaving no one to influence.I envy your courage.Even after she was expelled and disinherited from her family, she did not stop following what she thought was right, nor did she abandon her principles.
I deposited in the concepts defended by my father all the confidence in the world.Can you imagine what happened?Yes, it sucked, as you can see.When I remember him, my sadness increases.I have unhealed wounds on my heart and a permanent guilt on my conscience.For doing what I did.Regardless of his actions, he was still my father and I loved him.
I am feeling such sadness that it hurts.It hurts a lot ... Why does love hurt so much for those you love?Nobody deserves to suffer so much in life, nobody!If only I had my mother's visits.However, since, the trial has not seen her, and that has been a long time.I even thought it was she who presented me with feathers, paints and parchments.But I soon discovered to be Potter, which I don't care as long as he keeps bringing ...
Draco Malfoy
Azkaban, January 16, 1999
Dear Hermione,
Today I dreamed of you, again.I remembered in dreams what I lived with you.Sitting under a tree, with a thick book in her hands.You read so calmly, you didn't seem to notice me.His eyes shone with each paragraph.Her extremely voluminous curly hair moved smoothly like a sea breeze.I accidentally found something in his features that held me.When you looked at me I melted inside.What we felt was beyond lust.
- I never understood your obsession with books.- I muttered under my breath scaring you.I confess that I felt a little jealousy.Yes, this is childish of me.I know it is.But to see you there, alone, with none of your friends taking you.Spending your time on books, meanwhile, we could be doing something more productive, like having sex for example.
The war was coming, we had to make the most of the time together.
- Malfoy!You scared me, don't do this anymore.- Hermione scolded me.I couldn't help smiling.- It's not obsession, it's passion.
- Malfoy?Last night, during our hot making out session, you called me Draco over and over while moaning.What has changed from yesterday to today?- I've never seen anyone blush so quickly.Just remembering his moans of pleasure as we loved each other felt a twinge in my groin.I looked at your bust maliciously.All night long we played with each other, teasing, stroking, fucking.All the touches, all the whispers and moans of pleasure, everything I share with her seems so right.
- Nothing has changed.Now you want to stop looking at me like that!
- Which way?Ah, I know.- I started looking at every part of your body.- Like I'm going to fuck you, under this tree in broad daylight.
- Draco, you want to stop this!Imagine if someone passes by and hear this.Think about the problem you're going to give.
- Seeing the two of us together is already a problem, my beautiful.
- Really ... I want to tell you something.In fact, I'm looking for the courage to tell you.
"Don't tell me you changed sides and decided to follow the Dark Lord?"- I spoke with irony.
- Don't be ridiculous!This is never going to happen.- Hermione got mad and closed the book tightly.Damn it!I lost the chance to remain silent.
- I was just kidding.You are verystressed.I already know what you need ... Nothing that another night of wild sex won't solve.
- Enough!I'm going back to the castle ...
- Don't you dare get up.Now tell me.- I said authoritarian.
- I lost my will.
- Okay.Then you tell me.- I preferred to change the subject, before I was unlucky.- New book?- I asked about it as if I really wanted to know.
His gaze changed and a shy smile appeared.Hermione has three types of smiles.The devastating, the timid and the irresistible.
- Yes. I got it from my dad for his birthday.His name is the Wuthering Hill.
- Strange name.- I wrinkled my nose.I didn't like anything in the Muggle world, but I pretended to be interested.I didn't want to start a new disagreement for bullshit.
- It is a classic of Muggle literature.I'm loving reading it ...
I didn't let her continue.Certainly, I was going to start talking nonstop about that book.I pulled her to me and stole a kiss.Even surprised at first, it corresponded to me the way I liked it.Our mouths wanted each other with intensepassion.I loved the way she returned it, touching my rigidity that pulsed inside my pants.Even without touching it, I knew that a pool was forming between her thighs.
"I want to get into you," I murmured, kissing your neck.
- Not here!Are you crazy?
- Yes. For you.I wish you so much that it hurts.- I was getting very excited.I can't take my eyes off every inch of your body.
- I want you too, but let's go somewhere else ...
- I know!- I took your hand and dragged it to the entrance of the forbidden forest.
- Now I'm sure you're really crazy.- Hermione stopped on the floor, refusing to follow me.
- Don't be silly, we won't go into the forest.Just stay on the edge.Where there are many trees and we are not in danger of someone seeing us.Also, look at the time that is forming, I doubt anyone will come to these e on, give me a quickie!
- Draco, you freak!- Hermione slapped me on the shoulder.But he decided to follow me.
The weather was really changing and the rain would soon fall.Raindrops dripped down our bodies, wetting us.Hermione wore a white T-shirt under her uniform.That stuck to your breasts, revealing the beaks.Thunder startled her.I gestured for her to come closer.We were already completely wet.Our clothes stick against our body.We protect ourselves from the rain under a tree with thick foliage.
Hermione gave me smile number three.The irresistible.That made my heart race.The only sounds that became noticeable were that of falling rain and thunder in the distance.I felt like some sexual monster had just emerged in me and wanted to devour it fast and hard.I want it like I never wanted anyone.I took off his soaked T-shirt.Then I slipped the zipper on her skirt and, while pulling it down, I lean in capturing her lobe between my teeth and the bite slightly.
- Let's get sick.- She turned her head and took my mouth with passion.
- I don't mind catching a cold.- I raised my arms so she can take my shirt off.His moist tongue slowly creeps along the contours of my ear.That hot mouth drove me crazy.The only thing I could think of was having wild sex with her.
- We can't delay ...
I greedily removed her panties.I opened her femininity and caressed her clitoris and then licked it.I was hungry.And she was very wet, in everyway.I released my hard, pulsating member and penetrated it.My body started to move against yours wildly.
It entered and left quickly, penetrating its wet crack with force.Hermione moaned as she pulled on my hair, bit and scratched my body.My hands caress her breasts, moving down the sides of her hot, silky body.
Pure, bubbling ecstasy radiated through my body.
My thrusts sent flames of fire through our bodies.I gasped.A delicious orgasm was approaching.I accelerated the movements by possessing it with even deeper thrusts.Hermione softened under me and moaned loudly announcing that she had come ... It didn't take long and I also reached my climax.We gasp for the strength of orgasm.I kissed your eyelids.This had undoubtedly been one of the best fucks of my life.
Azkaban, February 8, 1999
Dear Hermione,
I woke up sweaty, I felt a complete emptiness in my chest.How is it possible that nobody saw what we were doing?The sparkle that emanated from our eyes when we exchanged long looks and malicious smiles in classes and in the hallways.Those looks said more than an afternoon of conversation.
I go to the window, look at the sky and see that it is already dawn.I hear the chirping of birds flying in flocks far away.I wish I could do the same ... I went back to sketching what I feel.I like to write.Writing became my form of outburst and escape.This leaves me too far from my sadness, the one that corrodes me every day and floods my spirit with suffering.
The war was nearing an end.There were people dueling on all sides and bodies falling limp on the floor.My body was sore, my left arm was bleeding, but I wouldn't stop to pay attention to it.You need to find Hermione.Nothing would stop me from stopping looking.
Potter killed the Dark Lord once and for all.The hope of knowing that Hermione would probably be with her friends, made me endure all the pain I felt.I walked for a few minutes, randomly asking if anyone had seen her.At first, they were surprised by the question and then just pointed a finger indicating where they had last seen it.
I needed to find her and say how much I loved her.My chest ached with a bad feeling, with a bad omen.I ignored all these feelings and continued.I saw my mother in the distance, her pale figure was nothing like the woman who had a lot of class and elegance.When she saw me, she ran up to me and hugged me tightly.
- I was so afraid of something bad happening to you.- My mom hugged me again.A tear of relief ran down his dirty face.
- Mother calm down!I am fine.I need to know if you've seen Hermione Granger?- I asked urgently.My mom raised an eyebrow in surprise.Even stunned, she replied.
- During the duels I saw your father dueling with a girl.I'm not sure if it was her ...
I interrupted my mother sharply.My stomach froze.
- My father?Tell me how is this girl?
- Yes. She was average size.Thick brown hair ... - I didn't wait for her to finish, she runs away.My ears refused to hear what my mother was screaming.Hermione needed me more than ever.I ran like crazy.
A little far from the center of the battle, I spotted them.Near the edge of a cliff.The two dueled.Hermione was visually tired with her wand raised and she was pronouncinghexesall the time.She bravely defended herself as she could.She smart, my experienced father, that duel could go on for hours ...
In a second of carelessness, my father managed to drop Hermione's wand.With a smile of triumphLuciusMalfoy prepared to utter the curse of death.
- NO!- I shouted with all my strength.They both looked at me instantly.Hermione was very weak, the duel sucked all her strength.
- My son, how good it is!You can watch that mudblood having what you deserve.
- No!You will not do anything!The war is over.Potter's side won.There is nothing we can do to change.The Lord is dead!We must surrender.- I screamed.My legs were shaking and my injured arm hurt.I never faced my father like that.
- Harry Potter won?- My father asked.He didn't believe it.He had taken his master's victory for granted.
- Yes!
His eyes took on a sinister color.His face, previously expressionless, now showed all the hatred he felt.He squeezed his wand.
- So I have one more reason to kill you.
I jumped in front of Hermione.My dad stepped back, amazed at my attitude.
- What does that mean?- Shouted.
- You won't do anything with her!- I shouted back.Hermione let out a groan of concern.
- Get out of my way you useless!
- NO!
- Since when do you defend bad bloods?Get out of thewaynow!
- I'm not leaving!You will not do anything wrong to the woman I love.
- Woman you love?I don't believe what I'm hearing.You can only have gone crazy.I will not allow you to stain the family name by joining this mudblood.Before that, I'm going to kill her.
With a spell he threw me away.Stunned by the fall, I did not hear the curses he pronounced.Hermione struggled on the floor, writhing in pain.He threw another curse.
Hermione put her hands on her belly protectively.Even with the blurry sight, I saw blood seeping between Hermione's legs.A pool of blood quickly surrounded it.I didn't understand the reason for the bleeding.The way she held her belly and cried copiously said something more than the pain she felt ...
- Stop it!It's killing my son.- I darted across the floor behind my wand.My father continued to deliver curses.-Protego!- I screamed.Preventing it from reaching Hermione.
He looked at me and turned his wand to me.
-Stupefied!
-Protego!
My father was out of control.Casting spells at me.Hatred blinded him.
- You will never have a child with that bad blood!
Suddenly, my father turned to Hermione and spoke the words of death.
-AvadaKedavra!
It was sofastthat I blinked several times to try to understand what happened.I was not buying it.She ... She was ...
Everything around me has lost its meaning.Emotions mixed.Revolt, disbelief and hatred.I wanted to scream without stopping.At that moment my heart broke.My chest was crushed in deep pain.
Hermione was dead.
My son was dead.
And I was dying ...
My father put his wand down and laughed, pulling me out of the trance I was in.
In a very quick action, without thinking, I repeated the curse that was used to kill the woman I loved.My father's gray eyes widened in surprise.He doesn't expect that from me, nor do I.His body fell to the side, his proximity to the edge of the cliff made his body free fall.
I ran to Hermione who lay on the floor lifeless.Even after his death his hands remained on his belly protectively.I hugged her and stayed like that for long minutes.I buried my face in the curve of his neck and refused to lift it.I didn't see it when the aurors arrived, but I could hear some wails and murmurs of sadness, which I recognized to be Potter and Weasley's, they wept for their dead friend.Before being brutally pulled from Hermione's body.I whispered in our ear the name we would give our son.
Why am I so melancholy?Damn loneliness!Damn nostalgia!I've tried to somehow diminish what I'm feeling.Lost time.
- Don't say that, Dad.I love you.-Scorpiusscolded me in a childish whisper.A shiver ran through my body.I shiver.He sat proudly on the cold stone bed.Like a real Malfoy.Was this boy reading my mind?
- I love you too, my son.But it is so difficult ... Why?We had to separate.It all seemed so perfect, Hermione and me ... I should have already imagined the little happiness we lived together.It would have a price to pay.Why was it so expensive?I never complained about high values, but that price cost me my joy to live.
- You are not alone.You have me!I will never abandon you ... - I looked at him.I gave a shake of my head.This is my fear ... I screamed for help so many times, that I gave up, damn loneliness.It moved me from the inside out.In the heart and mind.Confusing my senses and tearing my soul apart.No, I can't turn my back on my son.It is the fruit of our love.That's what I still have.
- Do you know what is ironic my son?
- What?
- My father killed my son and I killed my father.
- What is the name of your son that grandpa killed?
- ScorpiusMalfoy.
- Harry wait!- Ron called his friend.- Why do you keep taking these scrolls?- The redhead accelerated his steps to reach the youngaurorwho carried inks and parchments.
- You know very well!Harry turned another long corridor to Azkaban prison.Ron followed him.
- He's crazy, he thinks his son is alive!Why do you still bring these things to him?
- I do it for Hermione.She would be happy to know that in a way I help the man she loved.- Harry missed his friend a lot.
- His father killed her!He does not deserve pity.
- Don't say that Ron.You have no idea how much he loved Hermione.He's suffering ...
- I loved her too!
- But you've already rebuilt your life, he hasn't.I just hope he has the strength to stay alive until I get him out of here.He deserves a second chance ...
