Love, Draco

Chapter-01

Draco is sitting still. He has been sitting like this for about one hour. Before that he was pacing back and forth vigorously. But now he is sitting still. All the helplessness and the feeling of being powerless have made him tired. He doesn't know what to do now. For the past nineteen years he has been living for her…only her. He made a promise to himself, to keep her safe. To keep her safe from a distance. Because he knows, he does not deserve her. He never was and never will be worthy of her. He is broken. He is a monster. He cannot touch her, smell her, take her in his arms or even talk to her. He just watches her, from a distance. And as long as she is safe, he is content. He does not need anything else. He loves her so much that he could spend a lifetime without even going near to her, as long as she is safe and happy. But, now, she is not safe anymore. And he doesn't know how to keep her safe. He is helpless.

Narcissa Malfoy is watching her son from behind the study door. She is watching her son suffer and she blames herself. She couldn't give her son a happy, healthy life. A tear of sadness fall from her eyes. But she is helpless too.