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Chapter 5
It was a week after I had been told what was now expected of me. Fuck. I'm not one for swearing but I'm expected to have sex with Malfoy and carry Voldemort's heir so I think the situation constitutes swearing. I still hadn't spoken to Draco since that day and there was no way I was letting him anywhere near me. I haven't left the room in that time preferring to have the house elves bring the food to me. Though I tried they still wouldn't engage me when I tried to thank them when they brought it to me.
Draco had been called down to a meeting with the dark lord. I felt a little guilty ignoring him. This it might affect me the most but it still was affecting him. I mean he had to have sex with a mudblood. That got to be repulsive to him. He was trying to be nice to be. He would often be gone by the time I rose from bed in his place there would be a book waiting for me on my night stand. I guess I should try and be civil to him. At least try on be logical about our situation.
I was half way through my current book when the door to our bedroom slammed open and a very pale Mrs Malfoy stood in the door. She swept over to the bed pulling the bed covers back before running back to the door and pulling something off the floor. She and Draco limped slowly through the door and towards the bed. I found myself slowly moving towards them. Draco was paler than his mother: the ghosts at Hogwarts were flushed compared to him. I could see a split lip, black eye and other bruising and that was just around his face. I moved to the other side of Narcissa and started to help her. She was trying to undo the buttons on his shirts but her hands were shacking so much the task was proving impossible for her. I gently took her hands away from his shirt and did the buttons my self. I the sight that met me was horrific. His chest was a mottle mess of bruising from brand new to old healing bruises. I gently run my hands over the bruise taking note of them, as I reached Draco's lower ribs he moaned and moved away from my hand.
I can feel Narcissa peering over my shoulder watching her son. The anger that is radiating from her is palpable. I look over at her and can see the tears in her eyes. "what happened to him?" I asked her. She barley looked at me before she went back to watching her son. I went to the bathroom a brought a bowl of water and a cloth to help to clean Draco's wounds. I started on his face slowly washing away the blood and muck that covered it.
"It was you." I turned back towards Narcissa, "He refused, for you. That's why he suffered." Guilt washed over me. He had been trying to talk to me all week but I had ignored him now this has happened to him.
"I can heal him if you lend me your wand." I said holding my hand out waiting. She stood quickly and moved away putting some distance between us. She looked disgusted with me. Before I could say any more she has swept out of the room leaving me with Draco.
He was barley even conscious. He was just lay there. I slowly bathed his wound and did what little wandless healing I could. But it just didn't seem like enough. He was in this mess because of me. He had stood up to the dark lord to protect me.
I had to do something to repay him for his kindness.
21st October 2014
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