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Chapter 6

Several weeks had passed since that night at the café, and although I assured myself every day that I had made the right decision, misery had settled into my life like a persistent shadow. Memories of Bella assailed me at every moment, filling me with a continuous pain.

On one hand, I was convinced that separating from her was for the best; after all, we came from different worlds and our lives were destined to follow divergent paths. But on the other hand, doubt gnawed at me. What if there was a way to make it work? What if I was giving up the chance for something truly extraordinary?

When did I become so melancholic? Bella really turned my life upside down.

One afternoon, I decided to visit my mother, Narcissa, hoping to find some consolation or at least a distraction. Malfoy Manor, though steeped in memories of a past I preferred to forget, still offered a rare comfort.

"Draco, you look tired, is everything alright?" my mother asked almost immediately after my arrival, her voice tinged with concern.

I tried to muster a convincing smile, failing miserably. "I'm fine, Mother. I've just been... thinking a lot lately."

Seeing my state, my mother sought to change the subject to lighten the conversation. "And how is Quidditch going? I hope the sport is giving you some joy. How's your life in London?"

I took a deep breath and responded with a half-smile. "Quidditch is always a relief, Mother. I'm still playing and training. It's one of the few things that help keep my mind clear. Everything's okay." Although my voice carried a tone of normality, my sorrow was evident behind my words.

She looked at me with those penetrating eyes that always seemed to see beyond what I showed. "Draco, I know something is deeply troubling you. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" she insisted gently, guiding me to the living room where the house elf left two cups of tea, steaming on the table.

Eventually, I decided to tell her about Bella, not omitting an important detail I knew would be hard for my mother to hear. "I've met someone, Mother. Her name is Bella. She is... she's a Muggle."

My mother fell silent for a moment, the surprise evident on her face. The word "Muggle" resonated in the air, laden with all the weight of our pureblood heritage.

"Bella has a way of understanding things... It's as if she can see the light in situations where I only see darkness," I continued, watching my mother's reaction. "But the complicated part is that she comes from a world without magic, without everything we consider normal. And I... Well, I come with a complicated past."

She listened in silence, her expression a mosaic of empathy and concern. After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity, her face softened. "Draco, love is not just a path of constant happiness. It comes with its share of challenges and sacrifices. But it also brings joys that are found nowhere else."

Love? I don't know if it's been because of our differences, or my need to protect her, but I haven't even given myself time to think about that part. And if I had, I wouldn't admit it to my mother for the first time. I don't know what I feel exactly, everything has been so complicated, but there's no doubt that I'm becoming more attracted to her every day and yes, I'm falling in love quickly.

"Do you think... our family could accept someone like Bella?" I asked hesitantly, almost fearing the response.

My mother placed her hand on mine, her touch warm and comforting. "Draco, you have changed a lot. And if this young woman has made you feel this way, she must be truly special. You are not your past nor the expectations of our family. And if this love you feel is true, it perhaps deserves a chance to face those challenges. Ultimately, the decision to take that risk should also be hers."

That's something that struck me. I didn't consider Bella's position in all of this. And I'm doing exactly what Edward did with her years ago, I'm taking the decision away from her, I'm deciding to protect her without asking her. If the vampire's remorse is of any use to me, it's to not make his mistake. I have to talk to Bella.

"Thanks, mother. I think I need to think about it and see how I can solve this."

"Don't worry, Draco. I'm sure everything will work out" she hugged me and smiled, "and when everything is solved, bring her here. I would love to meet her."

After this conversation with my mother her words resonated with me for days. Reflecting on our conversations, I found myself unable to shake the feeling that there was something fundamental I had not yet tried: total honesty. What if Bella could accept me as I am, with all my mistakes and dark past?

One night, as the moon illuminated my decision, I knew what I had to do. I decided to talk to Bella, to tell her everything about who I really am: a wizard, my past as a Death Eater, everything. I decided to hell with it all, she had the right to know the complete truth and decide for herself. If there was any chance for something real to survive between us, it had to start with the truth.

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