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'WHAT ABOUT LUNA D: D:'. Sorry guys. I should've cleared the air last chapter.

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M U D B L O O D | violent depictions

lucille granger

The burrow smelled like syrup and pancakes.

The scent somehow made its way up, and I couldn't help but awaken.

I flailed my arms and stretched as I got up from the bed, feeling revitalized and refreshed.

Chatter from beneath grew louder as I walked down the stairs.

Soon enough, I was already in the kitchen, where I saw George and Lorenzo help Mrs. Weasley make pancakes.

"Morning," George announced.

"Good morning, love!" Mrs. Weasley cheered, as she whisked the batter, "I hope you're hungry."

"Good morning, Luce," Enzo said as he slid the butter around the hot pan.

"Good morning, everyone," I said, as I took a in the dining table, pouring myself a cup of tea.

Memories from last night soon surfaced and I couldn't determine whether or not to feel guilty.

Though the sex was immaculate and new to me, it was certainly unmatched. I haven't been treated like that since Cedric Diggory, and don't get me wrong, it was really good, but once you've been introduced to something more than just missionary sex, you truly can't go back.

"The rest are still asleep," Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "So, if you'd like a pancake early, you're more than welcome."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I think I'll wait for them," I responded, as I sipped my tea shortly after.

Lorenzo came close to the table and sat besides me.

"How're you feeling?"

"Guilty," I said lowly.

He huffed.

"Well, there's no need-."

"There's every need, Lorenzo-."

"Luna and I aren't together anymore, Lucille."

I gulped.

Though they weren't together, I still felt guilty; I was just as bad as-. As Pansy.

Having sex with someone who doesn't belong to me; or so I thought he belonged.

I'm just as bad as her.

Now thinking about her makes me mad.

"Wha-. What happened?"

"She wanted to break up with me out of bloody nowhere," he sighed, "She didn't give me an explanation, she didn't give me any reason. She just-. Went up and left. Like nothing. I still visit her-. I mean, I still try, y'know? Because I can't let go that easily, I mean-."

I still felt guilty. I had sex with him thinking that he was with Luna. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for that.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Enzo," I responded.

"Ah, it's alright, really," Lorenzo looked down at the ground, "But there's no need to feel guilty, y'know? I mean, I know what I was doing last night and I was fully aware-. I just hope you were, too, I mean, I hope you weren't bloody drunk and that I took advantage of you or anyth-."

"Enzo, I knew what we were doing," I assured him, "You didn't take advantage of me."

"Well, I'm glad. Taking advantage of someone is the last thing I'd ever do in my bloody life."

"Lorenzo, dear. Could you help us?" Mrs. Weasley asked gently.

Lorenzo shot up from his chair, "Duty calls m'lady."

Sex with Enzo was good.

It felt nice being able to experience something different,

But I guess it didn't sit right because-.

I guess it didn't sit right because it wasn't Draco.

***

draco malfoy

"My love," my mother whispered, "It's time to get up. I made breakfast for you."

I opened my dreading eyes open only to see my mother hovering over me.

My head was pounding aggressively; there was never a day where I wasn't intoxicated.

I spent weeks trying to put the pieces together.

I spent weeks trying to figure out what the fuck went wrong, and how things went wrong.

I spent weeks trying to understand.

I was mourning the loss of my child, and in the process, I lost the only person who understood me.

How can someone choose to continue to live after that?

After life without her?

Life without Lucille?

Fuck, I'm an idiot.

I'm a fucking idiot and it doesn't make sense.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled into my pillow.

"But you haven't ate in two days-."

"Mum-. I'm not hungry," I said passively.

I didn't want to be rude.

I didn't have any energy to be mean to my mum right now.

Or at all, really.

She stroked my hair, placed a kiss on my forehead, sighed, and left my room.

And just like that, I was alone again.

When I thought 24 hours was long, try imagining 360 hours non-stop.

And the only thing in your head is guilt.

Confusion, if you may.

Why the fuck did I cheat on Lucille.

Why the fuck did I cheat?

When she asks me why, I can't even give her an answer.

I don't even have the energy to be angry anymore.

I already broke my bloody mirror.

Two holes in the wall.

And the mirror in my bathroom.

I couldn't stand looking in the mirror without Lucille in front of it with me.

Sleeping in this bed was sickening enough.

I need to get out of this room.

I climb off my bed and head towards the door, toppling over bottles of alcohol and plates that my mother brought up for me when I couldn't bare to walk down the stairs.

My mother has been nothing but nice to me, and I've been rude to her my whole life.

We both grew up in the same house at Lucius Malfoy; we both suffered.

It isn't fair for her.

I am not my father.

I'm not.

Another person to feel guilty for; Narcissa Malfoy.

I stepped down the stairs barefoot as the cold tinge struck the sole of my foot, sending me a jolt of energy.

I followed the smell of eggs.

It's always fucking eggs.

But it's better than nothing.

I walk into the kitchen to see my mum, my sperm donor, Blaise, and Lorenzo.

"I thought you left," I mumbled to Lorenzo, as I passed him and grabbed a plate from the cabinet.

"I did, yes. But now I'm back," he responded, "Did you miss me?" Lorenzo jeered.

I didn't care if you came back, Lorenzo.

"No," I muttered, grabbing a fork and immediately placing scrambled eggs on my plate.

"Don't be so mopey, Draco. It's unbearable," Lucius snarled, as he stood by my mother who was cooking more eggs.

I disregarded him. I sat on the swivel chair and slammed my plate down as I ate.

"Leave him alone, Lucius-." my mother insisted.

"I can't stand his attitude, Narcissa. It's disgusting, truly," he spat, as he poured himself a cup of tea.

Disregarded.

"How're you feeling?" Blaise questioned, as he sat right next to me.

"The same as yesterday," I said.

"Days are still long?" Lorenzo queried.

"Longer than ever," I said, as I shoved food into my mouth.

"Surely Pansy wasn't that bad," father said.

I stopped chewing.

I looked up at him.

And his fucking face-.

Had a fucking-.

A fucking devilish smirk that I inherited.

And so he smirked at me.

With malice.

Who the fuck told him?

"What?" I seethed.

Father scoffed.

"What, you think Pansy would just have sex with you out of nowhere? Truly, you don't think that?" he said, "Maybe you should think with your head the next time you ever think about sleeping with a filthy...little...mudblood."

I swear I don't know what happened, but one moment I'm sitting at the kitchen island eating eggs, and then the next I'm punching my father in the face over and over and over again as he toppled on the ground.

I'm not thinking.

I can hear shouting but I'm not listening.

It's all clouded.

I've never been so angry in my life.

I've never felt so much anger in my life before.

Blood splattered on the marble floor.

Mother was screaming, but she couldn't pull me off.

None of them could, really.

All I could see was red.

My fists were already numb.

And so I stopped.

I grabbed him by the neck.

"What the fuck did you do!" I shouted.

I looked at him; face was bleeding, lip was busted, cheek busted, I could care less.

I needed answers.

He just laughed.

I punched him again.

"Tell me what you fucking did!"

He coughed up blood, struggling to even speak.

I punched him again.

"Fucking SPEAK!"

Mumsy was crying, but she knew she couldn't interfere.

She knew he deserved this.

He deserved everything bad.

Everything that could hurt him.

The pain that he's caused my mother.

The pain that he's caused me.

The pain that he's caused Lorenzo.

Everyone around him had to fucking tip toe.

No, that stops today.

I punched him again.

"Draco," he panted, "Stop."

Lorenzo and Blaise just watched. They didn't know what to do, either.

They knew he deserved this.

"Tell me what you fucking did!" I raged.

"Pansy-. Pansy followed your every move that night. Made s-sure you drank all the drinks with the s-serum-." Lucius coughed

"What fucking serum!"

"The S-sortis Serum," he panted.

SORTIS SERUM

A DANGEROUSLY COMPELLING SERUM WHEN INGESTED.

INDUCES LUSTFUL THINKING

DESIRES SUCH AS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE/ACTIONS

First brewed by: Laverne de Montmorency

1845-1847

Another hard punch. Another one. Another one until he was unable to open his eyes; unable to speak.

This is the part where Lorenzo and Blaise pulled me off of him.

I looked down at him and he wasn't moving.

Like I care.

I looked down at my fist, heavily panting.

Fuck, it was bloody.

Looked over at mumsy and she was trembling; crying uncontrollably.

"It was fucking you who ruined EVERYTHING!" I screamed to my father, as he laid on the ground bleeding profusely and inaudible; but I knew he could hear me. "It was FUCKING YOU!"

I shoved Lorenzo and Blaise off of me and stepped over his body heading to the sink to wash my fucking fist.

I was filled with rage.

Adrenaline was coursing through my body.

Mumsy was still crying.

"I need to see her," I seethed, "I need to see Lucille."

"Wh-. What? Mate, your father's on the ground you can't just lea-."

"I don't GIVE a bloody FUCK, Blaise. I need to see-. I need to see her," I snapped, washing my hands. I turned the faucet off and turn around, looking down at my father who could possibly be dead. "Blimey fucker had it coming for him."

Lorenzo lowered to the ground and placed his two fingers beneath my father's neck, checking for a pulse.

"He's still alive," he muttered.

Fuck.

"I'm leaving," I spat, "I need to see Lucille."

I need to see her.

I need to fix this.

I need her back.

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