lucille granger

I glance over at Draco sleeping peacefully. He came back home last night really late, and he reeked of alcohol.

I really hope he didn't get drunk on purpose.

I should've been nicer to him yesterday.

I mean, we lost the baby together, and I truly should've been there for him.

I get up from the bed and pull the duvet covers over his fully dressed body, as he grunted and turned over, still asleep.

I decide to take a shower.

A long shower, perhaps.

I removed all my clothes and threw them in the laundry basket.

I turned on the water and put it in the warmest setting.

As I stepped into the shower, I sucked in my breath.

The warm water flowed down my body, as my hair got heavier.

Mint shampoo.

I massaged my scalp with the sudsy shampoo, then rinsed.

The mint suds ran down my body, leaving its minty trail, passing my stomach down to my legs.

And I cried.

I collapsed down to the ground of the shower and cried.

My baby was gone.

Onyx was gone.

What else did do I look forward to?

What else awaited my future?

No, I can't think like this.

Acres in Plymouth or Glasgow. Two dogs. Live between both worlds. Have one, maybe two, children with Draco.

Grow my life with Draco.

That's what awaits my future.

But for now, I just want to stay on the ground and sob.

Because that's how I feel right now.

****

After what seemed like hours, I got out the shower and quickly dressed up. I wore one of Draco's black t-shirts and my Onyx's grey sweatpants.

It was still pretty early.

7:53 AM.

Usually, everyone is awake at 8:30 AM.

Well, Narcissa is awake at 8:30 AM.

And when Narcissa is awake, so is everyone else.

A cup of coffee sounds great right now.

I walked down the stairs barefoot, as the cold ground sent goosebumps all around my body.

I pattered towards the kitchen, when I suddenly see Lorenzo, shirtless, with his blue pajama pants sitting loosely just below his v-line, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"You're up early," I muttered, as I walked over to the coffee maker.

"Well, I'd say the same thing," He responded, sipping his cup of tea, "You alright?"

"I feel splendid," I responded flatly, as I prepared myself a cup of coffee.

Lorenzo put his tea down and immediately walked over to me, gently grabbing my wrists, stopping me in my tracks.

"Ah, ah. Let me make it for you," He insisted.

"I can make my own coffee, Enzo," I said.

"Just sit down. I'll do it, Luce," He ordered, as I backed up and allowed him to do it.

I took a seat on the swivel as I watched him make my coffee.

"Do you want it bold?" He questioned.

"Mhm."

I stared at his tea cup.

"Could I try your tea?"

"Go on ahead."

I reached over for the tea cup and took a sip.

"You like yours with no creamer?" I asked.

"Luna says it's better to drink tea without creamer," He softly chuckles, "And I'm starting to agree."

As he continues to make my coffee, I notice that there's scratches on Enzo's back.

"You've got scratches on your back," I pointed out.

Lorenzo reached for his back immediately, as if he could pick them or something.

"Bloody hell," He mutters, "That's embarrassing."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Once he finished, the kitchen smelled like fresh brewed coffee, which definitely calmed my nerves down.

He poured a cup of coffee into a Christmas mug and offered me some creamer and sugar.

I picked up the mug and warmed my hands up with it, then indulging in it immediately.

"So, how are you feeling, Luce?" Lorenzo asks.

How do I even answer something like that?

"Tired."

We sipped our drinks.

"Y'know, after a storm comes a rainbow, darling," He reassured.

"I'd like to think that."

"I have high hopes for you, alright?" He walked over with his cup of tea in his hand, and kissed my head, "Just hang in there. If you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'm ready when you are."

And with that, Lorenzo walked out the kitchen and up the stairs.

So I sat in the kitchen alone; coffee mug in my hand and the ticking of clocks.

And I waited.

For something.

Anything, really.

I waited.

****

"Lucille," Narcissa's voice intruded my sleep, "Why are you sleeping on the chair, dear? How long have you been down here?"

I fluttered my eyes open as I saw Narcissa in a silk robe and her hair tied up in a bun.

"What time is it now?"

"8:27"

"Then, not that long."

Narcissa made her way to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and pancake batter.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good."

She gave me unnerving eye contact; worrisome.

"Alright," She responded, as she cracked eggs into a bowl, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"What are you craving, dear?"

"Mmm... Just eggs."

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

"That's all," I responded, "Thank you, Narcissa."

She gave me a smile, as she whisked the eggs.

Just then, the sound of footsteps from many came rumbling from down the stairs. I turned my head to see Blaise, Luna, Enzo, and Draco all in their pajamas.

"Morning, mumsy," Lorenzo chimed as she walked over to Narcissa and placed a kiss on her head.

"Morning, mum," Draco grogged, as he took a seat next to me.

"Good morning!" Luna and Blaise said in unison, taking a seat with us.

Lorenzo stood by Narcissa, assisting her with breakfast.

"How did everyone sleep?" She asked.

"Really good," Luna responded as she smirked at Lorenzo, hoping that Narcissa wouldn't notice.

"I finally got to sleep, actually," Blaise added.

"Well, I'm glad, Blaise!" Narcissa exclaimed, flashing a smile at him.

"What time did you come back, Draco?"

"I-. I came back-. I came back around um-. 2 AM, I think? 2 AM?" Draco stammered, with bags under his eyes and his ruffled hair.

"Did you have fun-."

"No-." He blurted, "I mean-. Not really. No, I didn't. It was such a drag."

"At least your head doesn't hurt," I jeered, as I placed a kiss on his cheek.

"You're right," He responded.

"Oi, Malfoy," Blaise chimed, "You've got a little... knick on your neck," He gestured towards Draco's neck.

Immediately, Draco smacked his hand over his neck.

"What do you mean?" He seethed.

Yeah, what did he mean?

"May I see?" I questioned.

"There's nothing to see, Lucille," He raised his voice.

Lorenzo's facial expressions soon scrunched up, and so did Narcissa's.

I pried his hand off his neck with all my force and-.

There laid a love bite on his neck.

It wasn't small, no.

There wasn't just one, no.

There were 3 nips. All scattered. Medium sized.

I surely didn't put them there. No, they were fresh.

I looked at Draco and his eyes were empty.

Like he's seen a ghost.

"Lucille-. I-. I could ex-."

Nope.

I didn't want to hear anything from his mouth.

I immediately ran out the kitchen and ran up the stairs.

And I knew Draco was following me.

His presence was always there; like a fucking tail.

"Lucille, I can-. I can ex-."

"Stop speaking to me," I seethed.

I barged the door open and immediately pulled the dressers open, pulling out all my belongings and threw it onto the ground.

I didn't have time for crying.

I didn't have time for anything.

Draco shut the door and tried picking my clothes back up only to place them back inside the dresser.

"Fuck off! Fuck off, Draco. Please, just fuck off-."

"Talk to me, Lucille. Please, just talk-."

"There's nothing to fucking talk about!"

"There's a lot to talk about-."

"Fine! Then you start!" I huffed, crossing my arms awaiting an explanation. "Who did it. Who gave them to you."

His grey numbing eyes stared into mine, seeking for pity.

There was no pity for him here.

"Lucille-."

"Who. gave. them. to. you."

"It was an accident-."

"Bullshit! Answer my fucking question, Malfoy."

"Pansy."

Pansy Parkinson.

A knife to the heart.

My back, even.

Does your body ever go numb?

The next big question.

"Did you have sex with her?"

Tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"Draco," I shuddered, "Did you have sex-. With Pansy Parkinson."

He gulped, staring at the ground.

"Fuck's sake! Answer me, Draco!"

"Yes."

Yup.

My blood was boiling. Words can't possibly explain the feeling that I'm feeling right now.

In fact, at this point, things started feeling numb.

"You're a fucking pig." I spat, as I continued pulling things out the dresser.

"Lucille, I am deeply sorry, Lucille," He stammered.

I wasn't paying attention. Anything he said didn't matter.

"Y-. You have to believe me. It-. It was an accident. It truly was, Luce," He stammered again.

Keep talking.

"Lucille, if you could please just stop for a seco-."

"You fucking CHEATED ON ME. The day we LOST OUR FUCKING BABY, Draco! Anything you FUCKING SAY doesn't matter to me anymore!" I shouted. Before I knew it, I was crying.

It was out of frustration; out of pain.

"I know a-and I'm sorry and I really didn't mean it, Lucille please stop packing-."

"How are we supposed to recover from this?! Tell me, Draco. Tell me how I'm supposed to forget!"

"We can-. We can work this out-."

"Oh, would you just shut the fuck up?" I snapped.

"Lucille-." He choked up.

I started packing my trunk with all my clothes. I couldn't bare to be here right now. In the same room as the fucking monster.

Lorenzo was right.

I should've ran.

Loving him was a mistake.

Everything was a mistake.

"Lucille-. Please. Please don't leave m-me. I need you-."

"You're insane, Draco! You're fucking insane!" I shouted, "You think I'm going to stay here? Sleep in the same bed as you after you fucked Pansy Parkinson the DAY that WE lost OUR BABY?"

"It was a fucking mistake, Lucille!"

"You still fucking did it! You did it, Draco! How could you look at yourself in the mirror?"

"I don't-. I never do-."

"I really don't have time to pity you, Draco. I really don't."

"Lucille-. I swear, I don't know what h-happened to me. I don't know what made me do all that last night. I swear on us I swear on everything-."

"Please just stop talking, Draco."

I locked my trunk and carried it, heading towards the door, when Draco suddenly blocked it.

"Please, Lucille. Please don't leave me-. Please-."

"Get out of my fucking way, Draco-."

"If you could just listen to me-. We can make this w-. We can talk this out-."

"There's nothing to fucking talk about, Draco!"

"Wh-. Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here with you. Anywhere but this fucking manor-."

Draco was breaking in front of me.

And I didn't feel bad at all.

I shoved him out of the way and stormed out the room.

"Lucille, please!" He shouted, following me.

I kept walking.

"Lucille, please stay-."

I kept walking.

I walked down the stairs.

"Lucille-." He whimpered. He was really breaking down in front of me.

And I couldn't care less.

"Lorenzo!" I shouted.

He came running towards the foyer.

"Apparate me to the Weasley's," I ordered.

"Lorenzo, don't-." Draco sternly stated through his tears.

"What's going on?"

"Lorenzo, let's go. Apparate me out of here-."

"Don't listen to her, Lorenzo-."

"Fucking DO IT, Lorenzo. DO IT NOW!"

Without hesitation, Lorenzo pulled out his wand from the waistline of his pants and grabbed me, then apparated immediately.

We landed safely in front of the burrow.

There was no big manor anymore.

There was no crying.

No dull colors.

No marble floors.

Just the burrow sitting cozy.

Tall grass.

And I collapsed on the ground and cried.

I screamed, as Lorenzo struggled to comfort me.

Lorenzo was saying something, but I couldn't map it out.

I refused to listen.

I just screamed.

Screamed and cried until it was painful.

But I could breathe out here.

Out here by the burrow.

My vision was blurry, but Lorenzo held me tight as I trembled and shook.

Even his grasp couldn't keep me still.

The never ending pain continued.

*****

Hey guys. Sorry that all of this is happening.

Please don't leave now-. After a storm comes a rainbow.

Plot twists will be coming soon.

You will get your happy ending. Trust me.

D I S C U S S I O N