"I've decided that since Rodophouls Lestrange, who was slowly my uncle was murdered brutally with no found killer, we'll be investigating it," stated Draco, I went from admiring my long nails to going into a state of shock.

 My heart felt as though it had dropped somewhere deep into me.

No fucking way this was happening. 

My own husband was investigating this case. Trying to find the culprit which was his own wife. I couldn't let out a word, rather I only expressed a silent nod whilst everyone else was intrigued to figure out the mysteries surrounding this case.  

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"Tom, I don't know what to do. What if Draco figures out it's me that killed his uncle? It could be an end to our marriage then he'll divorce me and send me to Azkaban and then-" I spoke anxiously as my speech became blurred. 

"Enough. Emerlyn you are overthinking." Tom interrupted. 

I was not overthinking, this was a possibility and the chances for it was high. 

"Overthinking...I'm not overthinking, I'm predicting what may happen!" my words were slow but loud. 

"Think about it this way, it's a good thing, Draco is the one in charge. You can win his trust, and besides you're in the circle you'll know what they're up to and what they're planning. You can easily avoid being caught." he explained himself.

Thinking about it this way, relieved me in a way. It was true I could easily know their next move without even trying. I had a few more exchanged chats with Tom, until a small box slipped out of my pocket from the emerald sweater I was wearing. 

I picked up the lavish-looking box and slipped it back in, but it had caught Tom's eye. 

"What's that?" he inquired, and I exposed the box again.

"It's a gift from Draco's mother, I got it at the party we were in. It's like a thin golden necklace-"

Tom had taken out the necklace and was studying it. 

"This isn't just a necklace...it's.." he tried to recall his memory. "I can't remember vividly but this has magic attached to it."

My eyebrows rose in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know but it's not dark magic, you should wear it." he placed my raven hair on the side of my right shoulder and slid the necklace on. 

I'd thought I'd feel a shiver, or a spark or something. However, I felt nothing. The necklace was only cold and numb. I wasn't entirely convinced about Tom's claim, maybe he had mixed it with another kind of necklace. 

I mean, why would Narcissa gift me something like this? 

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The sky gloomed in its cotton pink and blue clouds, as I took a walk around a silent forest. The sun was moments from setting off and it was time for me to get home. As, I surrounded myself with the urban, busy streets of London. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Emerlyn?" the voice called out.

Oh god. 

This voice was familiar. So familiar it re-birthed the dead memories I had at Hogwarts. No way it was him. 

Axel  Ubel.

I quickly spun around letting out a silent gasp. He whom I had not talked to for almost five years stood in front of me today. An overwhelming amount of emotions took over me. I didn't know what to feel, how to feel, how to react. As this day couldn't get any worse.

In all honesty, I didn't want to see him. I had passed all 5 stages of grief and had accepted his disappearance. 

"My love.." he spoke in a honeyed tone as his light fingers slowly grasped my face. 

I rushed to snatch them away from my face. 

"Axel, things have changed now..." I prepared myself to break the news. "I'm married now." 

He was flabbergasted, to say the least. 

"But..I thought you promised to marry me.." his eyes welled with tears, as his lips parted apart to take a noticeable breath.

He had this persona so many times to the point where it looked fake now. 

"I waited for you all this time..and.."

He was making himself the victim. 

Yet again.

"I have to go.." I breathed holding the tears as he turned, and I turned as well. Running as fast as a human could, not caring if I was disturbing anyone, not caring about the fact if people were looking or not.

I didn't stop to breathe.

And I certainly did not make the mistake of looking back. 

I reached home, opened the doors, and wanted to rush to my room.

However, I bumped into Draco. 

I wanted someone to comfort me so bad.

I wanted a hug. 

This thirst for comfort and love and the never healing scars ate me completely. I couldn't help it any longer. I burst into livid tears. 

I cried, without any word I cried. Burying my head in the crook of his neck for as long as I could remember. He was silent but after a long minute, he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Is everything alright?" I rose my head, my cheeks completely puffed, my eyes completely red. 

What the hell was I doing? 

I quickly let myself go from the embrace and faced him wiping away the tears and sniffing. "Yea.." I replied in a cracked, weak voice.

"It doesn't seem so" his hand met mine. His hands were cold and long. 

I took another breath. "Just a really bad day....I.." I shut myself.

Talking about Axel was far, I didn't even want to think about him anymore.

"I?" he waited.

"I'm sorry I just don't want to talk about it.."

"Oh, don't worry, is there any way I can help?" he asked.

As weird as it sounded.

I wanted a hug, I wanted to stay in his embrace. Only because I wasn't feeling the best. 

"Erm....I.." I stammered over my words, my tongue couldn't form my desired words. "Want to be left alone for a bit."

"Of course" he let out a faint smile. 

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I was in a better mood as the moon glistered. Through the window, I could see the moonlight. Serena had dropped off a few things when I wasn't home, so I had decided to open the bag and investigate what was in it. 

It was a few old poloroaids of me and Serena along with Tom. As silly as they were core memories and I never wanted to forget any of them, with a faint smile I placed them on the mirror over the vanity. 

There was a pink sweater, Serena had sewed for me. I hung it right in my closet. There were a few more things until I noticed a few decks of cards. 

I had forgotten what those were. I grabbed a pink deck of cards and flipped some of the cards towards me to read the questions written on them. 

What is your boggart?

Who was your first kiss?

You're most embarrassing moment?

Oh

I chuckled, it was just a game I played with Tom back in our adolescent years. I felt so old. I suddenly remembered something I had to do, and in a rush placed the deck of cards on the side table. 

I returned to see Draco studying the cards and reading the questions carefully. 

"Are you feeling better now?" he questioned placing the cards back. 

"Oh yeah, but..what are you doing? I mean it's just silly.."

"Do you wanna play it?" 

"Draco, that game is for teenagers.."

"That's not my concern, I suppose it'll help us grow closer."