Mrs Jackson - OutKast 01:43 ━━━━●───── 04:59 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮ Draco was going to kill himself. He shouldn’t have been so reckless, so careless. Messing around for fun had consequences, and now he was drowning in them. His entire world was crumbling around him, and there was no one to blame but himself.

The Malfoys and your family had always despised each other. It was a long-standing feud, deeply ingrained in both bloodlines. Your parents spoke of Draco’s family with disdain, and his did the same with yours. It should have been impossible for the two of you to fall for each other. And yet, somehow, you did.

At first, it had been thrilling—sneaking around, stealing moments between classes, finding abandoned corridors where no one would see the son of Lucius Malfoy kissing the person he was supposed to hate. But then, things changed. You fell in love, and the secrecy became more than just an exhilarating risk; it became a necessity. And then, you got pregnant.

Draco had never known true fear until the moment you told him. His heart had stopped, his mind had gone blank, and for the first time in his life, he had no plan, no way out. His father had found out soon after, and all hell broke loose.

Lucius hadn’t even hesitated. One moment, Draco was his heir, the next, he was nothing. Disowned. Cast aside like an old, broken toy. His mother had cried, but even she couldn’t save him. The Malfoy name, the wealth, the status—it was all gone. And yet, none of it mattered.

What mattered was you.

Draco stood in front of your family’s home, his stomach twisting with nerves. He had never been more terrified in his life. He knew your parents hated him, that they would likely never forgive him for what had happened. But he needed to face them. Needed to face you.

The door swung open, and there you were. His breath hitched. You looked exhausted, your eyes puffy from crying, your arms wrapped around yourself as if shielding from the storm that had already hit.