Draco had barely made it through the entrance hall that day when he heard his mother's cries coming from somewhere upstairs in the manor
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That first step she took was really all the permission he needed to let himself turn his full attention onto her, promptly tugging her against his chest and wrapping his arms firmly around her just as, as predicted, a pair of Healers and Assistants almost immediately Apparated in the middle of the room, taking all of a second to survey the scene before diving in on the two Malfoys in their respective states of hysteria and lethargy.
But George was no longer paying them any attention.
A confused sort of panic flashed through him as he took in the meaning of her words.
He pulled back just enough to be able to cup Cecilia's face in his hands, thumbs brushing at the tears spilling from her eyes as he scrutinizingly searched her features.
"Cess-" He wanted to ask her. He wanted so badly to know, to understand this thing that had been silently plaguing her for all this time, this missing piece of her he was reminded of every time he caught sight of that tattoo on her arm.
But with the way her face crumbled, her voice cracked, the way the tears finally, completely overtook her- well, he couldn't ask her to recount or explain it, certainly not here or now-
"Cess," he repeated, her name soft and steady on his lips. "It's okay, alright. You're okay-"
Her head ached, her brain holding two parallel memories and it was beginning to shoot a pain right through her temples. But she didn't have to guess which one was real now. She knew- every second, every moment of that day coming back to her like waves crashing furiously against her, knocking her down without giving her a moment to get back up again. She felt like she was drowning.
And worse, knowing that she so stupidly believed what they (he, she had to remember it was Lucius) implanted in her.
She buried her head against his chest, fists balled up against him as she clung to him, wanting to be no where else at that moment than in his arms.
"Can we go home?" she breathed, her voice hoarse between sobs. "I just really want to go home-"
She tried so hard to keep herself steady but she knew she didn't have it in her anymore.
George held her wordlessly, arms wrapped tightly around her as he pulled her weight against him, setting his jaw against the sound and feel of the sobs wracking her body, every hitched breath pulling at his heartstrings. He gently threaded a hand through her soaked and tangled hair, pressing his lips to her temple and mumuring senseless reasurrances.
She certainly didn't need to ask twice. He nodded against the top of her head, tightened his hold on her just that much more, and, without even a thought spared for the Malfoys, Disapparated along with her.
But George was no longer paying them any attention.
A confused sort of panic flashed through him as he took in the meaning of her words.
He pulled back just enough to be able to cup Cecilia's face in his hands, thumbs brushing at the tears spilling from her eyes as he scrutinizingly searched her features.
"Cess-" He wanted to ask her. He wanted so badly to know, to understand this thing that had been silently plaguing her for all this time, this missing piece of her he was reminded of every time he caught sight of that tattoo on her arm.
But with the way her face crumbled, her voice cracked, the way the tears finally, completely overtook her- well, he couldn't ask her to recount or explain it, certainly not here or now-
"Cess," he repeated, her name soft and steady on his lips. "It's okay, alright. You're okay-"
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And worse, knowing that she so stupidly believed what they (he, she had to remember it was Lucius) implanted in her.
She buried her head against his chest, fists balled up against him as she clung to him, wanting to be no where else at that moment than in his arms.
"Can we go home?" she breathed, her voice hoarse between sobs. "I just really want to go home-"
She tried so hard to keep herself steady but she knew she didn't have it in her anymore.
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She certainly didn't need to ask twice. He nodded against the top of her head, tightened his hold on her just that much more, and, without even a thought spared for the Malfoys, Disapparated along with her.
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