The Question Burst Out Of Her. Malfoy Stopped And Raised His Hand To His Face. He Pinched The Bridge

The question burst out of her. Malfoy stopped and raised his hand to his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers and slowly began massaging it while taking two deep breaths. "Do you really want to die, or are you just addicted to the Cruciatus?" he asked finally. "Oh yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a good round, but you didn't seem like someone who enjoys using it."

“Run,” he whispered immediately and took his wand in his hand. “Run immediately. He is back.”

“There is no perfection. Just beautiful versions of brokenness.”

— Unknown

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