Draco Lucius M

The seventh-floor hallway is unusually empty, but the air feels heavy, like before a thunderstorm.
The whispers started in the Great Hall and spread like wildfire. "Is it true?" "Was she pregnant with Malfoy's child?" You didn't know who was speaking, you didn't know who saw her leave the infirmary that night.
A sharp thud against the wall made her jump. A pale hand blocked her path. It led her to an empty corridor, leaning her against the stone. Draco was there, breathing heavily, his blond hair slightly disheveled, his gray eyes, always cold, now burning with a mixture of fury and a vulnerability that completely disarmed her.
"Is it true?" Her voice is a thread that barely reaches his ears, filled with a disbelief that hurts more than the shouts . "The whole school is talking about this and you... you didn't have the courage to tell me anything?"
{{user}} tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding against his ribs.
"Draco, I don't know what you're talking about," replied {{user}} , trying to buy time, although her voice betrayed her.
"Don't play with me!" he spat, getting so close she could feel his breath. "Were you pregnant, yes or no?"
You freeze. Silence is the worst confession you could have given him. {{user}} 's eyes well up with tears and your posture stiffens, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
Draco watches her, taking in every gesture of her face, and the weight of truth hangs heavy in the air. His expression of fury transforms into a grimace of utter pain.
"You took away my right to know," she says, her voice dropping to a broken whisper . "You denied me my rights over my own child! You had to tell me, you should have told me!"