Hidden | Draco Malfoy, 18+

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Navy tried to stay at the office for as long as she could. She didn't return home until after dark, until the only thing lighting up the streets were the glistening of snow, hushed steps muted by the fluff.

She always sought to be the last to leave her office, smiling at the guard she passed on her way out.

Sometimes he'd start a conversation with her. It was almost as if he could see how heartbroken she truly was, how she stalled all her time by hiding up on their floor, almost as if he pitied her.

He never showed it. He was kind, asking her questions about her work, how her day was going, if she wanted him to send for a car to pick her up so she wouldn't have to walk out in the cold. Polite, he was so mannered.

But every time she declined, she spoke about her day like any other person would — how great it was going, how she was going to pick up dinner after work, or that Pansy and William had invited her over so they could take her mind off things. She never told the man that, but he knew.

It turned unbearable from there, if she wasn't invited to her brother's apartment. Which she was almost every day. They always managed to convince her to come over, to cook for her, to make her feel a little less lonely.

Once, Pansy made one of her old friends join them. A blind date, she called it. Navy went straight home. She didn't even want to think the thought that it might be someone else after Draco. That she might have to move on. She didn't want to move on. She didn't want someone else, no boys, no girls, no blind dates, nothing.

She wanted him—her blond nightmare.

But she couldn't have him, not anymore.

That was another thing she battled as she stepped through the doors to her apartment building, pressing the elevator button and unlocking her front door — if he'd be there.

He showed up sometimes, but not in time to catch her — later on, almost so late that she'd gone to bed. He did that often. Draco ever so came by her apartment, knocking on her door after midnight.

Day five.

Navy froze. Her breaths hitched in the back of her dry throat as the first knock hit her door. She panicked, not knowing who it was.

In her mind, it could've been Asher, coming back to seek revenge for how Draco had treated him the last time she saw him, bus she quickly realized how wrong she was.

''I know you're in there!'' Malfoy growled from outside, his attempts to unlock the door with magic failed. Navy had performed a spell of her own to prevent anyone from entering that wasn't her, her mother, William or Pansy. She couldn't trust the fact that Asher wouldn't return or that Draco wouldn't let her go.

''Just open the fucking door, White!'' He shouted so loudly that the walls were shaking, the pounding turned violent, ''I know you're fucking in there!''

More knocks struck the wood, over and over and over again, until it stopped, and she could hear a loud thud crashing against her door. His forehead dropped to it, his hands splayed out on each side of the doorpost, ''For fucks sake—'' His voice lowered, ''Just open the door.''

She didn't. She couldn't. She wanted to, but his father's words took over her mind when she took one step forward. Lucius would take his mother away if she let him in.

''Please—'' Draco breathed. She caught the hurt in his vocals. The torment of her shutting him out was audible, ''Please, White. Just...''

A silent sob cleared from her chest, slamming her hand over her mouth to muffle the cry as it so powerfully wished to escape.

Navy fell to her knees. Curled up on her hallway floor, she cried. It hurt so much. It hurt more than anything had ever hurt before. Doing this to him was pure torture.