Entrapment | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 56

Eventually we came to a stop in his bedroom. I jumped up on top of the bed and laid down as he changed out of his dress shirt and put on something more comfortable.

"We uh," Draco cleared his throat and sat down on the bottom of the bed. I looked at him with a confused face as he avoided my eye contact. "We need to come up with a plan. On what we're going to do." He fiddled with his fingers in his lap and his bottom lip was being chewed between his teeth. Things he manages to do when he's nervous.

"What do you want to do, Draco?" I asked him slowly. His nerves made me feel more nervous.

"Honestly," he tried to meet my eyes, but he couldn't. "I think I have to go on the other side." He barely muttered. I felt my stomach tighten and drop like it was full of concrete. "I think that our best option is for us to sit here and wait for him to come to us. I'll please him and stand at his side to soften the blow, and you do your best." He mumbled, while his continued to pick at the skin around his nails.

I felt my jaw drop slightly and my throat completely closed off. He finally got the courage to look at me before his entire face dropped its nervous look when he realized how badly his words had hurt me.

"No. Emelia, it's not like that. Please don't cry." He begged, trying to move closer to me, but I moved away from him.

"You want... you want me to face him alone?" I whispered. This seriously cannot be happening to me right now.

"I don't want you to, no... It's just that-"

"You have never had a fucking set of balls in your life?" I asked him harshly. I am willing myself not to cry again. I always cry over Draco and his stupid games. He was right when he got his tattoos done yesterday. Life is one big game. I'm tired of playing.

"Now, you know that's not true." He laughed lightly, trying to keep himself from encouraging his humor in my words. "If I stand with you, it's going to just piss him off even more. Trust me for once."

"I always trust you. After everything we have been through together, don't try and deny that I do." I cut him off.

"Exactly, and I need to have your trust on this. Can you tell me right now that you trust me enough to listen to my request?" He asked me as he continued to move closer. "Promise me, Emmy. Give me your word that you trust in what I have planned."

"You can't leave me like this. You can't leave me to die." I sobbed, making his face scrunch up.

"I will not let you die. I am going to do everything I can do to ensure that doesn't happen." He said confidently. I couldn't escape his hands quick enough as they placed themselves on my cheeks and forced me to look at him. "I love you. I have a plan. Just throw as many spells as you can at him, and I will do my job."

"Which job? The one that protects me or the one that pleases the Dark Lord?" I barked at him. I wish I didn't feel so angry, but I can't contain it. He gave me a guilty frown before he laid us down gently and moved closer to me. His thumb started to circle around my cheekbone, making the skin burn like it was on fire. Every time he touched me it felt this way.

"Both." He told me honestly as he leaned our foreheads together and let out a breath that I knew he had been holding for a few seconds.

"You are a bloody coward, Draco. You always have been. I have-" I cut my words off as I leaned away from him. "My life has been nothing but hell since I turned 14. You lead me on, I watched a boy die, I ruined so many friendships, I didn't give myself any chances because I was worried about what you would say or do. My life has always fucking revolved around you." I finally stood up for myself. "But so has your own. Your life only revolves around you, and you have always taken me for granted.  You left me. You watched as my parents were taken from me. You watched as Harry Potter saved me in the black lake. You watched as I ruined myself because of what you did to me. Every time, you have sat back and watched." I cried. "Now you want to sit back and watch me get killed." I shouted at him. He let out a long groan before he pushed me back against the mattress and hovered over me. 

"You are one of the most difficult people I know. My life revolves around you, too, Emelia. I always come back for you. I always find a way to come back because I love you. Not to use you. I have been doing this type of work for over a year now. I know what I'm doing. Just follow my lead." He told me in the calmest way he could manage. "Please." he whispered, pressing his lips against mine softly. I don't have time for petty fights. 

My lips locked around his gently for a moment, letting myself calm down and ease my emotions. Soon my tongue was playing against his. My bottom lip was between his teeth. My mouth molded to his perfectly. I always give in. 

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I sat at the dinner table and pushed my food around. It was hard to keep anything down withy the ten million horrible thoughts that had been stirring around in my brain for the last two days. 

As much as I really didn't want it, I had grown used to the company oft he boys being here to take my mind off of everything. Unfortunately, their poor attempts at distracting me only made me think of all of the horrible possibilities even more. 

Vincent and Gregory spent majority of their time here raiding the pantry. Even now at the dinner table, they continued to stack their plates full of food and shoveled spoonfuls in at a time. Must be nice to be able to stomach anything. I couldn't even get my meals to travel farther than the back of my tongue. 

Blaise spent his time with Narcissa. constantly checking in with here and telling her about how his days are going. What he is up to. Where he has been. I think her attention has been making up for his mother's lack of and the abandonment he feels from his father. You don't have to tell me twice about using Cissy to fill an inescapable void in the center of your chest. 

Then there's Draco. Who, any other time I would be more than fond of his affection and attention, but now after he told me what he is planning it just feels like it is to make things up to me. He hardly ate his meal as his fingers would graze my thigh every once in a while. His hands would stroke my hair back off of my forehead. His lips would whisper sweet messages into my hair and his lips would press soft kisses against my ear. I couldn't be mad. I refused to go to the grave mad at the one person who has truly ever loved me. 

Because that's where I am heading. I don't care what anyone else says, I'm going to the grave. 

I was never the hero. I was the little girl who was scared of her best friend jumping out from behind her. I was the girl who let the Dark Lord do whatever he pleased and didn't fight back even when she wanted to. I was always the one being protected. Now I had one day left until I would become the protector. 1 sleep left in the arms of my Draco. 

Harry Potter was supposed to be the chosen one. He was brave enough for this. I feel like a fraud. 

I was never supposed to be the fucking hero.