"You're telling me you've never thought of this?" He whispers against my skin. "Can't say I have." I breathe out. "Your breathing tells me differently." I feel him smirk against my skin. "Hush up and kiss me."
|Fred Weasley x Female OC
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E L A R A
I walk out of charms class with Fred, ever since the party he has become more tolerable. "Okay, but green is a prominent color in nature-" "So is red." "Well- I would rather wear silver than orange," I state. A dark figure catches my eye.
"Stay here, I have to check something." I follow the direction I saw the figure go to see Snape cornering Draco. "There is no other option Draco." Snape hisses through his teeth. I see my brother's once bright eyes turn dull. "Severus." His name burns on my tongue.
"Draco, go to class," I demand, he follows. "How may I help you, Miss Malfoy?" Snape raises an eyebrow. "I thought the deal was if I let them- have me, Draco would be left alone," I mumble in the middle of my sentence. I hate that to keep my brother safe I had to give in to the blood lust of death eaters.
"That was the deal. But the dark lord wants Draco." Snape replies. "What about-" "You still hold your end of the bargain, Miss Malfoy." He cuts me off. I feel the need to cry but I trained myself to never show fear in the face of authority.
"Now, get to class," Snape demands before turning away, walking in the same direction as Draco. I take a deep breath before walking in the direction of potions class, forgetting that I left Fred.
♛
I quickly shut my dorm room door, throwing myself onto my bed. I cast a silencing spell, so no one can hear my screams of frustration. The familiar sound of my owl fills my ears. Keeping up with the Malfoy star tradition, her name is Aquila.
"Hi precious, what do you have?" I take the envelope from her leg, rubbing her head. "Oh, it's Lucius." I can tell by the handwriting. I gently open the envelope before taking the delicate paper into my hands.
Of course, we Malfoys must have everything expensive, including gold plated parchment.
I crumble the paper before tossing it out the window. How dare he call himself my father. What kind of father uses the cruciatus curse on his own daughter? What father allows men to have their way with his daughter? And What kind of father participates?
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