Wind annoyingly blows through my hair, tangling in a frizzy mess.
"Harry, can we please go now?" I quietly plead. The ground is cold, making my bare legs almost freezing half to death. Harry and I sit under supposedly, Draco's tree, making me anxious.
I cling to my parchment and books as he knowingly nods.
"Fineee, you're whiny you know that?" He laughs sarcastically helping me up with one hand, before I notice he held on for a tad few more milliseconds than he should, he lets go and rolls his eyes.
"No, I'm just cold." My flowy short skirt almost blows up, until I catch it quickly holding on tight. Harry glances down, but up immediately as red flushes over his face.
"Maybe because you decided to wear a skirt, stupid."
"It's not winter yet, I should be able to skirts without dying of hyperthermia." I shake my head, almost talking to myself as Harry goes quiet.
I'm suddenly fall as he pushes me hard. Landing with him on top of me. My breath hitches, not expecting as he is, leveled pushing onto me. His mind is clearly elsewhere, and I mentally slap myself.
"What the fuck was that..." He says slowly, before blushing as he lowers his head down to me. He helps me up once again, but he doesn't focus on me for long.
"And you did that for what." I try to contain the nervous laughter that taunts from escaping my mouth.
He furrows his brows, "I saw Malfoy."
My eyes widen with horror, completely utterly frozen. Imagining him somehow finding out about us, until he adds, "Lucius Malfoy, in the halls sneaking around. I saw him."
I realize as he was rubbing him scar unknowingly he actually saw him. What is Draco's dad doing at Hogwarts? I nervously collect my things off the ground as we both mutter goodbyes.
Harry was mind was focusing on why he saw Lucius, if Voldemort can't be here. Not if he's scared at they say he is of Dumbledore.
My mind was focusing on figuring out why he was here in the first place. His dad. Why would his dad be here in the middle of the school year?
I don't doubt Harry, with what he sees. Its been way to long to start doubting him now, but Lucius isn't Voldemort. He's also not supposed to be here, at least I think so.
Why would Dumbledore have someone who he is questioning as a fucking death eater here?
Draco pov:
Nervously I tug at my black suit bottom, waiting for him.
Its been 2 months and I'm definitely not as close to finishing as he wants me too. The cabinet has been repaired, not even half way.
I don't understand why he couldn't just apparent to my room, instead of making his way through the halls.
Bloody dramatic I say. Always needing any attention. I walk over to be bed, hitting my foot on the way.
"Oh FUCK," I yelp, until a loud door closes in my room.
"Bloody merlin, can you act like a proper pure blood for once... so dramatic." Father spits at me, observing my room.
"Lucius-" I start, before he eyes me deadly.
"It's father. Don't go cold on me all of a sudden. I raised to be a strong pure blood like myself for instance. Now you go fucking a mud blood, and you're soft." He smiles grimly.
My eyes widen as he approaches me, I sit on my hands to hide them from shaking. Clenching his jaw, he pulls hand back punching me. His sharp rings drag across my skin, leaving hot blood trickling down.
"I assume you have a non blood traitor reason to fucking this said mud blood?" He voice stinging as I sit, leaving the blood trail.
"Just a quick fuck, father, that's it." I swallow.
"You have Pansy for that. I assume that you'll leave the mud blood alone, now won't you? It'll be a shame if she can be one of your first victims." He siths, "Probably a bloody Gryffindor too. You really know how to pick them don't you?"
"It never meant anything. I was just using her."
"Very well then, you're just lucky I haven't told the great lord. Now the cabinet..." He eyes me down waiting a response. How did he know? How did he find out if even the Great lord doesn't know?
"Working on it, Father. I just need a little more time."
"MORE TIME? Should've had Nott for the job..." He trails the sentence, dragging the words out. Until I was left alone.
I throw my books on my bedside table on the ground. How? Who told him?
A sickening feeling pits in my stomach, making me nauseous. He's right, I've betrayed all my morals for a filthy mud blood.
I can't help it really.
The mirror shows a purple bruise growing darker in my cheek, with three deep scratches in the center. I deserve it.
Her face flashes through my mind, the way she melts at my finger tips, her laugh, when she says my name, my drug. She does make me weak.
She makes me a fucking weak blood traitor. Merlin.
Just as a clean the wound, my room opens. "Y/n?" I say quietly, opening the bathroom door.
"My names Pansy Parkinson, silly." Pansy states biting her lip. My scared face turns annoyed as I realize she didn't, catch me asking for y/n, she just barged into my room.
"What do you want Pansy." I say closing my eyes losing patience fast, dabbing the towel on my face again before dropping it.
She pulls off her shirt, slowly. Exposing herself as she sits on my bed smiling away. I bite the inside of my cheek.
"Can we just fucking talk for once?" I almost yell. She flinches by the tone of my voice, but doesn't make a move to put her shirt back on,'"What do you want," I add softening the tone of my voice.
"You." She whispers, "You're stressed, Draco. Whats wrong?" She walk behind me and starts slightly rubbing my shoulders, before guiding me to my bed.
"Just leave." I say, but make no move, to move her away. Her hot breath hits against my neck. She's a convenience. She's a warm body. I roll my head around, giving in.
I'm not weak, i can't afford being weak. I remind myself. I flip Pansy over to where I'm on top of her. Back in charge.
She giggles knowing she's getting what she wants. She pulls my shirt off over my head as I bring my I lips down to her neck, almost biting. Picturing Y/n pleading for more.
Y/n pov:
I walk through the common room, deciding whether or not I should check on Draco.
1, I know he's going to be super moody. 2, he might open up again. Or 3, his dad is still there and he Avada Kedavra me for making eye contact with them.
I sit on the couch wrapping my legs around me. I sink into the welcoming couch, resting my face on my hand, holding me up. The room in cold but the fire crackles anyways, barely making a difference.
My nerves don't settle as I pull the book from outside, out. Even with the fire, the room has a cold drift. Almost settling on me, leaving goosebumps and my nose cold.
After 30 minutes of turning the pages barely reading it throughly, I hear Pansy's shrill voice.
"Wow, Draco. I've missed... that, you know..." She says deviously. I turn my head quickly, Pansy is standing outside the open door of Draco's dorm. Her hair is a mess, and her voice sounding raspy and out of breath. Draco's hangs along the door frame almost shooing her out. His shirt is off and his hair hangs in-front of his eyes. I notice a deep purple bruise on his face, along with three terrible cuts.
My mouth hangs open, and Pansy turns her head at me, beaming. He notices her sudden change of interest and turns his face to me, his eyes shift, but he doesn't make any effort to fill me in.
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