listen to dear scarlett by cameron dallas
draco:
when i wake up, i feel around the bed for her but she's gone. i groan and shut my eyes again, taking deep breaths, my hand sliding over my eyes.
i wince softly as i get up and run my hand through my hair, which is probably a mop of mess upon my head. i shuffle to my desk and see that all her things are gone.
it's like she was never here. like i had imagined it all in my head. i could hit myself for being so stupid.
of course she would leave as soon as she could. i'll have her know that that is no longer a decision that she is allowed to make, when she leaves, when she hits me, when she talks to me.
no. now i will pull her strings, the ones she so easily handed over to me. i will tell her what to do, when to do it, how to. it is under my control.
she got out of the drivers seat for me to get in and i did. i will.
i pull off my old clothes and toss them across the messy bed, standing there, naked in the rays of the rising sun that pushed through the glass panes of the window.
the way she was curled up there, holding onto me, when i carried her here. the smell of her, that sweet sickly smell of maple syrup that burned through my nose and made my mouth water.
i know that scent is stuck on that pillow, on my sheets. i shut my eyes and i can feel the skin on my knuckles stretch over the joints as i clench my hands to form fists.
why did she run from me? didn't she know that it was not on her account to make that decision? i made that very clear last night.
the happenings flash through my head again, unwillingly, and i jump slightly, opening my eyes again. last night. what did i do?
i took her and i pained her. but she wanted it, too, i know she did. she even nodded, agreed and gave consent. but she howled in agony when i did.
was she showing what a monster i was? was i a monster? i know i'm not the nicest person but was that a wake up call?
i wince again and move to my closet, grabbing a new pair of boxers, pulling them on stiffly. my hair falls into my face and i push it aside, my eyes falling onto a small black box that's shoved in the back corner of the drawer.
i pause when i've pulled the boxers all the way and i take it out of its hiding, tilting it in my hands. my mother gave this to me just before the year started.
i flick the lid open and a few rays reflect on the rather large emerald that is embraced by the bodies of two serpents.
each of the serpents is biting the others tail, forming a stable frame for the gem. i sit down on the bed and pull the necklace out of the box, glimpsing at it.
the gem is light in my hand and i flip it over, the malfoy family crest beaming at me. i sigh and put it back into its place hurriedly. was i a monster?
snapping the box shut, i hurry back over to my closet and toss it back in as someone knocks at my door. i grab a pair of dress pants and pull them on.
the knocking gets louder with every passing second and i roll my eyes. "for fucks sake, shut up!", i scream at the door and the knocking stops just before the door opens.
blaise walks in and shuts the door behind him, holding out his divination book. "we have class, you wanker.", he hisses and i show him the finger before turning back to my closet.
pulling out a fresh blouse, blaise wanders over to my desk and looks at my notebooks, reading them attentively. i tighten my tie and pull over my sweater, picking up my robes before turning to him.
"what the fuck are you peeping your nose into now, zabini?", i snap and he chuckles. his eyes are dark when he turns to me, smirking.
"my god, malfoy, i thought maybe after a night with aster you might have loosened up a little bit.", he mocks and steps towards me, licking his lips.
"turns out i was wrong. what, she wasn't good?", he sneers and i frown, smirking in the process. i reach for my wand on the desk and put it inside my robe.
"you really think i would have something with her?", i jeer. blaise jumps back slightly and i almost smirk at the fear that took over him.
"what was she doing in your room then?", he asks and i snort, grabbing my divination book and a few scrolls of parchment. her quill was still in the pocket of my robe.
"you must be seeing things, zabini, there wasn't anyone in my room apart from myself, let alone that half-blood aster.", i retort and i stride past him towards my door.
he follows me quietly, down the stairs leading into the slytherin common room. the emerald colored velvet couches were empty and i glance at the clock above the fireplace, where the orange flames were flickering brightly.
"shit, zabini, get a move on.", i curse and start towards the door, pulling my robe over my shoulders. as fast as we can, we're sprinting out of the dungeon and along the hall.
he's mumbling something to himself as we move but i can't really focus on what he's actually saying when i see her leave the hufflepuff dungeon.
i slow down and pull zabini back as he almost runs past me. i point my finger at her and smirk at him. "see, zabini? she's screwing around with that hufflepuff friend of hers.", i whisper and he snorts with amusement.
"that diggory and her have been fucking for years, malfoy. it's nothing new.", he grunts and just as he says this, the hufflepuff leaves the dungeon behind her, catching up to her.
he hands her a leather bound journal and a green folded up shirt and pats her on the shoulder before running past her. i gulp and begin running, dragging zabini along behind me. but he sees it and starts laughing like a mad man.
"you are! my goodness, malfoy, she couldn't make it any more low-key, could she?!", he howls with laughter as we run up the stairs to get to our divination classroom. i can feel anger siege through me and all i want to do is punch that bastard in his big mouth.
"zabini, for fucks sake, how many times do i have to repeat myself before it gets stuck in your little brain.", i snarl and turn to him, my cheeks feeling very hot, most likely exposing myself.
but he is browbeaten and this somewhat gives me pleasure. "i am not hanging about some stupid little ravenclaw half-blood and you should as well know that as everyone here at this ridiculous school.", i seethe and he takes a step down, so that i tower over him.
his face is unreadable but i want to make sure that he gets the point of this conversation we are having. he needs to see how much i loathe this girl.
"delany aster is a complete waste of space and a misuse of my more than needed time. trust me on this, she will be one of the first i'll be coming for when the dark lord rises again.", i add, spitting every word with solemn hatred.
although my heart did comply with those emotions, the antipathy towards her, it still didn't make sense to me that all i wanted to do in this moment was go back downstairs to her and embrace her in my arms, kiss her like i've kissed no other.
maybe i did more than just feel antagonism. i think i have come to terms with it a few times this past week. last night, especially, made me wonder whether my emotions were actually real or premade by my father's morals.
zabini nods and walks past me tightly, his head ducked down. and her figure stands there, unmoving like a boulder. her face is pale and i want to throw up. she must have got wind of everything i had just said.
after a junction, she climbs up the steps again, resuming her path. she is bearing her own sweater again, yet my own sweater is still clamped against her chest tightly. her echoless steps clamber all the way up the staircase.
some sort of drive filled me up and had me charging behind her, chasing after her. she was fast on her feet, elegant, and it sort of felt like taking after the little golden snitch. i had to catch her before anyone else did. i had to do this.
so i run and run, watching her loose hair swish as she stepped pointedly around the corners. she gets closer to me every moment my foot collides with the hard ground, sending a vibration through my entire body.
i felt hollow, like that my steps were literally echoing inside me. and nothing could explain why i felt this way. bile was scratching at the back of my throat, begging me to stop. my lungs compressed as i took in less and less oxygen through my nostrils, flaring with every breath that i did dare to attempt.
but not when i'm so close to her. she is only feet away from me, so close. i can already feel her soft skin brushing against my own, sending that unfamiliar rush of electricity into a frenzy. her breaths are loud, just as mine.
my hand is already burning with the longing ache as i finally reach it out to grab her. my knuckles lock into place as my fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging her into a forceful halt. she collides into my chest and gasps loudly.
she knows its me, she knew i would run after her. the entrance to ravenclaw tower is just across the bridge and i can feel her wanting to pull away from me and escape. she pounds her other fist against me and i wince, yet keeping my hold on her fixated.
my sweater is slung over her arm on a bundle and slips to the floor with her try of a blow. a black rectangular object slides out of it, slithering across the ground, hitting a column that built up the arch for the bridges doors.
delany wails and i let her go, watching her fall backwards onto her bottom. she exhales a cry and for a split second, i want to bend over and kiss her, tell her that i was sorry, that i didn't mean a thing, didn't mean to harm her. didn't want to.
but the notebook, which i have acknowledged to be one of my own, that forced me to bite down onto my tongue to suppress my screams of anger. how could this vile bitch dare to nick my belongings? was she going to read that journal?
who am i kidding, i'm almost as idiotic as she is. of course that was her intention, to figure out my darkest desires, my most sinful wishes, to expose me in ways no one could imagine poor little delany aster doing.
she wanted to be free of me. she wanted out of the deal she had promised me before it even began. and yet, she was the one begging me to fuck her in the tub, pushing herself against me, her heart betraying her by hammering in her ribcage like a drum.
but something stopped me from running over and retrieving my article. let her read it. i will let her know what happens to people who steal out of meddlesomeness. i will torture her till she comprehends her lecture.
it would do both of us some good. she would finally learn something useful, rather than out one of those stupid divination books she obsessively pours over when she thinks no one would pay her a glance.
little does she know that i am always on her tail. ever since that idea of an agreement came into my head, i've been following her tracks like her personal haunting. watching her, recording interests and patterns she functions to.
"excuse me.", i mutter and her pained face barely shoots me a glance as she crawls on all floors like a pathetic little pet to promptly save her belongings, getting up slowly on wobbly knees, barely even facing me.
she pants and i smile sourly, gesturing with a nod towards the bundle of green cloth cradled in her arms like a baby. "wear it tonight. you'll be able to smell me.", i coo to her and she shivers, pulling her shoulders back, trying to build herself up.
"why would i want to smell you, malfoy?", she chirps. her hair is messy, falling into her pale face. i chuckle at her steadfast posture and lick my lips, tilting my head the way that always got me what i wanted. the pout of persuasion, my dear mother named it in my earlier years.
"just do as you're told, aster. you will learn that it is easier to play by the rules when you are playing with the adversary.", i convey and her mask falls, her expression blank. i wink at her and walk away, not letting myself look back.
my heart hammered in my chest. my cheeks felt aflame. my blood was rushing and racing in my veins, pulsing hard under my skin. my body felt light, weightless and floating.
oh, i could not wait to punish her.
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recall the authors note? yeah, shit's going down soon.
xx,cece