TW - elicit drug use
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 | "𝐎𝐡, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭?"
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D A Y S I X / F O U R T E E N
«« we have different values »»
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"Quit looking around and just eat your damn food," Draco scowls, his tone submerged in utter distress. He grasps the corner of the plate between two smidgin fingers, shoving it towards me. "I don't care if they make you uncomfortable, not a single one of them is within ten feet of you."
They have released another portion of the half-bloods into society, their brains altered, their bodies tortured into submitting to pureblood beliefs. A handful of death eaters were chosen to observe their behaviors and notice unobtrusive actions. Though, in this small café, not an ounce of "abnormal activity" has occurred.
"They look scary," I complain, they did— their eyes were unfilled, no affectionate life past the threshold of their pupils. Yet, they're plastering on the broadest of grins, speaking to their neighboring individuals as if their brains were not fried from originality. "They don't look normal and I feel like one of them is gonna jump at me."
He sighs, tearing a slice of toast in half, holding one in a hand and smacking the other on to the plate. Draco shoves the warm bread into my mouth as I do not protest in his activities. I'm excessively involved, frowning at the half-bloods that are equipped to re-populate our society.
"They don't care about you." Draco says, leaning to wrap his boney fingers around the handle of his mug, lifting the glass to take a sip of his dark espresso. His free hand is sliding up under the sews of my shorts, fidgeting with the band of my panties. "Their brains were changed to not care about anyone or anything other than reproducing— y'know, having babies?"
Gosh, there is an element in his touch that spikes my arousal to it's limit. It is as if the nerves in my body perceives Draco's touch as it's signal for orgasms about to occur.
I gulp the piece of toast dryly down my throat with the utilization of my tongue, my eyes reverting to Draco's as I strove not to glare at the empty looking heads. "Changed? You mean tortured, don't try to mask what your people are doing to my kind. Can we leave? Please? You've done enough of your observing. I don't like this. There are plenty of death eaters here, they can watch, right?"
His fingers flatten my panties, crawling his digits to pass the fabric between my inner thighs, his middle finger tenderly stroking the material covering my core. "No, we're staying. Unless, you want to go to the restroom and have a quick little session."
The jingles of a bell amplify through the empty air, alerting the café that someone has entered. With a quick glance, my eyes are adhered to the familiar couple and their young son. My heart tears a shred of it's organ, recalling my interaction with Vance from the day prior.
"Is that..?" I question, shoving my elbow at Draco's firm abdomen to grasp his attention.
His view sets onto the individuals that had ventured in, the corner of his lip journeying upward as the enraged expression from me striking him fades away. "Yeah, that's Vance, his son, and the mother of that horrid child." He peers at my expression, frowning in state of his own shock. "Wha— don't tell me you're jealous of them, are you?" Draco contributing a build of pressure on the pads of his fingers as he continues to subtly stroke them on my fabricated labia, the area of my panties soaking in my arousal as my body begs for more of his touch.
"They're perfect, she has it all." I claim, lifting my fork from the glossed wooden table, utilizing it to take a stab at the stupid piece of toast. "It makes me want to have a child with him."
"God, you're an idio—" he rapidly eliminates his fingers from contacting my body.
"—Dray!" A woman, conveying an age in the vicinity of his.. Her hair is brown, swaying down to her small waist. The features presenting on her face are sharp, not a flaw to be perceived in the clearness of her skin. "I was just about to come see you at the manor. It's so nice running into you here."
He smiles, "yeah, Guinevere— it's good to see you too." He adjusts his position, hauling his seat backwards to stand, utilizing a grip to the table whilst maintaining his balance as he matches her view.
"I really missed you." She clarifies, overlooking my glaring presence as I admire her elements, her gorgeous figure. "I've been just so busy with the formulas, working and I have things I need to do for my family but I finally managed to detangle my schedule to free up some time for us."
Draco nods leisurely, inclining forward as he pressed his lips against hers— kissing her with his entire lip whilst hauling away half a second later. "I'll see you back at the manor?"
"Yes, of course." She flashes a cheeky smile, fumbling her fingers with the ends of her luscious hair as she turned her heel, venturing towards the exit.
My mouth is gaped open, my eyes augmented in treachery.
I thought there was a platinum plaque with my name engraved in large letters embedded in the boudoirs of his heart. I graciously flaunted my pride with the fantasy of Draco conceding massive feelings for me. There were many factors contributing to this idea of a thought— he paid a brawny amount of money to haul me from Vance, he had semi-professed his affection towards me whilst drunk and wet. Draco comforted me in my period of scarcity, just for me to be pummeled with the truth that he has a lady.
Of course there is another woman.
It is despicable that I am even astonished
"What?" Draco questions, folding his arms, slumping back on his seat as he observed Guinevere's figure venture out the cafe. "You didn't expect you to be the only girl in my life, did you? Oh, are your feelings hurt?"
I lift my jaw from dangling by my ankles, "you can kiss her but not me? Is there something wrong with me? Is it the way I look? The way I dress— because I don't have a lot of clothes but I—"
"—Fucking hell, do you ever shut up? There's no difference between you and an insecure little squirrel." He laughs at his own joke, the nook of his finger to his lips as he attempted to fight another cackle. "Just look at me, my body was made for women. Guinevere is fucking gorgeous but you—"
"—Guinevere is gorgeous but I'm just pretty?" I begin, he's sighing, his neck resting sluggishly on the head of the chair as he pressed his lips into a thin line. "I don't understand, you want our first kiss to be special, don't you? Isn't that why you don't want to kiss me? Something about people leaving after the first touch to the lips or whatever?"
He sways his head from side to side, shrugging his shoulders at a hesitant pace. "It's the action of everyone leaving after the 'touch'. Kissing is a figure of goodbye, like a husband kissing the wife before heading to work, in films the couple kiss each other before plummeting to their death, in books they kiss before one of them dies or before they break up— it's a form of goodbye."
"I don't get it."
"Out of all things, this is what you don't understand?" He sighs, halting forward to take another gulp of his dark drink. "I thought the only thing you were good for was your brain? The hell do I have use of you now?"
I grimace, my brows wincing as my brain absorbs the awful words he had verbally expressed. "So it isn't about looks?"
"No, you vapid imbecil—"
"—You act like kissing is so sacred with me when in reality it's no big deal." I continue to complain, snacking on the skin behind the flesh of my lips.
"We all prioritize different thing—"
"—Vance kisses me all the tim—"
"—Well, Vance used to perform experiments on your body." Draco blurts, nodding along with his words as he pushed the argument past the line. "You were awake during those four years and on your left wrist— those freckles aren't freckles, they're needle injection scars. So, I guess Vance's values are different too, hmm? After doing those things to you I guess kissing wouldn't be that big of a deal to him."
I desire to tear my eyes from my wrist, but there is was— four miniature brown speckles scattered around the beginning of the visible vein.
And it's soul crushing.