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Chapter 37

Draco

I shared a glance with Blaise, narrowing my eyes as I did. He looked just as surprised as I felt. I quickly averted my eyes from him, and back to the girl standing behind the couch. It reminded me of a time in the Slytherin common room fourth year.

Blaise sat on the ground, and I was spread out across the couch, staring down seventh years as they passed. I knew they felt that they had the right to sit where I was, but I believed differently. I was being arrogant.

"What do you think of the younger Weasley?" Blaise asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I narrowed my eyes, arching my eyebrow as if asking, 'Are you serious?'. I realized he was, but didn't register that he was asking for a reason. I just thought he wanted a conversation.

"What is there to think?" I snapped, widening my eyes. "She's a Weasley. She's a disgrace to the wizarding world and has bloody red hair. Just like the rest of that damned family." I had said, smiling to myself at my accomplishment. I saw a darkness pass through Blaise's eyes.

"Yeah. She's… a disgrace." He had replied, casting a glance towards the girl's side of the Slytherin housing.

"Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes once more. I squinted a lot those days.

"I'm just curious as to what you think of her. I mean, maybe she could be different than the other Weasley's." Blaise replied calmly, turning back to look at me. I snorted in laughter, my laughs echoing around the room. When I realized that Blaise wasn't laughing with me, I stopped, and realized he was being serious.

"You can't be serious, Blaise! She's a Weasley! They're all the same!" I'd commented, holding back the laughter. I didn't want the unwanted attention from everybody in the common room.

"You know what Draco? Forget I asked." He'd muttered darkly, before standing up and stalking into the boy's dorm. I'd watched him as he left, and smirked. I didn't realize then what he'd meant by asking about the Weaslette until sixth year.

Sixth year. Blaise and I were walking down the hallway, and I was worrying, as I spent of that year doing. I was worrying about what the Dark Lord had sent me to do. I was always worrying about that.

Weaslette and Potter passed us on the other side of the hall, and I couldn't help but stop. I had to say something.

"Hey, Potter." I said, smirking.

He turned to look at me, glaring at me through his glasses. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"That isn't the proper way to say hello, now is it, Potter?" I asked. "Where are your manners?"

He narrowed his eyes, and I elbowed Blaise. He wasn't saying anything.

"Why would you care if I said hello or not?" Potter asked, looking at the Weaslette beside him.

"I don't." I said, shrugging. Then I turned to the Weaslette. "Does your family need any new books? I have some old ones. I'm sure they'd be the best quality you'd have." I smirked, watching as her face flushed bright red. Blaise again didn't say anything. I over at him, and saw his jaw was tensed.

"Goodbye, Potter." I muttered, turning on my heel and stalking down the hall. Blaise hesitated, and when I turned around, I saw him staring sadly at Weasley as she walked away with Harry.

"Blaise!" I called abruptly. He turned, and jogged over to me, and we continued on our way to class.

"I'll say it again! What the fuck are you doing here?" Blaise asked, bristling. He had his wand pointed at the blonde girl standing behind the couch, a few inches from him.

"I want to talk to Draco. I'd like if you left the room." The girl responded, her blue eyes darkening.

"Astoria! I'm telling you, get the fuck out of here! If he wanted to talk to you, he would have said so!" Blaise hissed, jabbing his wand towards Astoria Greengrass. She crossed her arms defiantly, and smiled wickedly.

"I'm not leaving until I talk to him." She replied stubbornly. "And I want you to leave the room." She added coldly.

"You can say it in front of me." Blaise said stiffly, lowering his wand. I sighed, deciding I should step in before an argument broke out.

"Blaise, it's fine." I said, my voice cracking. I hadn't used it in longer than I thought. I cleared my throat. "Go ahead. I'll join you in the kitchen." I glanced at Astoria. "I won't be long." I added, narrowing my eyes.

Astoria tilted her head up smugly, and Blaise turned towards the kitchen, his shoulders tensed. He stalked across the room, casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder as he pushed the door open. I nodded, and he sighed, slamming the door behind him. Astoria immediately cast a muffling charm over the room.

I raised my eyebrow in question, and she circled around the couch, stopping in front of it and taking an intimidating stance.

"You and I both know he'd try to listen anyway." She finally explained, folding her arms across her chest again. "And don't worry, I won't keep you for long."

I had glanced at my wrist, which had a silver watch upon it. I sighed, crossing my arms and glancing down at Astoria from across the room. She was several inches shorter than me, maybe even a foot or two.

I waited for her to continue. I wanted her to get whatever she had to say over with. I hadn't wanted to talk to her in the first place, and now she was keeping me from what I actually wanted to do.

"Well?" I asked, telling her to continue.

"I suppose I'll just get right to it." She sighed, stepping closer to me. I backed away. I didn't want to be any closer than necessary. She didn't continue again, and I groaned.

"Astoria! What the fuck do you want?" I asked, irritated. I saw a smile dance across her features, and she rubbed her stomach. She then took that same hand, and pushed her hair behind her ear. She stepped closer to me, and I stepped back. She repeated the action and I repeated mine until she had me backed up against a wall, and her two feet away. She sighed.

"Draco, you're going to have to learn to get close to me when you're marrying me." She said, shaking her head.

I rolled my eyes, rubbing my hand along my jaw. "I've told you before, Astoria. We're not getting married, no matter what my father tells you." I hissed. She couldn't take a hint! Hell, I wasn't hinting anymore. I was telling her to get out of my life and she was too fucking stubborn.

"What if it meant getting disowned?" she asked, adjusting her arms. I sighed.

"Look. I can't legally be disowned by my father when he's stuck in Azkaban. It wouldn't matter." I muttered. I didn't add that I really didn't care if he disowned me, it was just if my mother did. But I wouldn't let her be aware of my weaknesses.

"You are going to marry me, whether you like it or not." She hissed, leaning towards me angrily. "You can't stop that from happening."

I rolled my eyes, and she saw it. She pulled her wand, and held it against my throat.

"And if you decide to humiliate me and not come to the wedding, or refuse to marry me and skip town, I will find you. And nobody will marry you." She hissed. I gulped, my throat pressing painfully against her wand. She twisted it, smiling cruelly. "I'm not afraid to use the spell, you know."

I nodded, thinking of the dreadful spell she was referring to. I hated the fucking spell. I hated killing people. I'd had to see so much of it when I'd followed the Dark Lord….

I vaguely heard Astoria say something else, but I didn't register the words. I simply stared at her with a vague expression. She had removed her wand, but I had been lost in memories. Horrible nightmares.

"Did you hear what I said, Draco?" she asked, stepping back. She unfolded her arms. "Did you?"

I shook my head, arching my eyebrow. "No, I didn't."

She nodded, shaking her head. "That's why you didn't care." She said. She started laughing wickedly, a dark, eerie sound. I shrunk into the wall. Fear flashed through me. Did she know I cared so much for my mother? Was she going to threaten her?

What came next, I did not expect in the least. It was the least of my worries. And it scared me even more than the threat of being killed by her.

"I'm pregnant."

The words rung in my head, my head whirled. The picture in front of me went fuzzy and clear, fuzzy and clear. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I saw Astoria smile. Not an excited, happy smile. A distorted, sick, manipulative smile.

A cold, numb feeling ran through me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was going to fucking die.

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