Chapter 6: The Confrontation
She jumps in surprise at the voice, her heart hammering against her chest. She looks wildly around, and then her gaze falls on the door, where Draco Malfoy is standing, a nasty sneer on his aristocratic face.
Oh, fuck.
"What are you doing here?" she asks, furiously wiping tears from her face. She tries to sound angry but just sounds scared.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
She narrows her eyes. "That's none of your business."
"I'm a prefect. So, yes, it actually is my business."
"Oh, take your prefect badge and shove it," she says, sniffling and snatching her robes up from beside her. She stands and begins to put them on, when he catches sight of her arm.
It is covered in red cuts. Some healed, some still open and bleeding. Some wide, some thin, but all deep.
He steps forward, closer to her. When he speaks, his voice is softer. "What did you do?"
She pulls on her robes and brushes her hair back over her shoulder. "Nothing."
"Those aren't nothing."
She sighs loudly and makes for the door. He grabs her wrist in an attempt to stop her, but she wriggles free of his grasp and he finds that he is in a mild state of shock.
He lets her go.
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She walks with angry steps back to Gryffindor tower. The weight on her chest is almost crippling now. She feels more fear than she thinks she should.
But Malfoy knows. He knows her secret.
No, he doesn't know anything. He just thinks he does.
But still, I have to be more careful from now on.