Disclaimer: I don't own anything, though I wish I did. The Characters, Location, and everything belong to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: This is not compliant with HBP. I love the book, but it makes a pre-started story hard to continue.
The Trouble With Draco Malfoy
Chapter Five: Whatever you say
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Draco is NOT an ass. He is just trying to get used to the power that he holds over another human being. I mean, think about it, before his father and mother have had complete control over his life. Now he has the ability to control another human being. Wouldn't you all be eager to have control over another? Just a thought.
I was soon laughing with my new best friends. My sisters. They were careful to avoid the subject of my ass of a fiancé. They knew things weren't perfect in paradise. They knew that I hated him. They knew it all and I hadn't even said a word about it. We all knew that we were destined for Slytherin and with that came the destruction of my freedom. I hated Draco Malfoy.
"Why, Mollie my love, I think that you are not paying attention to me. Should I make your life hell, my dear? Is that what you want, my love, my pet, my slave? Hahaha." Becca was trying to make me feel better. She was mocking Draco and it all made me nervous.
"Becca, please, don't. I don't want to get in trouble. I don't want you to get in trouble. You might not have to deal with Draco Malfoy for the rest of your life, but I do." I protested.
"That is right, my love, you do." God, do I never get away from him. How in the hell had he gotten into the room so silently? I knew that voice anywhere. Draco was standing in the doorway. He was angry, judging by his expression. Behind him stood three people; two boys and a girl. I knew that the boys must by Crabbe and Goyle, but who was the girl?
"Mollie, love, come back to earth and listen to my when I am fucking speaking to you. That is an order, for Christ's sake. Or maybe it is for your own sake, Mollie. I know things about you that you don't want anyone else to know. I know what you call out in the dark. You don't want me to reveal it do you. Now come over here like a good little girl and give the love of your life a kiss on the cheek and all will be forgotten, my love." I saw the look in his eyes. He was trying to humiliate me, and it was working.
I got up and kissed him as required of me. He took my hand and led my back to my seat. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I looked down at my feet, refusing to look up and meet Mandi and Becca's imploring eyes. I hated it. I continued to look down at my feet while asking the question, "Who is she, Draco? Are you replacing me already, or am I not pretty enough for you? Do I humiliate you Draco?" God, don't let me cry.
"Pansy Parkinson. No I am not replacing you. You are very pretty, my love. And you only humiliate me when you do things that you know you ought not to do. Things like leaving me looking for you on the platform, and talking back to me. Oh, and not listening to me when I am speaking, which you are doing again, my little piece of fucked up trash." And with that he slapped me.
I couldn't hold it anymore. I cried. I broke. I humiliated myself with the tears that would not stop streaming down my face. "Yes. I am your fucked up trash. I should go now before I do something else to anger you." I whispered.
"No. Mollie, I don't know why you take this. I swear to god, you come here and sit down on my seat." I got up and sat on Becca's seat. She was standing now, glaring at Draco. "God, you are an ass. Don't you know what you have? Don't you give a damn what you do to her? You fucking asshole." And with that she started to slap him. She kicked him. And I did what I knew would get me a better place. I intervened.
"No. Becca, he is right. I am being a bitch. I should listen to him when he talks to me. I should… I should obey him. He has a right to say as he wishes to me? He has a right to do as he pleases. Please, don't get me in trouble?" I was trying to stop crying.
"Whatever you say, Mollie. You know, it is your own life if you are going to fuck it up, okay, but don't expect to be welcome to cry on my shoulder. You are asking for it. No, you know what, I swore I was your triplet today. I will do anything for you. If you want to fuck up you life and come crying on my shoulder, you are welcome. I just can't let you do this to yourself. Don't you know what you are doing?" Becca replied.
"Of course I know what I am doing. I am not fucking up my life. I am soon going to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy and I have to know my position in life in relation to Draco. He is right. What he says is only in my best interest. Isn't it Draco? You would never say anything to hurt me for no reason, would you, my dear?"
"No, my love, never. Becca, you are going to get hurt if you don't mind yourself." Draco warned.
"Whatever you say."
And we all stood there. Broken. All but Mandi, who had tuned it out, not wanting to watch Mollie once again be hurt. They all stood there with Mandi towering over all of us; not broken. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy don't even matter. And the train suddenly stopped.