Drowning in Spite
Summery: The summer of fifth year—the days of developing, growing and adventure of the teenage experience. But what happens when your innocence is abruptly taken from you? With no heart, no conscious and absolutely no one to hear your cries—what are you to do? Draco Malfoy finds out the hard way, after being introduced to the most secretive Malfoy tradition ever known. And the only person there to hold his bleeding heart is the last person he could ever want to see. Come; read this story as all the characters go through riveting experiences concerning the coming of age, sexual preference/exploration and the meaning of life.
Disclaimer: Sorry, but I don't own any of the characters.
Warning: This is a very Dark fic. Please DO NOT READ if you are offended by ANY of this. This chapter is very dark and there is slash. So please, don't read it if you're offended by this. But, I do admit you will miss a large understanding of this story if you skip it. But you're warned. So enjoy the chapter.
Hogwarts June 2004 Last Day of School –So I'm speeding past the school year to get to the Seventh year (which is extremely important, these first four chapters serve as an introduction. It's all good)
Chapter Five
Love?
People
They don't mean a thing to you
They move right through you
Just like your breath
But sometimes
I still think of you
And I just wanted to
Just wanted you to know
My old friend...
I swear I never meant for this
I never meant...
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
Don't look at me that way
It was an honest mistake
An honest mistake
Sometimes
I forget I'm still awake
I fuck up and say these things out loud
My old friend
I swear I never meant for this
I never meant
-The Bravery, An Honest Mistake
Draco paced the corridor, waiting for Blaise to step out so they could hurry down to lake for lunch. It was the last day of school, and Draco had a ball of fear sitting in his stomach waiting to explode. He never mentioned the Christmas incident, and never questioned what happened afterwards because he didn't remember. All he did remember was waking to see a rather frustrated Granger sitting at the foot of his bed looking over his homework from break. He had sworn at her, even thrown at her his alarm clock. She immediately jumped from off of his bed and hexed him. He was walking around with elf ears for a week. He remembered her wiping away tears from her eyes as she dropped his work and grabbed her robe. She whispered "Goodbye for Good…" as the door slammed behind her. He didn't know what it meant and frankly, he didn't care. She had left her notes behind, her non-originals of course.
Flashback
"He's getting better?" Asked Blaise
Hermione was standing over Draco's bed, holding a large thermometer in her hands. She slipped it in between Draco's sagging lips and waited for his temperature to read.
"Well, his fever broke. That took forever; I thought that Potion would never work."
"Well it did. You're a genius." Blaise broke the little space that divided the two on Draco's bed. Hermione looked at him nervously, and stood from the bed. Blaise's hand shot up and grabbed her about the waist; the thermometer fell from her hands.
"Blaise…"
"Hermione, wait. C'mon now! Can't you see that I'm completely smitten by you? I can't help it if you're attractive, and my heart aches for you. I'm in love with you damn it! You don't know how lovely you are…and I need you." Blaise lifted his perfect indigo eyes to her brown ones, and a little of her fell apart.
"I…I'm flattered."
Blaise dropped his arms from around her.
"I'll never be good enough for you, will I? You'll continue to leave me here, on a thread, waiting! You're not ever going to consider us as a couple, because you're…you're…afraid."
"I'm not afraid Blaise! I'm spacing my time, and right now, I'm not ready to have a boyfriend!" screamed Hermione. She pushed him away and turned from him. Her eyes stung with tears and she slammed the Dorm's door and ran out of the Slytherin tower.
Later that day, Hermione went back to Draco's dorm to check on him, Blaise had left upon her arrival, muttering that he needed to take an emergency walk around the corridors as he shut the door.
Hermione pulled out her wand and began to stabilize Draco; she began to unravel his bandages, satisfied to see that he had healed nicely. She also noticed, with delight, that he was starting to mumble in his sleep. She smiled to herself and she began to clean the area around Draco's bed. She picked up tossed parchment, sweaty ties and old socks and tossed them back into his trunk. She found his Advanced Charms homework lying beneath his sock, and sat on the corner of his bed looking over it. She wasn't grading or editing it. She was lost in the admiration of his font—she always had a thing for perfect handwriting.
"John…"
Hermione froze and turned to see Draco stirring in his sleep, his eyes now flew open.
"Draco? Are you okay?" She asked, placing down his work.
"GRANGER! What are you doing in my dorm?"
"This is THE BOYS dorm, not YOUR dorm," Hermione retaliated.
"Well Granger, since when have you been owning up to having a dick?" Draco asked profoundly. Hermione blushed deeply and stood abruptly to her feet.
"I'm not staying, I'm leaving…"
"You better be you filthy whore! Staying around to shag Blaise? He only wants you for shagging purposes only!"
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Hermione exclaimed, turning to stare at Draco's sneering face.
"It is so. Has he sprouted the, "I love you" bit, on you yet? He uses that with every girl he wants to SHAG."
Hermione stood rooted to the spot, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Shut up Malfoy…I don't believe you…just stay out of my life." Hermione stomped out of the dorm, whispering under her breath.
Blaise came from behind the portrait. He was dressed in khakis and a "Pink Floyd" shirt.
"What the bloody hell are you wearing?" Draco asked angrily, pointing at his shirt. Blaise shrugged.
"Hermione gave it to me for my birthday. It's a muggle band; I heard some of the music she has. It's really good."
"Don't talk to me about her."
"Fine…but you asked."
"I did not. C'mon, let's go."
As they descended towards the lake, Draco caught a flashy of bushy brown hair. Out flew a rather giggly Granger. She threw herself on Blaise, who laughed aloud, and grabbed her about the shoulders.
Granger was dressed to the tee. Draco never realized how much leg the girl had. She definitely showed it off in her Denim skirt. It was about five inches above her knee and she wore a yellow shirt that was tight, showing off more than the opposite sex should handle. Draco wasn't aroused nor pleased to see her accessories, he dismissed the look of lust that flashed across Blaise's face and ignored the two as they made their way down to the lake.
"Blaise! I'm so happy you're coming home with me! My mum and dad are going to flip when they meet you! You're so cool." Hermione said, pulling at his arm. "They're so used to seeing Harry and Ron! They were waiting until I got someone else…someone more interesting and definitely cuter!" Hermione exclaimed, pinching Blaise's cheek.
"Still doesn't excuse the fact that Weasley and Potter are going to be there. Your parents don't mind three boys staying in their house with such a beautiful girl?" Blaise asked, smiling. Hermione blushed.
"Excuse me…but shouldn't you be off doing whatever mudbloods do?" Draco asked chillingly. Hermione stopped smiling and stared at him.
"And should you be doing what ever pricks do?" Hermione asked cautiously. She watched as Draco's unusually pale face gained color in his cheeks. He turned to face her, his fist raised. Hermione pushed Blaise so he couldn't stop Draco. Draco held his fist high, his face contorted with both confusion and anger.
But he didn't hit her.
"Granger…" Draco whispered warningly. He wanted to punch her, hell, he wanted to kill the little cretin, but he couldn't.
"Go ahead Malfoy. Do it. We all remember that sometimes we get mad…but why would you hit me? I didn't cause you this anger." Hermione took a step back, missing by mere inches as Draco swung his fist at her. It was then that Blaise grabbed her by the waist and pushed her behind him.
"All right mate, that's enough of that…remember, Hermione here is just telling the truth…" Blaise said coolly, walking away from Draco. Draco stood where he was, and watched as Hermione tossed her sunlight-amber hair to the side.
His insides twirled in a fit as he watched her walk away…
Hermione stumbled onto the balcony, a bottle of vodka clenched in her tiny hands. She giggled as Blaise wrapped an arm around her waist. She could feel his erection press against her, and he took the bottle from her and tipped the contents back, drinking from the clear bottle deeply, he then handed it back to her and watched as she drank deeply too. She turned to face him and kissed him longingly on the lips. She moaned loudly as their tongues danced. Hermione didn't know that Blaise was slowly unbuttoning her blouse until it was too late. It was falling behind them, swinging gently in the summer's cool air to land in the pool that was underneath the balcony. She shivered as Blaise kissed her on the neck, his hands massaged the back of her neck and she moaned and gasped as he moved up and down her neck to recapture her luscious lips again. He nibbled and licked. Hermione, in her drunken stupor led his hands down her bare belly, to rest on her. She kissed him, encouraging him to move further down. His hand slipped under the thin layer of cloth that served as a skirt. He slipped a finger in her, enjoying the smoothness of her, and he entered her and she cried out. He rubbed her swollen nub, and nearly climaxed as she shuddered against his hand. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled from out of her and grabbed her knickers, yanking them off. Hermione's eyes grew wide with fear as Blaise lifted her up onto the corner of the Balcony, making her scream aloud. She was going to fall backwards in the position Blaise had her in. Hermione no longer wanted to feel what she had felt earlier with Blaise, she no longer wanted to be at this party, and she no longer wanted to be on the balcony. Blaise was unzipping his pants and pushing his boxers open to allow for his erection to spring out. He looked up at her and smiled.
Her throat was thick with liquor.
She kissed him instead, trying to push her tongue as deep as she could in his throat. He grabbed her from off the balcony, in fear that she might push away hard enough and fall backwards. He pushed her to the balcony's ground, and pressed down on her. The music blasted, engulfing her screams and moans, blending it. He kissed her heavily. Hermione began to struggle as her brain comprehended what was about to happen. Hermione whispered 'no' as she looked up in Blaise's red shot eyes. She cried out in fear and pain as Blaise entered her. She withered under him, her nails digging into his upper arms.
She entered the downstairs foyer, watching as familiar faces from school entered the rooms, falling on one another in a drunken frenzy. Hermione vomited on the spot and tried to cover herself with her arms, her black bra showing and her skirt torn to the side. She had blood running down her legs, and tears, down her face. She didn't know where the bathroom was, and she didn't know where Harry or Ron was. She felt dizzy as she gripped the corners of the walls to hold her up. She coughed up globs of saliva as she made her journey to the front door. As she threw open the door, a gust of cool summer air hit her, and there, stood Ministry officials, dressed in their dark robes and wands pointed at the ready. Hermione cried out as one of them grabbed her by the arms, shaking her.
"Hermione? Oh God, are you okay?" asked a familiar voice. Hermione, through her blurry eyes could make out the bubble gum pink hair of Tonks. Tonks looked her up and down fearfully, "Oh God Hermione, who did this to you?"
Hermione remembered falling onto her knees, exhausted as Tonks tried to lift her from the ground. Hermione could feel her body shake and tremble.
Draco trembled as his Father smiled ruefully at him.
"My dearest son, look at you, nearly a grown man!" Lucius pushed Draco down into an armchair, handing him a short glass filled with strong fire whiskey.
Draco took the glass from his father and sipped it, his face turning up in disgust as the liquid burned his throat. Lucius glared at him. Lucius gaze softened as Draco took another sip without the upturned facial expression. "I truly love you Draco, like a father should love his rising son…" Lucius drawled. Draco's heart pounded…he ached for these words. He yearned for his father's love, and now, it was there.
"I love you too Father." Draco shivered at the impact of his words. He sat on his father's armchair, with nothing but pajama pants on, his shirt, removed.
"We are unique…" Lucius continued, sitting across from Draco. "You have bypassed a very difficult summer, and now the process will be easier for you."
Draco shivered as his father stood.
Draco felt the piercing of his skin as his father gripped him by the shoulders, his nails digging into his pale flesh. He captured his son's lips, opening his mouth under his, Draco growled against his father's lips and at the same time, inwardly punishing himself for having such a reaction. Lucius lifted Draco, bringing his body close to his and massaging the small of his back as he continued to kiss him.
Immediately, Draco saw the softness of his father, the brutal honesty of a man on the brink of his insanity. The softness, however not worthy of any sympathy, Draco saw an evil layer of his father that was not protected. It was naked and unsure. And for a second, Draco could see the insecurity of his Lucius.
"Hermione here is a champ, she's Head Girl!" Ron exclaimed, throwing a protective arm around her shoulders. She sighed and snuggled against Ron's built arm. Harry smiled at her as she blushed and glanced again at the letter in his hand.
"It's not like we didn't know you'd get the position, you are the smartest with in the Wizarding World." Harry complimented, his eyes glowing with warmth as he did so. Hermione grinned and reached out to hug him.
They were at the Barrow. Enjoying what few days that had left of Vacation. She had subconsciously berated herself daily because of her action's at the party for Blaise's 17th birthday. Hermione hardly remembered anything at all from that night, but she did remember losing her virginity to Blaise. She wrote it off as a bad first experience to a boy that truly loved her. Hermione remembered the ministry the day after, holding her in an infirmary until her parents came by. They were frightened, and her mother wouldn't stop crying. She wanted to let them know that she was going to be okay, and that she had wanted it, but she knew they'd never understand.
She remembered being afraid and feeling pain and fear and…other things that she can't possibly explain. But all in all, she hated it. And she still had nightmares about it. And in it, she's being torn apart.
And she doubted herself daily. Did she really want what Blaise gave her? The exhilarating pressure of sex and the fear that came with it was more than she could handle.
But she had done it.
"Hermione?" Ron shook her. She snapped out of her trance, and smiled up at him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, just thinking…I was wondering if I could go into Diagon Alley to get school supplies. Do you guys want to come?"
"Yeah, let me go change into my khakis," Ron stood from the table in the kitchen and slapped Harry on his shoulder.
"C'mon mate, shopping it is." Harry jerked. He had been staring intensively at Hermione's glowing face. She had chopped her hair off, leaving it curly and short, framing her face magnificently. She had her bangs hanging carelessly in her face, hiding half of it. She lifted her hand and pushed the strands behind her ears. Harry swallowed hard and stood from the table.
"See you in a jiffy 'Mione," Harry whispered, following Ron up the stairs.
Hermione waited patiently as Harry and Ron changed from out of their pajamas. She fidgeted in her seat as she closed her eyes and saw the scary demeanor of Blaise. He towered over her, like a giant and his arms reached out, long limbs of destruction, to grab her about the waist and pull her towards him.
She opened her eyes to the sound of Ginny's yawn.
"'Ello Hermione…" Ginny said within her yawn. She sat across from her at the table, glancing quizzically at her. "Are you okay?"
Hermione jerked, "Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm perfectly fine!"
"We care Hermione, that's all…after the whole Blaise thing, we—"
"—He did nothing! We had sex, okay? Nothing more, nothing less…" Hermione said angrily, standing from her seat. She pushed the chair back and left the kitchen. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, she felt the fear entering into her veins, and tearing at her conscious.
"Hermione? We're done…did you ask Ginny if she wanted to come?"
"Yeah, she can't come…" Hermione lied, reaching the front of the house, where the fireplace stood. She opened a small jar filled with floo powder and tossed it into the roaring fire.
"THE LEAKY CAULDRON!" Hermione bellowed. The flames engulfed her as she twirled in the fireplace, passing many other fireplaces until she landed heavily on her feet in front of Tom.
"Hello Tom…"
"Hello Ms. Granger, pleasure to see you again," Tom gave her a toothless grin and continued to scrub tables. Hermione waited near the fireplace for Harry and Ron to follow suit, but they were taking too long. Hermione left a message with Tom for Harry and Ron, and left the pub.
He stepped out of Flourish and Blotts, his parcels clenched tightly to his chest when she fell into him.
"Hermione?"
The boy dropped his books and grabbed her about the shoulders, pulling her to his chest.
"Let go of me Blaise!" Hermione growled. She pushed away from him and surveyed his over-the-summer transformation. He was taller, much tanner and impossibly much more handsome. She shivered.
"You look…amazing." Blaise's eyes dropped up and down her figure and she blushed.
"Blaise, stop…"
"You know I would never intentionally try to hurt you Hermione, you know that…" Blaise ran a hand down her arm.
Hermione dropped her eyes to his chest and sighed, "I know."
"BLAISE?" Pansy came running towards him. "BLAISE!" She collided into his arm, having not seen Hermione; she pulled him to face her.
"OH BLAISE!"
"Pansy! What's going on?"
"IT'S DRACO! HE'S BEING CHOKED THE LIFE OUT OF BY HARRY POTTER!" Hermione peeked around Blaise's shoulder.
"HERMIONE! Oh my God, they're at the bank!" Pansy cried out, "I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't budge!"
Hermione took off, Blaise behind her.
When Hermione reached them, Harry had Draco against the floor, blood was smeared on them both, but Harry gripped Draco's neck, as if at any moment, it would snap.
"HARRY! NO!" Hermione screamed, running up to him.
"YOU BLOODY FAIRY!" Harry screamed at Draco. "ADMIT IT! You fucking nance!"
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's chest, pulling him with all her strength, backwards.
Draco released an anguished cry as Harry flew backwards, landing on Hermione. Draco scrambled to his feet and kicked Harry in the stomach.
"You fucking prick!" Draco yelled, continuing to kick Harry in the stomach. Hermione lie underneath him, and felt the blow as well.
"STOP!" She screamed. Harry had now grabbed Draco's foot and pulled him over, colliding into the pavement as bystanders began to crowd around them.
Draco fell over as Harry stood up, gripping his abdomen, he reached over to pull up Hermione.
"Bloody nance…I'll kick your arse!" Harry muttered, kicking Draco in the back. He spat on him as he began to walk way, Hermione stood in between the two. She looked at Draco's arched form, trying to stand. And then she saw Harry, wiping the blood off his face with his shirt, Ron standing next to him, excited.
Hermione kneeled next to Draco, her wand out.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, cleaning his wounds. Draco turned his head to look at her. His face frozen in utter disbelief as he analyzed her face. Hermione placed her small palm on his cheek, wiping away what had been a tear.
Draco pushed her away from him. She fell back on to her butt as he stood angrily, walking away from her.
"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger told me to tell you both that she will be at Flourish and Blotts, and for you two to meet her there immediately," Tom said brightly. Harry and Ron both thanked him.
"Why couldn't she just wait for us? Harry asked, opening the gate to Diagon Alley.
"You know how she's been lately…in a rush," Ron replied.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." They entered, walking pass the crowded streets with difficulty. Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw a dark figure walk swiftly towards Knockturn Alley. A streak of blonde hair blurred his vision.
"Malfoy…" Harry muttered. Ron looked around wildly.
"What about him? Where is he?"
"He just turned into Knockturn Alley," Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Do you want to follow him?"
"Yeah…c'mon." Harry pulled Ron towards the entrance leading to Knockturn Alley, and they stealthily followed him. Immediately, Draco was snatched into an alley. Harry and Ron gasped as they saw this happen. They jogged towards the alley he was pulled in to, and quietly hid behind a garbage bin.
"Did you think I'd let you leave me Draco?"
"Lucas…what, what do you want?" Draco asked, his voice shaking.
"I want you to come back Draco, come back to the service. Just because John's gone, doesn't mean you have to be also."
Draco shook; tears came down his cheeks as Lucas released him. Draco slid to the ground, his hands covering his face as he cried. Harry and Ron held their breaths in shock as they surveyed this side of Malfoy. "Please don't say this name…" Draco begged. "Please…"
"Why not Draco? He's dead. You can say thank you to your father for killing him. Your boyfriend is in a better place…hopefully…" Lucas said evilly. He wore black slacks and a black collared shirt, making him look impossibly thin and evil.
"Don't talk to me about this!" Draco cried from the floor. "I've tried so hard to forget about him…I've tried so, so hard Lucas, but I can't! I can't forget him!"
"Draco, listen to me…it's your fault he's gone. He was innocent, and you allowed for your father to take an innocent life. What more is there to live for? Your lover is gone." Lucas smiled and kneeled next to him. He was mere inches away from his face.
"I loved him so much…" Draco whispered, looking into Lucas's face. Lucas captured Draco's lips, kissing him hard and perfectly. Draco entwined his fingers into Lucas's hair and jerked his head back angrily, ripping his lips away from Lucas's.
"You've always been the fiery one, Draco…" Lucas growled, pulling away from Draco.
"I'll make you a deal," Draco proposed. His eyes were dark as he looked at Lucas's mouth to his eyes.
"Oh really?" Lucas purred. "I like deals, tell me Young Master Malfoy…what have you say to the magnificent Hustler Lucas?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "How about I come back to you after I graduate from Hogwarts, but you have to leave me alone for the whole of this year."
"Okay, sounds good to me."
"But! There's something else you have to do…" Draco said, grinning.
"What is that?"
"You have to fuck me," Draco whispered dangerously. Lucas's eyes grew wide.
"What's happened to you?" Lucas asked, "You've never been this provocative before. Usually it was helpless whimpering, like the femme you are."
"My father happened to me." Draco admitted, looking away.
"What is this? Draco Malfoy, King of the Dark Arts was raped by his daddy?" Lucas laughed. "I knew he had some problems, but not that! He's the symbol of straightness…who would have thought?"
Harry nudged Ron, "What did Lucas say! I can't hear anything from here!"
Ron shook his head, "I don't know…I couldn't hear…damn it!"
"Oh God Draco, I'm sorry," Lucas hugged Draco tightly before helping him stand up. "I knew your father was an evil man, but I didn't know he was a psycho."
"I have to go," Draco muttered. He stood and dusted the dirt off of his pants. Lucas stood with him, a sly smile on his face. He grabbed Draco once more and kissed him, this time Draco responded with just as much force.
Harry stumbled backwards into Ron, whose long gangly arms flew into the garbage bin, knocking it over.
Draco and Lucas separated, staring at Ron and Harry crotched over watching them. Draco took a step back from Lucas, his eyes widening in anger and fear.
"Bastards!" Draco growled.
"Is that the famous Harry Potter?" Lucas asked, his eyebrows rising.
"What the bloody fuck are you two idiots doing?" Draco asked angrily, but his voice shook slightly.
"Watching you, you bloody nance! We didn't know you were a bloody faggot Malfoy!" Ron bellowed, grinning. Harry smiled at this. He had a way to get back at Malfoy.
"Malfoy! You fucking femme!" Harry yelled.
Lucas patted Draco on the shoulder and smiled, "I won't forget your deal, Draco." With a small pop, Lucas was gone.
"I'll kill you both!" Draco took off running after Ron and Harry. They ran out of Knockturn Alley until they were in front of the bank. Draco fell on top of Harry. Wrestling him to the ground, Draco whispered menacingly in his face, "Tell a word Potter, and I'll kill everyone you ever cared about…too late for your parents though!" Draco was punched in the face as a roaring Harry wrapped his hands around his neck. Ron stood behind them, surveying the unfurling fight and holding back a frantic Pansy and a group of students from Hogwarts who happened to have stumbled across the two.
Draco dug his fingernails into Harry's toughen skin. Harry released Draco's neck. Draco gasped for air as he punched Harry several times in the face, cracking his glasses.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Draco bellowed. "STAY IN YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" Draco gained the upper hand of Harry and punched him, making Harry fall over. Harry, angry of being pushed around by Draco, grabbed Draco by the hair, and pulled him to the ground, his face smashed against the pavement.
"Now admit it Malfoy, you're a fucking queer. You're a fucking loser…" Harry said, smiling as he choked Draco. Draco shook his head, making it clear that he wasn't going to let up to Harry.
"HARRY! NO!" Harry heard Hermione's voice from behind him.
"YOU BLOODY FAIRY!" Harry screamed at Draco. "AMDIT IT! You fucking nance!"
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's chest, pulling him with all her strength, backwards.
Draco released an anguished cry as Harry flew backwards, landing on Hermione. Draco scrambled to his feet and kicked Harry in the stomach.
"You fucking prick!" Draco yelled, continuing to kick Harry in the stomach. Hermione lie underneath him.
She screamed. "STOP!"
Harry grabbed Draco's foot and pulled him over, colliding into the pavement.
Draco fell over as Harry stood up, gripping his abdomen, he reached over to pull up Hermione.
Draco felt tear welling up in his eyes as he wiped away the blood coming from his mouth.
"Bloody nance…I'll kick your arse!" Harry muttered, kicking Draco in the back. Draco felt something warm land on his back as Harry spat on him.
Draco saw someone kneel next to him with their wand out.
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered, cleaning his wounds with her wand. She muttered a few more incantations. Draco turned his head to look at her. Draco froze as he took in Hermione. She had chopped off her hair, and it curled around her face, making her look extremely vibrant and,
Beautiful…Draco thought. She had a glow to her face that made him ache to touch her. She no longer carried that annoying sense of air about her features. She looked softer, and Draco liked that.
She placed her cold, small palm on his cheek, wiping away what had been a tear. The touch burned Draco, creating a hungry desire in his stomach. He had to get away from it.
Draco pushed her away from him. She fell back on to her butt as he stood angrily, walking away from her.
"Foolish Mudblood…you told me to stay out of your life..." Draco murmured.
Sorry if there's any grammatical errors. Such as my Pronoun antecedent problems! UUUGGGHHH! I hate those! I'm sorry for the two month wait guys. I mean school, car accidents, cheating boyfriends and mild crushes, they're all killing me. I'm sorry! "The Race for Harry Potter" will be updated SOON! ALREADY IN THE MAKING and so will my other story; "Not Yours to Keep" will be update. UGH! SO MUCH TO DO!
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