Chapter 3

My phone slid out of my hand and hit the floor, which broke me out of my shocked state. I quickly picked it up, and checked it for any cracks. Luckily, there were none.

"Experienced at such a young age. It's quite amazing. Draco?" Lucius asked.

Malfoy shrugged.

I continued to work on my arrangements, acting like nothing was wrong. In my mind, thoughts were racing through my brain. They can't trace me, can they? I hope nobody knows. But what if they find out-No, that's impossible. Is it?

"Miss Snape?"

I looked up, and realized the CEO was standing near a Launchpad, which had many more buttons than the small one I had at home.

"Sir?"

"We wanted to test your abilities. All interns have to do it."

I gulped, and stepped up to the launchpad.

"All you have to do is make the beat to these songs. I'm very sure you've heard them. It'll have no background music, that's up to you. We can and will hear every mistake that you make."

Well that comment was reassuring. I tapped each button to hear the sounds uploaded onto it. The first song was Keeping Your Head Up by Birdy. I easily replicated the exact beats from the song. Then it suddenly switched to Love Myself by Hailee Stienfield. Then Long Road to Hell in Avicii's older album. After eight minutes of constantly switching, the music stopped. "Oh thank god." I sighed a bit tired.

Once again, Draco was staring and gaping at me. I tipped the brim of my SnapBack to them and walked out.

Once I was outside the studio, I let out a shaky breath and realized my mistake. They thought I was an amateur, and I had easily forgot that and hit every beat in time and on time. "Fuc-" I began to hiss. I could clearly hear the Malfoy's in the studio.

"Draco, if we find Zodiacmxsk, profits would be raised and we could make a killing off of their music. This is how the business works, my son. And when you inherit this company, you will be the perfect heir." Mr Malfoy cackled. "You should get rid of that intern, too. I don't need anymore low class scum around here. And get somebody to trace her internet notifications and history. I think Zodiacmxsk is somewhere in London, and our top suspect is Snape. So get to it!"

"Father isn't that a bit extreme-" Draco was cut off by a harsh crack. His father must have slapped him.

"All I need is more profits. NOW HURRY UP!" The CEO roared, before storming out. I quickly turned the corner so he wouldn't see me. After thirty seconds, I came out to face a embarrassed Draco rubbing his cheek.

"Give me your phone."

"No."

"Give me your phone." Draco hissed

"No. You made me miss a day of classes." I snapped.

"Snape, I swear-"

"What?! That seems like you always say, to scare the shit out of people! Well I'm not like that, Malfoy. So try me."

"You impossible American, shit!"

"You're so CHILDISH!" I yelled back. "I'm leaving."

"You still have to come tomorrow."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

The next day, I had classes before going over to the studios. I sat through four long classes, and caused a minor explosion in my dad's class. I was rushing outside of the building and along the lovely grounds until I tripped on a loose cobblestone in the campus center, and al burst of pain ricocheted through my side as I hit the ground. My stuff flew everywhere, and my phone flew out of my hand. A hand snatched it out of the air. Two hulking boys were grunting to somebody standing behind them.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Draco and I yelled in unison, staring at each other. I rolled over onto my back to stare up at the sky, my stuff spread out near me. The three boys peered over me.

"Shush, I'm looking for my mom. She said that she'd be in the clouds." I murmured.

"Boss," one of the boys grunted. "She's mental. Can I break her nose?"

"Shut up Goyle." Draco snapped.

"The other boy scratched his chin. "If her mum's I'm the clouds, then she must be dead-

"Shut up Crabbe." Draco said, irritated. "Go back to the car."

"But boss-"

"Now."

Crabbe and Goyle grumbled and tromped away. I still stared up at the sky, while Draco stared down at me. I blinked and got up. I started to pick up my stuff, and surpisingly, Draco was helping. We reached for the same chemistry textbook and for a millisecond, our fingers brushed over each other's. Draco and I turned tomato red.

"Sorry-"

"Whatever." Draco scratched the back of his head.

I slipped my things into my bag. "Phone." I held out my hand. Draco had turned it on, and checked if I had any YouTube notifications. Nothing was there. He handed it back over to me.

Over the course of the next two weeks, Draco and I had shared even more moments together. Some embarrassing, some okay, I guess. But he was still infuriating. After Music Theory, I went home for my break. I raided the fridge and took out some Chinese takeout from a few days ago. Sitting down, I scrolled through my social media pages. Then my phone rang.

"How the HELL did you even get my number, Malfoy?!"

"I'm magically rich and persuasive." His snarky tone met my ear. "Anyways, I have paperwork for you to do."

"I'll be there later. Bye bye." I hung up and rolled my eyes. This internship was stressful alright. And Mr Malfoy was still hunting down Zodiacmxsk. Great.

I arrived at the studios two hours later. Draco was stressed out when I arrived at his office. "FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!" He yelled, ruffling his hair.

"Yo. Prettyboy." I rolled my eyes, and went through the mail he made me get. "Tax bill, another tax bill-ok..." I dropped the issue of Playboy magazine into the trash can.

"Hey, I pay good money for that-!"

"You're desperate. Go actually hook up with somebody and have a stable relationship." I groaned. "All the images in there are women that have been photoshopped to death." I flipped through the remain few envelopes, until I found a fancy silver envelope.

Draco snatched it from me and another stream of curses came from his mouth.

"I HATE this STUPID GALA!"

"Hm?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, Snape, you are so stupid sometimes. The Empire Gala is a high society meeting of all the top music producers in the world, and every damn year I have to do with my father. And this year is even worse, because I'm meeting my future wife-"

"WHAT?!" I started walking towards his desk, then felt myself falling to the floor-

I felt two arms wrap around me. Draco looked down at me, a pissed look on his face, and a notciable red blush spreading across our faces.

"Be more careful." He dropped me on the floor. "As I was saying, my father wants me to marry the daughter of an rich company. Her name is Astoria or something like that." Draco said angrily. "That's all he cares about. Money."

"Malfoy-"

"Go."

"What?"

"JUST GO!"

"I will not. You don't even know how to love, so I don't see the problem."

"Yes I do-"

"NO, YOU DON'T!" I screamed. I turned to leave, and Draco yanked my jacket sleeve. Cold air brushed my arms, and Draco faltered. I heard my jacket hit the floor.

The scars on my arms were what he was gaping at. The scars I had given myself. The scars from my severe depression.