These Wounds Will Not Heal

Draco Malfoy/OC Fiction

Summary: Vena Vinditus is a half-blood witch sorted into the Slytherin house. Formally romantically involved with Draco Malfoy, He humiliates her and spreads hate for her after their brutal break up. Vena becomes an outcast in all of Slytherin for being a half-blood in a pureblood household. Vena will do whatever it takes to prove that she is meant to be in the Slytherin house and that the sorting hat did not make a mistake, but she can only prove it if she believes it herself. How far she is willing to go to prove she is, is the true question.

A/N: Thanks to Aimee for reviewing! I hope you guys continue to read and enjoy! Another chapter will be up tomorrow morning!

Chapter Three:

11:50 pm

I paced nervously. I didn't know if I could do this. What could he possibly need to explain? Why the secrecy?

11:55pm

My palms began to sweat.

I can't do this. I can't…

12:10am

I can't just leave him there. Maybe this was my only chance to fix things.

I rushed to the courtyard as quickly as I could without making too much noise. The courtyard was empty when I reached it. I looked around quickly for Draco. Halfway down one of the halls, Draco was walking off.

"Draco!" I called to him.

He turned quickly. I stopped and caught my breath.

"You're early…" I said and let a smile show before it quickly faded.

"You're late." He said with a stone face. "Fifteen to be exact…" He said and smiled.

I let myself smile again.

"Walk with me?" He asked and I nodded.

He put his hand out for me and I hesitantly took it.

We sat by the Whomping Willow. Our only light to see each other was the moon.

We sat in silence as he tried to figure out where to begin. He bit his lip again and took a deep breath.

"I never told him your last name…"

"He never wondered?" I questioned.

"He never asked." He answered. "When he found some of my old letters you had sent me, he recognized who your father was. He also knew your mother is a muggle." He explained.

"What did he say?"

"That doesn't matter…"

"What did he say Draco?" I yelled as I stood up.

He grabbed my wrist. "Sit please…" He asked softly.

I sat down with my legs crossed and my hands on my lap.

"He questioned me about it, the day he came to the school…"

I swallowed hard, my heart began to beat furiously as he continued to explain. Old memories began to block him out.

* "Draco."

"Father? What are you doing here?" Draco questioned.

"A word." He demanded in a low tone.

"Hello ." He looked at me in disgust and I instantly became confused.

They went around the corner to talk. Twenty minutes had passed and Draco never returned. I went into the dining hall where everyone was eating. Draco and I skipped to have alone time. I looked around and saw Draco seated at the Slytherin Table. I walked over to him quickly and stood behind him.

"Draco, is everything okay? I was worried." I asked and placed a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off.

"Leave me alone."

"Excuse me?" I asked in a soft shocked tone.

"You heard me." Draco raised his tone as he glared at me. He stood up and stared coldly at me.

"Stay away from me." He spoke raising his voice again.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked completely confused and on the verge of tears.

"You lied to me!" He was beginning to yell at me.

Everyone was quiet and staring at us.

"Draco, please… Everyone is staring. Can we go somewhere private?"

"I'm not going with you." He spoke lower, but not any less harsh.

I had no idea where this was coming from.

"Draco…"

"You're just a filthy half-blood."

My heart sank. Tears flowed down my cheeks as the other Slytherins whispered amongst themselves.

He gave me that horrible smirk that he'd give to Harry, Ron, or Hermione. Why was he doing this? I ran out of the dining hall and to the girl's restroom.

I was completely horrified and embarrassed. No one came for me… I must have been a horrible person.

I deserved it…*

Tears streamed down my cheeks, but Draco was looking at the ground and didn't notice.

"…better than to associate myself with your kind." He must have explained the whole situation. Of course, the only part I heard was about "my kind."

Draco looked up at me. His eyes widened when he saw my tear stained face and new ones forming.

"Vena..?" He spoke softly and reached for my face.

"Don't touch me!" I exclaimed and stood quickly.

"Is this what you brought me out for? To stir up old past things?" To make me cry?" I yelled.

"No!"

"You know what I am!"

"I know… I-"

"You swore you'd never tell!" I ignored his responses and kept yelling. "You said you loved me regardless. It was all a lie wasn't it?"

"No! Vena, I promise I-"

"Don't you dare go making me more promises for you to break!" I shouted as tears flowed down my face.

Draco took a step toward me. His face in a frown.

"Don't come near me!" I exclaimed as I backed up and put a hand out.

"Your father was right." Draco looked at me strangely as I spoke.

"You shouldn't 'associate' yourself with my kind. So go back to your wonderful perfect life with your friends and money. Go back to hating me and do me a favor and stay out of my 'filthy half-blood' life.

I turned on my heels and ran back to the castle. Draco continued to yell for me, but I kept running.

I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I sank to the floor, my head against the door, tears flowing freely.

Draco had torn off the band-aid and now I was bleeding profusely…