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.

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Chapter Four:

I couldn't concentrate on anything. I sat in potions class early again. I decided to sit in the front. After last night, I wasn't going to shy away and be afraid anymore. Draco showed me I have to prove myself. I had to show I'm not "some kind."

A Throat cleared and I looked up.

"Excuse me. Can I sit with you?" She asked softly.

I was shocked. "Yeah, sure…"

She sat beside me and remained quiet while she set up her supplies.

"I'm Jeniece." She spoke and smiled.

"Vena." I said and shook her hand.

I knew her. She was a grade under me, but we never talked.

"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I'm bothering you aren't I?" She spoke quickly as she hurriedly gathered her things.

"No, no!" I spoke out as quickly as her. "I'm just shocked. No one has wanted anything to do with me since…" I stopped. Tears brimmed my eyelashes. I quickly wiped them away.

"Vena… I saw what happened between you and Draco last night." Jeniece spoke softly.

I faced her, but she wasn't looking at me. Her hands were folded in her lap and her eyes on the desk.

"I sleep walk you see… I found myself by the Whomping Willow and I heard you yelling. I wanted to make sure everything was okay…"

"So why do you want to befriend me now? Out of pity?" I didn't mean to be harsh, but I was being cautious.

"I'm a half-blood too Vena…" I looked at her wide eyed. She looked up at me, tears filling her eyes.

"I should have said something when Draco called you out as he did, but I was afraid. I wanted to be accepted. I've never been accepted…"

My heart sank for her. I understood.

"Then when I saw how they treated you and all the horrible things they said, I became more afraid…" She continued. "It hurts me as well when they say such awful things. I can't live for their approval anymore. I'm not afraid for them to find out anymore…" She sat quietly for a moment.

"Anyways, I just wanted to apologize and hoping maybe we could become friends. I'm so deeply sorry Vena."

I hugged her. She looked like she needed a friend. She had been alone and hiding. At least for a time, I had Draco…

"Do you think there are other half-bloods hiding?" She asked through a sniffle.

"Maybe…" I replied.

Students began to fill the class.

"What is this? Vena made a friend?" Draco chuckled and smirked as Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe laughed at his ridiculous pun. Jeniece hid her face slightly. Pansy's eyes widened as she recognized who she was.

"Jeniece?" She exclaimed. "What are you doing? Get to our seats."

"This is my seat." Jeniece spoke quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not your lapdog anymore!" She exclaimed as she stood.

"So you'd rather associate yourself with this… filth?" Pansy said in disgust.

"I am this filth!"

My eyes widened along with Pansy and the others. She had the courage to do what I never could.

"You…" Pansy spoke with shock and disgust in her voice. "A filthy half-blood?"

She moved away quickly as if she would be infected if she hadn't.

Draco's eyes lingered on me for a moment as Jeniece sat back down. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something.

"Draco!" Pansy called and I broke out eye contact.

I watched him from the corner of my eye. He stayed a moment longer and then walked to his seat by Pansy.

"That was very brave if you." I spoke.

"I don't want to hide anymore." She spoke and opened her text book. "We can't be afraid."

After class had ended, Jeniece and I went to the courtyard to finish up some of the work before our next classes.

"He still loves you…"

"What?" I asked caught off guard.

"I see the way he looks at you. He was forced by his father to end it." She explained.

"How do you know that?" I questioned.

"Weren't you listening to him?"

That was when I realized I zoned out at his explanation.

"I think if he could change the way things were, he would. Maybe you should give him another chance. A chance to really in depth explain without running." She offered her advice.

I sat deep in thought. Maybe she was right. What if she was wrong about him though? There was only one way to find out…

"I need to find him."

I rushed around the school trying to find him. I accidently slammed into him as he was leaving the restroom. He caught me before I could fall.

"You okay?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I was hoping to run into you. Well, not literally, you know."

"What's wrong?" He asked as he crossed his arms. He looked around to scan our surroundings before looking back at me.

"I was hoping to restart our conversation from last night…" I said.

"I'm not sure that is a good idea…"

"Draco, I'm sorry about last night. I'm not completely over everything. Hearing what happened again was heartbreaking. You're troubled by something. I can tell. I want to be there for you." I explained.

He sighed and let his arms fall.

"You promise to not jump at my throat and run off?"

"You use to like that…" I joked and he smirked. "I promise." I spoke genuinely.

He looked around again then back at me. "Meet me in the courtyard. Same time."

I nodded.

"Well?" Jeniece's eyes filled with excitement as I sat beside her in our second class together.

"He said yes!" I answered.

"I knew it! You must tell me how it goes!"

Jeniece and I had met up in the girl's corridors after our classes had ended. It was nice to have a roommate again. All the girls had moved out once the fiasco happened and would have rather be crowded. We talked for hours getting to know each other. It was nice to have a friend again. I forgot what it was like.

"You should probably get to the courtyard!" She said in a giddy manor.

"I'm getting nervous again." I spoke nervously.

"You'll be fine! Just remember, let him fully explain." She advised and I nodded.

Midnight struck the clock and there was no sign of Draco. My leg bounced nervously as I waited for him.

"He isn't coming." I turned quickly to face the speaker.

Pansy Parkinson stepped out from the darkness. I stood up and waited 'til she was in front of me. She had a smug smirk on her face.

"You're wasting your time you know. He doesn't want a filthy half-blood. He is just playing you like a fiddle and you're just playing the tune he demands." I looked down. She stepped in front of me.

"Stay away from Draco." She spoke harshly. "You never had a chance of lasting." She turned on her heels and walked off swiftly and confidently.

I stood there stunned. I waited another twenty minutes praying that she was wrong, but he never came…

I walked down the hall in disbelief. The slow click of my shoes connecting with the floor filled the silent hallways. I felt pain and disappointment deep in my stomach and heart. A hand reached out and grabbed my upper arm, pulling me into an empty classroom. A hand covered my mouth before my screams could be heard.

"Sh! Vena it is me! It is Draco!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone.

"Draco?" I whispered.

"I'm sorry. Something came up. I tried to get there quickly."

"Something came up… at midnight?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Come on." He spoke avoiding my question.

I followed him regardless to our new meeting spot at the Willow.

"What is going on Draco?" I asked.

He stood with his back to me and stared up at the moon.

"Harry isn't the only Chosen one…"

"What?" I questioned.

"I've been chosen too…" He continued. "I am destined to do horrible things. People will die."

I was beginning to become frightened. I stepped in front of him and looked up at him worriedly.

"What are you talking about…"

He looked down at me. He stroked my cheek gently with his thumb.

"I'm following in my father's footsteps." He spoke.

"What does that even mean? Wh-" I stopped and my eyes widened.

"No…" I whispered and took a couple steps backward.

"You're a…" I couldn't even speak the word.

Tears brimmed my eyes as fear completely overtook me.

Fear and hurt filled his eyes. He showed me a vulnerability that he dare not show anyone else. I swallowed nervously as I took a few steps back toward him. We stood a couple inches apart. I took his left arm in my hand gently. With the other, I flipped it slowly so his forearm was facing up. I felt his eyes on me. I slowly slid up his partial rolled up sleeve.

The Dark Mark. The mark of a Death eater.

I looked up slowly. Our eyes locked.

My expression was the same as his. He was afraid. I knew he was. Tears slid down his face as he turned his head away from me.

"Oh Draco…" I whispered.

"I know…" He whispered. "I know…"

"You didn't have to do this."

"I had no choice!" He exclaimed as he pushed me away.

He walked a couple paces away from me. "Did you think that I could just say, 'Oh sorry Father, I really don't want to do that.' Did I ever have a choice with my father?"

He turned his back to me and remained quiet for a while. I didn't know what to say.

"This is my destiny now Vena." He turned to face me again. His voice was calm. "I wouldn't ask you to stand by me."

I walked toward him slowly. I slid my hand gently into his hand.

"No one can know Vena. No one."

"I wouldn't tell anyone." I promised. I wiped a tear that escaped his eyes. My hand lingered on his cheek.

Draco pulled me into him, kissing my lips with so much intensity I began to feel dizzy. His kiss softened, but he never let me go. My lips moved in sync with his own. I missed his touch. I miss the feelings I got from him.

He rested his head on top of mine as I rested on his chest. "I never wanted to lose you."

I remained silent.

"No one can know, Vena."

He wasn't talking about him being a death eater anymore. He meant us.

"I know." I spoke softly. A single tear escaped my eyes.

"I know…"