Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Fifty-One: Derealisation

⚠️[TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT]

A/N: ^ This chapter is horrible in sooooo many ways, and your gonna be like "E.J wtf is going on?" but worry not, there's some nicer chapters coming up soon :) But the scenes which are to follow were sadly nessacary for the sake of the plot and for other reasons which will later be revealed. . .

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"It'll be fine,"

Those were the first words I managed to stumble out with. Yet I could taste the doubt on my tongue -- sharp and metallic. Could feel the horrid tension in the office thicken. And I could sense a scoff coming from Draco aswell, so I quickly rushed on.

"I mean, you can just apparate me back to Hogwarts, right? Then tell everyone I couldn't make it -- that something came up. Or -- or that I was sick?" I was nodding, searching his fractured expression with wild eyes.

"We can't," Helplessness made his features sink further. He turned away. Made a start towards the window. With a sudden, swift yank the grey blinds rattled open. "Look, see?! It's too late."

I rushed over to the window and peered out at the driveway of the manor. It was empty. Desolate. But I knew straight away what he was reffering to: the sky was now a nightmarish swirl of stormclouds.

Freakishly bleak weather had sprung up out of nowhere -- destructive and threatening. Viscious winds battered the window pane, and the world outside of the gates was nothing but a whitish, greyish blur, like we were in a snowglobe that'd been violently shaken.

Draco spoke icily over my shoulder, "They're already here."

A streak of electric blue lightning suddenly sliced a line through the sky.

The clash of thunder which followed a second later rattled the entire manor, and shook me to my core. Through the snowdrift -- through the chaos, I watched the daunting metal gates creak open. They inched slowly, teasingly. My mouth went dry, my heart sped up and I thought to myself, quite plainly: We're doomed. I'm doomed.

"Well," I spoke shakily, "Your family certainly know how to make quite the entrance. . ."

His shadow was no longer lingering over me.

"Draco?" I looked to my left and was met with empty space. Turning on my heel, I found him standing behind the desk, rummaging through its drawer. Frantic.

"I can't fucking do this--" He muttered, visible tremours running through his hands. "Where is it? Where the fuck-- oh thank fuck. It's here."

He'd pulled out a small bag filled to the brim with cocain.

"Draco!" I exclaimed, marching over to where he was busy clearing the desk surface of its contents. The bird sculpute and the green apple went crashing to the floor.

"Don't! Getting fucked up right now is only going make things worse! Your just hurting yourself, at this point. Stop!" I tugged at his elbow -- he sharply tugged it free, ignoring me as he poured the powder out onto the desk, and began sliding it into a messy line with his muggle credit-card. "Are you serious right now?!" I pleaded. "Is this a joke?"

He paused to send me a scalding glare from under his lashes. Within moments, his entire appearance had become roughened and dishevelled: shirt rumpled, body trembling, face white as a sheet, and with strands of platinum sticking up at odd angles.

"Right, I'm just joking, aren't I? Yeah, you got me, this is -- this all just a joke. A great, big fucking comedy sketch, hey Vi?" His laugh came out scornfull and slightly manic, and then it abruptly cut off as he gestured an arm out towards the window, leaning his other hand on the desk.