Just Friends ; Draco Malfoy

021

"i hate you"

Today's Christmas Eve, and Draco and I have just arrived at the Young manor. Nothing had changed, as the home is just as expensive and vanilla since the last time we'd been here. "Elizabeth!"

"Coming, mother!" I groaned at the sound of her voice, quickly skipping down the steps so she'd honestly just shut the fuck up.

"What the hell is that?" She cringed at my top, as I'd just recently purchased it. I looked down, trying my best not to frown. I'd liked the knit sweater quite a bit, but my mother's disapproval always had it's way with me.

"It's my new sweater." I tried to grin, but my lips laid flat, refusing to lie.

"It's hideous. Just like those jeans, your hair, your body, and all of your naff little jewelry." I felt a tear slip down my cheek, my mother's evil laugh becoming more and more audible as my tears had become a more consistent stream. "Pathetic little girl," she huffed, as I just looked up at her with hopeful eyes. "You're short too; you dress like a whore. You just want men to look at you? Do you want to be sexualized? You look like a little Britain slag. You know that don't you?" I swallowed harshly, quickly wiping back my tears before she slapped me. My hand instantly flew to the now reddened spot, as I began to cry again. Yet, no tears left my eyes.

"I hate you." Was all I could say, quickly strutting off as tears kept flooding my eyes. My crossed arms went to wipe them away angrily, my hands slamming my door shut as I slid down the wood with sadness. Why was she such a bitch... and why only to me?

"Beth- Darling, what's wrong?" Draco rushed to my side, dropping all of his belongings on the floor, and sitting beside me on the floor. I hadn't even realized he apparted in through the fire. Why couldn't he just use the door like a normal person? "Bethy..?" I sniffled, my throat burning as I'd been screaming at my previously dented wall for what felt like hours.

"It hurts." His eyes faded, as he picked me up and laid me down in his arms. He rubbed my back, as he started to play with my hair.

"What'd you do to your hands love?" He pushed some hair out of my face, as he pulled at my tiny fingers. I gulped, just pointing to my nails. I felt him breath out roughly, the hot air digging into my neck. "It's okay, El... it's okay." He then kissed my cheek, pulling me closer by my hips and just holding onto me like he'd never let go. I didn't want him to let go... "I've got you, always."

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