We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

93| Confrontation

Y/N POV

I woke up with my head against Draco's exposed chest. I thought we were still arguing, was it all only in my dream? A piece of parchment on the nightstand caught my attention shortly. Took me a second to snatch it and read the whole letter that was written in my beautiful handwriting. It wasn't just a dream. He was really calling me some kind of prostitute last night.

After a lot of thinking, I have decided to call off the engagement.

Bloody hell. Did I really think to cancel it just like that yesterday?

I must've been overwhelmed in rage to think that far and made an immediate decision without taking much consideration. I crumpled the parchment immediately and burnt it before Draco could find it later. Unfortunately, the smouldering fume of the yellowish parchment woke him up in a matter of seconds and the first thing he did was pulling me back to bed.

"Why are you in my bed?" I grumbled.

"Darling, you were asking me to cuddle you in your sleep. I was only granting my princess' wish," he smiled casually as if we didn't have a fight last night, as if he didn't owe me a proper apology.

"Get away from me," I mumbled flatly.

"Y/N, please. I didn't mean anything I said last night. I'm stressed and Parkinson took advantage of it," he explained while finding his PJ pants to put on. Since when had he been like that? I thought he was only shirtless. The bulge in his briefs was quite noticeable. If only he didn't act like a tosser last night, I would love to give him my mouth service right now.

Crap. Focus Y/N. I have to stay mad. Don't let him win this one.

"Stressed? What's it that makes you be in a stressful situation? Honestly Draco, I say you're lying. You have friends, money, that ugly pride and for Merlin's sake, you have me. Which of those that stressed you out? Oh right, it's me!" I let out my driest cackle.

"You aren't stressing me out Y/N. This is something you won't understa–"

"Sure, because I'm just a dumb whore, is that what you're trying to say? Just say it, Y/N Richards, the dumb whore who sells her body to the school wankers. Say it Draco, bloody say it!" I shouted.

He zipped his lips instantly with a look of guilt on his face. I ignored him and instead, went to the wardrobe room to pick my outfit for the day before going to take a shower. I was going to berate that Parkinson bitch later today for brainwashing Draco, ruining my night and morning and frankly, just knowing that she was alive, breathing fresh air freely was enough to get my blood boiled.

"Y/N...you didn't mean it about the engagement, right? I saw you burned the letter," Draco said, getting inside the wardrobe room. I paused for a moment to think.

He knows about the letter. Does it mean I can't hide it anymore?

"You read my letter to your mom?" I questioned, trying to sound as normal as I could ever be in all my history of doing play pretend.

"I didn't. I'm respecting your privacy as I should."

"As you should?" I laughed.

"Then what about trusting your girlfriend over your crazy fan? Just as you should," I said before leaving to the bathroom.

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Draco followed me to find the ugly bitch. He kept asking me what our relationship now was since I didn't respond when he asked me last night. To be frank, I hadn't decided yet, but probably not breaking up since I knew how sucked it was to be dumped. However, he needed to learn a lesson from cursing at me, throwing false accusations and pissing me off. So, let him be wondering for now.