Fleur-de-Lis: Draco Malfoy x OC

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TW:  self-harm/suicidal thoughts

some of this chapter may be found triggering to some, so please be warned!

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Draco Malfoy:

My head pounded, and my stomach churned as I rose from my bed. The room spun as I tried to walk forward, causing me to collapse. My head felt light, and my body felt like a pound of bricks as I tried to pull myself up. I had way too many drinks last night. Probably should've gone easier on the Butterbeer.

Looking outside the window of my very spacious prefect dorm, I saw a group of frustrated Ravenclaw boys practicing for quidditch in the rain. Not sure why they bothered, as their team was the worst in the school.  My feet finally felt grounded, and I wasn't on the verge of falling over anymore. 

I smoothed my sweater out with my hands, running my fingertips over the delicate cashmere. I would rather be dead than be caught with wrinkled clothes, no matter how hungover I was. Unlike what I used to do, I just let my hair flop down, messy and fluffy. After I had been told that the gel wasn't it anymore, I stopped, and started to be more of a trend follower. My style has also definitely improved since my earlier years at Hogwarts. Obviously, I had to wear the bland old robes each day for classes, but on days off or after school I stepped it up. Some days, I would wear a suit, or dress up, and some days I would wear luxe loungewear, like I was right now. A white cashmere sweater and black dress pants.

As I attempted to stumble out my dorm, I heard a familiar rap at my door. Clarissa. I knew it was her by the way she knocked, as she used the same one each time. I opened the large door, and there she stood, innocently looking up at me. I wasn't actually that tall myself, at 5'9", but she was fairly short to me, at what I would guess was 5'4" or so. Her large green eyes gazed up at mine, a whirlwind of emotions floating in her pupils. I'm pretty sure she thought I didn't remember anything from the previous night, but I remembered it word for word.

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Flashback:

"Draco, we can't, you're drugged." 

"No, no, I'm fine. I think you're drugged."

"Look, Draco, we could fuck if you weren't drugged. But you are. So the answer is no." She sternly stated.

"Pleeeeeeease, Clarissa. I've wanted to forever. I mean, your lips are just so plump, and your arse is just so big." I whined, staring at her big green eyes. 

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I cringed so hard at what I said, but my heart raced after remembering what she said. She would fuck me. Yes.

She took my hand as we began to walk to the Great Hall, but I declined it. I pushed her tiny hand off of my palm, and she frowned. I felt terrible, but I couldn't have people noticing and thinking we were a thing. She pouted as we walked, side by side, and lost the spark in her eyes.

"So, Draco, do you remember anything from last night?"

"Well, erm- that's what I wanted to tell you."

"Oh? I mean you were on the verge of blacking out, I figured it'd be all a blur."

"That's the thing, whatever potion you gave me mustn't have wiped my memory too well."

As we walked into the Great Hall, I sat with Blaise and a few quidditch mates, including Adrian Pucey, whom I'd talked to last night. Clarissa went and sat with her friends too, Daphne and some other girl I didn't recognize. The second I sat down, the unrecognizable girl sauntered over to me, staring me down and grabbing my shoulder.