The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 19

Nightmare

DRACO'S POV

"You are a disappointment" "You know what you have to do" "You are a failure"

"Please don't hurt me." "You are weak" "You are worthless"

The harsh words rang through my head as the nightmare faded away. I sat up gasping for air and sweat coated my body. My chest was tight and I couldn't breathe. I could feel myself screaming until my eyes met hers.

JAYNE'S POV

I woke up to the sound of Draco screaming. When I looked at him, I saw something I had never seen before in his eyes. It was terror. He was panting and shaking and his body was covered in sweat. "Draco, Draco!" I yelled trying to get him to snap out of the trace. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to face me. "It's ok, you're safe. It was just a nightmare." I said softly. The second our eyes met he stopped screaming and went cold. He pulled away and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. "Draco," I said quietly, as I went closer to sit next to him. "Are you ok?" I asked and I placed a hand on his shoulder. He shoved it off and stood up. "I'm fine." he snapped standing up. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on and started to get his shoes. "Draco, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" I asked getting off the bed to follow him. He just scoffed at me and pulled his shoes on. He started to walk out but I ran in front of him blocking his path. "Just talk to me. What happened in the nightmare?" I asked, staring into his silver eyes. They flashed with sadness then anger. He pushed me against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat. "If you tell anyone I will fucking kill you, do you understand?" he spat as he glared at me. I nodded and he let go. As I watched him storm out, I felt my eyes water and I sat down on the bed. I got dressed and snuck back to my room. When I went to bed, I didn't sleep. I couldn't. All I could think about was Draco's eyes and how hurt he was. I spent the whole night thinking about it. What was in that nightmare that scared him so badly? That's when I remembered a line from a book I read. People are a product of their environment. After an entire night of thought, I decided to talk to him about it again.

Finally, the alarm clock rose and I was exhausted. After the night I had I drank an entire flask of an energy potion and 3 cups of coffee. I was sitting in the Great hall with Kenz and Cami eating and talking but I wasn't really paying attention. I stared at the doors waiting for Draco to come in but he never did. Breakfast ended and I walked with my friends to potions. They asked me multiple times if everything was ok and I told them it was but in truth it wasn't. The whole walk to potions I was nervous to see Draco, the second I walked in and saw his blonde hair, I stopped.

Cami and Kenz walked in and sat down but I stayed at the back of the class trying to figure out how to approach him. I decided to be cool and just ask to talk to him after class. I walked over and sat down next to him. He ignored me but I wasn't sure what I expected. I tapped him on the shoulder softly and he turned to look at me. His silver eyes were piercing and cold, it sent a shiver down my spine. "Draco, we need to talk after class," I said quietly. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist hard and I winced. "WE don't need to do anything princess, and it's Malfoy to you" he spat as he let go. That's it. I was pissed. I'm sick of this soulless tough guy act. I stood up and my chair screeched back causing a bunch of people to look at me. I grabbed Draco's tie and yanked him to his feet. "Let's go" I snapped and started to pull on him. He stopped me and pulled me close to him. "You don't give the orders here, princess" he said. I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I do now," I said, smirking as I slowly dragged my hand down his chest. He gave me that devilish smile and we walked out. He started walking towards the bathroom but I turned towards the dungeons. "Where are you going?" he asked. "We are skipping class today," I said with a wink. "Are you sure you can handle more after last night?" he asked. I nodded and he laughed as we walked. I knew he thought we were going to fuck but frankly I don't care. If I told him we were going to talk, he wouldn't have come so I had to do what I had to do.

We got to his dorm and the second we walked in he crashed his lips into mine. As amazing as it felt, I pushed him off. "What the hell?" he asked. "That's not why we are here." I said. "What?" he asked. "We need to talk." I said. He rolled his eyes and headed for the door. I stepped in front of it blocking his way. "Move" he said slowly. "No." I said. "Don't test me" he said and his fist clenched. "Tell me what happened last night" I said looking in his eyes. "Nothing" he said. "Tell me what happened in the nightmare," I said. "Leave it alone Jayne. I'm warning you" he yelled and turned around. He was breathing heavily now and his knuckles were white. I knew I was pushing, I knew he was mad but I didn't care. He needed this. He needed to break down for once, and he needed someone to be there for him. "I'm not going to stop asking so just tell me" I said. My voice was now shaky as I was as scared as he was mad. "What happened?" I asked. He started to pace but he stared at the floor. "Tell me what happened to you," I said, my voice now getting louder too. "Shut up" he screamed and grabbed my throat slamming me against the door. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and I could see the tears in his eyes. I pulled on his arm trying to get him to let go but he just stared at me "Draco, please" I said quietly. "God Damn It" he screamed and he lost it. I froze as I watched him screaming, and breaking things and punching the walls. When I saw the blood on his knuckles, it snapped me back to reality and I grabbed him. I wrapped my body around his and pulled us to the floor. I held him in my arms and he cried and shook. He cried about the abuse his father put him and his mother through. The dark reality of being a rich Slytherin Pureblood. His dad being a death eater. He cried about it all for hours and hours as I just held him completely unable to help. I felt helpless there was nothing I could do for him. Eventually, he fell asleep in my arms. I just sat there leaning against the wall with him curled up in my arms. I stroked his hair and I couldn't help but start crying myself because of the things he told me. I cried as I stared at the tears drying on his face. I cried at the scar I could see on the base of his neck. I cried as I looked at the broken glass on the floor. I cried at everything. Everybody thought he was this mean, cold, horrible person. But really, he was just broken and in pain.  And it was in this moment, looking at him sleeping in my arms finally safe and peaceful even for just a moment that I realized something that I knew would scare both of us. I loved him.