Accidentally Loving Malfoy

Chapter 6

A/N: AHHH Please don't hate me for this chapter guys it had to happen. but don't you worry i have a lot of special surprises planned.
Love you all and i'm trying to be more active.
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   It's been a few weeks since Draco and I's annual kitchen raid and the funny, happy Draco from that day is no longer.
    Draco's started skipping classes and meals more often than not. Even when he does show up to a meal, he doesn't really eat much.
    Blaise and Pansy don't seem to notice this, though but I'm genuinely starting to worry about how his bloody Death Eater task is affecting his mental health.
    Even things for me have been hard. School normally is super easy for me. I've always been one of the top students but this years been a bit different and I'm struggling to keep up with school work.
    Today is one of the days Draco actually decides to go to a meal. It's dinner time and Pansy, Blaise and I are getting ready to head down to the Great Hall when Draco comes out of the boys' dorm halls and asks, "Mind if I join?"
    We all turn to him and Blaise says, "Not at all, man."
    I'm a little more blunt with how I feel about this. "It's about time you came to a meal."
    "What's that supposed to mean?" Draco snaps, defensively.
    I sigh, knowing I can't tell him what I'm actually thinking in front of the others. What I want to say is that he's got to stop skipping meals so that he'll actually have the bloody energy to complete his task, but what I say is, "Whatever, Malfoy. Let's just go."
    I don't mean to snap back, I don't mean to be upset at all but my concern is causing me to have a bit of a short temper, not that I didn't already have one.
    When the four of us enter the Great Hall, I see Granger look over at us from the Gryffindor table. She's looking at us strange and it's annoying the shit out of me.
    "Take a picture, it lasts longer, Mudblood!" I spit out as we walk past her. Draco, Pansy and Blaise snigger at my comment and Granger just glares at me and turns back to face her friends.
    "Piss off, Sales," I hear one of them shout and I just raise my middle finger in the air, not turning back to catch their reactions.
    Personally, I couldn't care less what they thought of me. Normally, I wouldn't be so mean but today, I just wasn't having it.
    When we reach our normal spot at the Slytherin table, I sit next to Draco and Pansy and Blaise sit across from us. I glance at the table to see what's being served tonight and find that there is tomato bisque and grilled cheeses.
    "You've been awfully pissy tonight, Rowan," Blaise states as he takes a bite of his grilled cheese.
    I roll my eyes at him and dip my grilled cheese into my tomato soup and take a bite, chewing and swallowing before answering. "It's not my fault that bitch was staring at me," I snap.
    "Why are those Gryffindors still staring at us?" Pansy growls.
    Hearing this, I spin around real fast and glare at them. I wouldn't be surprised if there was smoke coming out of my ears from how pissed off I am.
    I practially shout, "Would you all fuck off?"
    All the Gryffindors snigger and I hear one of them call out, "What? Is it that time of month, Sales?"
    That's it. I'm done.
    The part of me that controls how I react to things, the self-restraint, it's like a rubber band snapping. I'm leaping to my feet to retaliate when I hear Pansy quickly say, "Draco, grab her!" and  feel Draco's arm snag around my waist, pulling me back.
    I could hear the Gryffindors laughing harder as Draco, Pansy and Blaise all got up and leads me out of the Great Hall before I could react. Draco releases my waist but takes a firm hold on my wrist. When I try to pull away, he just tightens his grip and mutters, "Nope."
    Planting my feet, I stop and attempt to yank my arm free, huffing, "Oh my god, Draco, let go!"
    Draco whips around and leans down close to my face, our eyes locking, growling, "No, Rowan, because I know exactly what you're going to do if I let go."
    "And what's that?" I snap, raising my eyebrows.
"You're going to go back in there and hurt that Gryffindoor," he states.
I mean, he isn't wrong, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
"What does it matter if I do?" I ask in a clipped tone. 
    Draco huffs and shakes his head, snapping back, "Don't you think we have enough to deal with, already?"
    I can feel Pansy and Blaise just watching us argue fron a safe distance. They know us well enough to know that we don't argue, but when we do, it's not pretty.
    I give a sharp yank backwards and tear my wrist out of Draco's grip.
    "You can't be serious," I shout, starting to really lose my cool. "You know what, Draco? Not everythings about you!"
    "You know what, Rowan?" Draco sneers, mimicking my tone. "You don't have to be such a bitch, sometimes! No wonder your mother hates you."
    I can hear Blaise suck in a breath at that. Draco's never said anything about my mother in a heated conversation, no matter how mad he's been. 
    Realizing what he just said, Draco reaches towards me, saying, "Rowan, I didn't mean that-" I can practically feel the flood of guilt washing over him, but I couldn't care less.
    I cut him off, raising my hand.
    "Really, Draco?" I spit out, seething. Draco tries to say something, but I talk over him. "No. Save it. Just leave me the fuck alone."
    The looks on Pansy and Blaise faces' is complete shock. I couldn't care less.
    I spin around on my heel and walk away from them, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I can hear Draco call after me, but I don't stop. He's never hurt me like this before and I don't know what to do, all I know is that I don't want to be near any of them right now. I don't want to be around anyone right now.
    I'm trying so hard to believe that he didn't mean that, it was just something he said to get back at me, but words said out of anger are similar to words said when drunk; their just the truth your too scared to tell.