Sinner | Draco Malfoy

1. Sinner

Hogwarts always shared their good stories, their great learning, their wonderful professors, the students that always stood so high and mighty, but no one knew the true feelings of their students.

no one knows what they've dealt with, no one knows the pain they feel, no one knows the true and utter misunderstanding they feel. no one, except for the students of course.

the lot of you were all in the common room, it was past the bed time hogwarts wanted you all to have, of course no one ever listened. some people were on couches, some laying on the floor, some even standing. it didn't matter at this point.

the lot of you were too utterly high at this point to even remember anyone's name. "Pass it." The stern voice spoke, and anyone who wasn't you would've shudder, Pansy Parkinson passed the flowered cannabis wrapped in paper over to him, he took the joint, raising it to his lips, the smoke inhaled his lungs, he was used to the burning feeling that captured his throat, he threw his head back onto the couch and the smoke released from his lips.

you couldn't help but stare, you didn't know much about him, nor wanted to. but you couldn't deny that he was the most attractive in Hogwarts, draco passed on the joint to Blaise zabini, who repeated the same actions as Draco, but he coughed up from the smoke, and you couldn't help but laugh at him, and he glared at you. "Something funny, Y/l/n?" he sneered.

which only made you burst into more fits of laughter, you were laying down on the carpeted floors, next to the fireplace holding your stomach. "Zabini  you've done this countless of times, and you still can't seem to get used to it." your laughter in the room made everyone else start to laugh, "she's right, zabini." Draco couldn't control his own laughter.

Blaise' face felt hot as everyone continued to bicker. "Oh piss off, the whole lot of you." He spat, passing over the marijuana cannabis to me, "go on then, y/l/n, your turn." He smirked at you, which you stood up accepting his challenge, placing the joint in between your lips, inhaling the joint allowing the smoke to stay in your lungs for a few seconds, before exhaling.

you've done this countless of times, it never effected you, if anything. you longed for something stronger, but everyone at hogwarts only knew of muggle weed, thanks to Fred and George of course, the only time the lot of you would go to a Gryffindor. "Now zabini, I accepted your challenge, now you owe me one."

a teasing smirk appeared on your lips, darting your tongue out to wet your bottom lip, you've always teased Blaise zabini but never actually did anything with him. You couldn't, you've known him for too long. "What can I do for you, darling?" Blaise teased back, which only made you laugh and him as well.

"go to your dorm room with all mush, y/l/n and zabini." He spat, clearly unamused by the two of you, "are you my boss, malfoy?" You darted your attention to him in front of you, and he cocked his head to look at you, waiting for his turn to smoke.

"Did I say I was?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and you returned the motion of the eyebrows, mocking him. "Did I say I was?" You mocked the boy, and he glared at you. "You're an annoying brat, do you know that?" He spat, and you nodded your head. "Of course I know that, malfoy." You smiled at him, getting up from your position on the floor. "I'll see you lot in the morning!" You cheered, escaping the lot of everyone and going to your dormitory.

you laid in bed, you weren't high enough. you needed something stronger, you needed a different high. something that fueled you until the next morning, you didn't get where you wished to be. you sighed in response to yourself, your dorm mate was still downstairs with everyone, so you had the whole room to yourself. all alone with your thoughts.

you were on a mission, and you were going to find something stronger, something that satisfied you even more. because you couldn't handle the feeling anymore, being high used to be your escape way, it used to be your happy little city you would escape to, it would give you the happiest smile you've ever had, but now that you are used to the effect, it damn well did nothing for you. You missed your happy city.

and you wouldn't stop at nothing for you to get your happy city back. you deserved that city, you've been through so much hell and rubbish and back, your new mission was to find your high, your strength you needed to get through this miserable life you suffered. and to not think of the future that awaits you.