𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆|Draco Malfoy

Pure Wicked Hatred

Silence fell upon us like a blanket and to break out of it I inquired, "What did you mean when you said that your suspicions were correct."

"Don't act innocent I can see right through your act," He paused an eyebrow raised and then he continued" Late night 'study session' with Dean Thomas, without any books. Doesn't seem like a study session. You just wanted a quick make-out."

"What-no. Of course not, why would you even think that" I boomed.
"Anger bubbled in my stomach, my chest heaving and nostrils flaring.

" I just can't believe you're that desperate for Dean Thomas. Merlin's Beard, It's Dean Thomas," he snarled.

"You don't know Dean Thomas and you do not know me so do not act like you do!" I ranted. Stumbling backwards, my finger pointing at him in an accusing manner.

He just stared at me, his head tilted like he found this amusing. He opened his mouth to chuckle but before he could I blurted"Dean Thomas is a better man than you'll ever be, you're just a sadistic asshole."
His eyes darkened and he grabbed ahold of my wrist his fingers digging into my skin, bruising it. His breath became rapid and unsteady.
My confidence wavered as he towered over me. Fear washed over me.
"Oh I know you very well, You're a little Gryffindor girl who's all alone no matter how many friends you have, you'll always be alone especially after daddy died, oh how tragic! Would daddy be happy knowing you're sneaking around with Dean Thomas?" He barked. His eyes glinted with malice.
Blood pounded in my ears and my throat felt dry.
I tried yanking my hand from his fingers but he just tightened his grip, his nails now drawing blood.
"I.Know.You.Very.Well.Marabel Rose" with each word he took a step towards me.
We were so close I could hear his heartbeat and I had to tilt my head up to hold eye contact with him.

And then the doors opened and Snape shuffled in.
"Everything ok?" He asked but it was clearly an instruction.

Draco pushed me backwards and stormed out.

"We did the task" I mumbled to Snape before going up to my dorm.

Every ounce of respect I've had for that bloody boy had been replaced by hatred pure wicked hatred.
I gritted my teeth recalling the way he put my father's name in the dirt.

When I entered my dormitory, I went straight to the bathroom and healed my arm. It wasn't very bad but the nail marks were obvious and there was blood pooled around the wound.
I didn't hate him for the wounds he had given but for what he had said.
The wounds were just imprints made to remind me how easily he could make me feel like a weak toy.