❝ You were the nicotine I never knew I needed. ❞
♛
Athea's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her lace bra, the cups fitting her round breasts. They were pressed harshly against the wooden planks of the floor. "Get up." Was all she heard before ab...
Hey guys, I'm back now. Again sorry for the long wait. Enjoyyy. (I decided to add some character POVs not just narrator.)
I'm also gonna update every three days from now on, just so i give u Guys better quality chapters lol.
Do you guys want a song playlist, if so ill make it on YouTube just cause there are more slowed songs there that I can add.
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𝕯 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖔
She's gone.
Back home, I mean. I'm not so much worried for her, but for the future. Her father doesn't invite her back home often, especially not during a school weekend. I wonder how they both manage to pretend that nothing happened before; how does she manage to forget?
Forget the pain.
The hurt.
The betrayal.
It doesn't matter anyways.
It's not my story to tell or think about. Besides, I have to figure out how to replant this weird ass herb for Herbology. Why the fuck do we even need to learn this? I'm not planning on gardening as my main source of profit. I'm a Malfoy, that name may not mean too much anymore; but I will bring back the true meaning of my family.
Father is pathetic.
Anyways, yeah she's gone. Why though is the biggest concern. It better not be some bullshit on my task, I've been visiting that room often after my classes. I barely manage to keep up my school work, which I have a stack of since my father says I have to have an outstanding in every single class. And I mean in every single one. I cant use a timeturner because filthy Granger has it, don't worry Dumbledore I'm not mad at you for favoring the Gryffindors— you'll be dead soon. So, I have to go to all the professors I don't have class with and grab all the assignments.
They can suck my dick, and then swallow my cum.
Quidditch has been a pain, I used to enjoy it but now it's just another chore I need to complete so my father could brag to his rich posh workmates.
Well now he can't at least.
That damn room is getting on my nerves, every time I visit it— it always turns into Athea's bedroom. I have to concentrate on the cabinet for it to change, and I don't have too much will power left for that.
My foolish friend group has been even more annoying. I'm surprised that all of them were the sperms that won, I'm ashamed.
"All I'm saying is that she has a great ass, have you seen all the dresses on her?" I hear Blaise argue, I haven't really been participating in the conversation.
"That doesn't make this ball acceptable, she's basically being sold away to a random man." Daphne replied to Blaise, they were sitting by the study table I was working on in the common room.
