We Didn't Have a Choice

12 - Pressure

Hi Guys! I just wanted to say there is a mention of suicide in this chapter, so only read if you feel comfortable. Any ways, I just felt I should put that out there. I hope you enjoy!

I rounded a corner as I was leaving the Room of Requirement, and I slammed right into a hard chest.

"Watch it you cretan!" I spat as I brushed myself off.

"What're you even doing back here?" the person asked.

I looked up to see Harry Potter. I haven't talked to him yet, and I really don't plan to either.

"I could ask you the same."

His gaze wandered down my body in a sickening way. Not like he was checking me out, but like he was judging me. His eyes landed upon my left arm. Which I subconsciously pulled my sleeve over.

"What's wrong with your arm?" he questioned. I could tell he was suspicious of me.

"Well if you must know, I tripped and cut it," I lied.

He only rolled his eyes and walked off. "I don't recommend hanging around Malfoy by the way. He only wants you for your body," he called out as he was leaving.

"And you know this, how?"

He turned around once again. "Because it's what he does. He finds a girl that will give him easy access, and he fucks her until a better one comes along."

I was slightly offended by his comment. Draco and I had not done much, and if anything, he wanted me. "Me? Easy access, yeah right."

He chuckled. "Well you stare at him a lot. I always see you two sneaking around...not to mention he left Astoria for you."

"Draco and I hate each other. We would never do anything together," I said, my tone raising because Harry was really getting on my nerves.

He smirked. "Good to know."

Harry walked off before I could respond, but what he said last left me in confusion. "Good to know." He couldn't possibly be attracted to me, right?

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Draco and I walked quietly through the halls the next night. We were heading to the cabinet, but I was fearful. I had originally thought fixing the cabinet would be easy, but we'd made little progress. Not to mention we were to be married off in less than a week, so I was stressing about that too.

A loud meow came from behind us. We turned to see Mrs. Norris.

"Shoo you rat!" Draco spat.

"And where do ye two think ye goin'?" Filch's voice called out.

He hobbled over to us, and Draco and I backed away instinctively because of the stench this man gave off.

"We were just heading to Slughorn's party," Draco responded, his face not showing any emotion.

"That's on the other side of the castle. Why would ye be all the way back 'ere?"

I crossed my arms, but Draco grabbed my shoulder. He began to lead me away, but Filch grabbed onto our shoulders and dragged us away.

"Let me go!" I cried as I tried to squirm out of his grasp.

"You filthy squib!" Draco spat.

He pulled us into the room in which the party was being held. Everyone turned to look at us because of the commotion we had caused.

"I found these two wondering the corridors. The boy claims to be invited to ye party," Filch explained to Slughorn.

"Okay, okay! We were gatecrashing! Happy?" Draco sneered.