Snatched; Draco Malfoy

twenty seven

I don't know how long I was there for, crying on the wooden floor. It felt like hours. Maybe I had fallen asleep. But it could have been minutes. I wouldn't have known.

I wiped my tears in case anyone came in. I couldn't let anyone know. I didn't want to tell anyone to be honest. There was a knock at my door. "Pops? Are you okay? You haven't been out of your room for like 5 hours!" Blaire asked from the other side of the door.

I sniffled, trying to compose myself. "I was just very tired and needed some sleep. I'll come out in a minute."

"Okay baby. We're all getting ready for the party now. Lucius wants us to go early." I could tell Blaire was rolling her eyes. Normally this would make me laugh. But hearing his name bright back all the memories.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. I didn't look like I had been crying- i just looked a bit peaky. I ran over to the door and swung in open.

Blaire was smiling but it instantly fell when she saw me. "Oh my god, Pops! Are you okay? You look awful. Not in a mean way. You don't look well that's all."

I nodded. "Yeah I don't feel too good. I might stay home from the party tonight. I don't want to spread anything. I think I'll just stay here and, I don't know bake a cake?"

Blaire hugged me and rubbed my back. "Okay hunny. You get some rest. Do you want me to tell the others?"

I thought for a moment. "You can tell Blaise. I want to tell Draco myself if that's okay."

Blaire smiled sympathetically. "Of course." She kissed me on the head. "I love you. Hope you feel better soon!"

She ran down the hall back to her room to get ready, whilst I slumped over to Draco's room. I knocked. Immediately, he opened the door.

"Pops!" he noticed my appearance. "Are you okay? Has something happened?"

I thought about telling him everything. But i couldn't. Who knows what Lucius would do if I told his son. I couldn't. I put on a fake weary smile.

"I just feel a bit sick. Really sick actually. I'm sorry Draco buy I don't think I can go tonight." I told him.

Draco Malfoy pov:

I felt my stomach sink. I needed her to come with me. I- I couldn't let my dream come true. 'Shit' I thought to myself. 'The dream is coming true. My father said she was ill, and here Poppy is, telling me she was sick.'

"I- Erm. Are you sure? Why don't I stay home with you?"
I suggested.

Poppy shook her head. Her eyes were glazed with the ghost of her tears. I wanted to ask her about it but I was too focused on now.

"You go to the party and have fun with Blaise and Blaire. You deserve a bit of fun after the year you've had," Her voice broke slightly at the end.

I took her hand and she tensed. "It won't be fun if you're not there. Please tell me I can stay home!"

But she refused. "No. No go to the party. For me? I'll probably be asleep by the time you get back. I'll see you later, Draco."

Poppy smiled at me and walked slowly back to her room. I shut my door and groaned loudly to myself. This was not good. Frightened of what was to come, I made myself go downstairs to find my father.

He was in the dining room, drinking a tall glass of brandy. He pretended to not notice my presence. I cleared my throat. "Father. I'm sick. I can't go tonight. I promise I will make it up to you. I promise I'll go to the next gathering."

I turned on my heels, desperate to get out of there but I heard the loud bang of a glass being smashed into the table. I froze. Then swivelled back round.