Survive her (d.m.)

eighteen

As they walked into the common room, Draco started to speak.

"I want to go to your dorm," he mumbled. He sounded drunk.

"No," she responded.

"I'm going to your dorm," he commanded. He broke from her grip and walked into her dorm. Viena ran to her dorm where Draco sat on her bed.

"Draco please get out," she pleaded.

"Why?" She sighed. If Draco was back to his normal self, it was the person who only wanted her as a sex doll. "And why don't you talk to me anymore?"

"Draco please go," she begged.

"No. I want answers. Why are you ignoring me?" She took a deep breath.

"You and Astoria were," she started.

"Viena it's been since before me and Astoria." He pointed in his eyebrows. "Do you hate me?" She stayed quiet. If her mouth opened, she would burst into tears. "I can see through your lies you know?"

"Draco please leave," she said with her voice quivering. She sat down on her vanity chair. Draco went over to her and put his hand on her cheek. His fingers were behind her ear except for her thumb that rubbed her cheek.

"You miss me. I know it," Her eyes shook slightly for a quick second. Tears started swelling in her eyes. Draco showed no emotion. "I know how much you care."

"All you want to do is fuck me," she muttered. Her voice shook more. "I can't keep acting like it's fair."

"You think that's all I want?"

"You told me that." A tear fell out of her eye. It hit his thumb.

"Viena," he whispered. She shut her eyes.

"Draco I can't do this." More tears filled her eyes.

"Tell me." She felt safe with him. He was soft around her, not his usual self.

"Any of it." Tears dropped from her eyes. "I can't do it with you not actually liking me. I can't do it with all the girls trying to get you using my name. I can't do it with this fucking mark."

"What?" he whispered. "You don't have a mark. I mean you told me you were a death eater but whenever you come into my room and don't have a shirt your arm is bare." He rolled up her sleeve. It was her normal skin. She opened the drawer on her vanity and took out makeup wipes. She swiped her arm, revealing the mark.

"Draco my father is Voldemort. You expected me not to have one?" He looked at it deeply.

"Why is it so red?" The skin around her mark was red and covered in scratches.

"I-" He wanted to kiss her. Let her know she wasn't alone. But if he did, would it be proving the point all he wants is to kiss/fuck her.

"Viena please don't try and scratch it off. You're going to get hurt." She broke into tears. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. He placed her on her bed and put a blanket over her. He sat down next to her.

"That's the point," she mumbled.

"I would rather die than know you were hurt," he whispered. He laid down next to her and wrapped his arm around her.

"Draco I don't want to be 'friends who fuck'," she said. "I just want to be yours." He sighed.

"You are."