Pathetic Mudblood; Draco Malfoy

-A weird Thought-{Chapter 2}

⚠️ trigger warning, sexual assault ⚠️

Mandy Povs:

I was awakened by the sun shining in a straight line in my eyes. I didn't feel like the lessons at all. I got up with a soft groan and grabbed my clothes. When I was fully dressed I walked to my first lesson Potion class. This lesson was taught by our teacher named Professor Snape. I hated him because he always took me as the bad example behavior. And he always took Malfoy as the good example of behavior but I would say that Malfoy never did anything at the Potions class at all. I walked to class at a slow pace. I took my place completely in the back of the corner in the classroom. The classroom was empty because I came in much early. I had nothing to do and was not hungry at all. I was very warm in my sweater, it was not even winter but I was wearing a sweater anyway. I didn't know a single spell that removed red spots so I just put on something that would clog my neck. I held my books until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I looked back and saw deep gray eyes. Eyes you could drown in. Eyes that scared you and made you happy at the same time. Before I could do anything he put his second hand on my mouth. I looked at his pieces of hair in front of his face. It was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy standing there. He started to squeeze my shoulder harder as I reflexively pushed him away. Who did he think he was? He grabbed my wrist and held it against the table. Did he always have to do this? "Let me go Malfoy" I spatted. "Not until I'm done" He smirked me and squeezed my wrist. He looked into my eyes and I took my gaze away from his and looked away. He raised his hand to my neck where there were still red marks from yesterday. "I like your sweater .." he whispered in my ear. I felt his warm breath. My heart beat faster like I was about to explode. He grabbed my neck and pulled the sweater down from my neck so he could see the red spots. He looked at it as if it were some work of art. He mumbled something but I didn't quite understand what he was saying. I ignored his hand on my neck, which was against the wall. He got me again and this time no one would be able to help me. He put one foot against the wall and the other knee on the other side of my body. I had nowhere to go. He looked at me for a while as if he wanted to study me. He quickly let go of me before anyone entered the classroom. I stood awkward next to the wall where he held me. My eyes scanned the classroom. I got up and took my seat next to my table. The classroom kept getting fuller and fuller. It was very busy in our class everyone was talking. Malfoy and his 2 ugly bodyguards were laughing. Pansy was stroking Malfoy's hair. Blaise was flirting with some Slytherin girl. And no I am not a stalker but if you were in my shoes you would know that I had nothing to do. I stared at people and then picked up my books. Professor Snape came with great steps into the room and clapped the duration behind him, everyone had suddenly become silent. Nobody wanted to anger Snape because if he did, everyone knew he would make the lessons a living hell.  

To be honest, I couldn't concentrate in class. Not today ... I still felt his cold hands on my neck. But that was all an illusion because he was all the way on the other side of our classroom. What to fuck .. No ... Hell no ??! Why am I thinking of him ??? Mandy stop thinking about Malfoy!!! MALFOY HE IS AN PRICK. I kept repeating that in my head. "He is an prick" "He is an prick" "He is an prick" 'he is an prick.." 

"And I love that prick-"

Without noticing I shouted "NO!"

Everyone, literally everyone looked at me. Everyone even Malfoy. Everyone even Snape. Oh what awkward that was. I felt a layer of redness spreading through my face. "Is there a problem Miss brown?" Snape asked. I closed my eyes for a second and answered "N-no .. No professor .." He continued his lesson. But I still couldn't forget the thought, "And I love this prick .." That was the thought that I regret most. I did not love him. And I don't like him. I have never felt any emotions for him. Except hate then. Why the fuck did I think of such a thing ?! He was never kind to me, since the first year he bullied me. He was a deep little child with problems that he could not solve himself and therefore threw it on me. That's why he threw hatred on me. I would love to shout this in his face but I don't have that courage. Probably that's why I wasn't put in Gryffindor. I'd never been brave. "Malfoy" "Malfoy" "Malfoy" "A boy with daddy issues a boy who bullies me. A boy who has no heart. "A boy with no choice" No, the latter was a lie .. He had a choice not to bullying, but no he kept bullying me. He had a choice to be nice. But no he didn't behave nicely. He had a choice but he didn't use his chance .. Was I right if .. I don't know. I had to take Malfoy away from my thoughts.. WHY DO I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT HIM??! There are billion people on this planet to think about, and for some reason I chose him.. I wish I could forget him and never think about him...