HIDDEN (D.M)

N I G H T

WARNING!/ mentions of blood and knifes

I abruptly wake up from my sleep to hear loud banging outside my door, I rub my eyes trying to wake myself up and make my way towards the door.

"Jesus! Alright I heard you, I'm coming."

I open the door to see Malfoy standing outside with his arms stretched out touching either side of the wall.

"What the fuck do yo-"

I quickly get cut off by his sudden movements. He puts one of his hands around my throat and walks in the room making my back hit the cold stone wall.

"You let a gryffindor into Slytherin house?" He clenched his jaw, his voice filled with disgust. His fingers pressing against my skin hard making it difficult for me to breath.

"tu ne peux plus parler?" (can't you talk anymore?) he whispered in my ear.

He knows French?

I stared at him in shock, I thought nobody here knew French, well enough to properly have a conversation.

He took notice of my astoundment and let go of my throat. I coughed from the air, finally filling my lungs, soothing my neck from his harsh grip.

"Yeahh I can speak French too, so now answer me." He sternly said, "why did you let that gryffindor into Slytherin house."

I scoffed, "I don't have to answer you."

"and I certainly don't have to explain myself to you." My voice started to fill with anger.

"Answer me. Now."

"Get the hell out of my room. Before I make you." I threaten.

"I'd like to see you try," he says, giving a low chuckle.

I stretched my hand in mid air hoping it would work.

"Accio dagger!" I shouted.

The red dagger gets out from under my pillow and flies towards me making it safely into my hand. I stared at the dagger in my hand amazed that it actually worked.

I didn't have my wand and it worked.

I looked up to see his eyes filled with curiosity, but quickly dismissed whatever thought went through his head so I wouldn't notice.

But I did.

I slowly start walking up to him pointing the dagger towards him, looking threatening enough in hopes he would leave. He smirks by my action and starts walking towards me instead.

"You think a mudblood can scare me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

I let my anger and my tiredness consume me and I lunge towards him. He sees my sudden movement and puts a hand out to protect his face.

I aggressively cut the palm of his hand in hopes he would need stitches. Blood starts to leave his skin and starts to cover his hand, so much starts coming out it starts dripping towards the floor.

"An eye for an eye" I say, feeling proud of what I just did. He stares at his hand admiring the blood on his palm and the blood that's dripping to the floor, almost like he likes what he sees.

He puts his blood covered hand around my cheek grabbing my chin with his thumb. He lifts my chin up so I can look directly into his eyes.

He has no colour, his eyes are as dark as the night and he looks at me with no feeling. No emotions. Almost like he's just a piece of skin and his soul is somewhere else.