𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓸𝓾𝓼

CHAPTER 7

* I KNOW THIS MAY BE CONFUSING BUT STICK WITH ME. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER I WOULD RATHER 1st PERSON OR 3rd. LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS HERE WHAT YOU PREFER.
(This chapter will be wrote in 1st)

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*MATURE SCENES AHEAD*

I woke up with a blasting headache. The room was chilled, with a dark era surrounded my body. It was pitch black except for the small lamp encased on a desk.
My head ached as I looked around for any idea of where I was at. I looked down at my body which was positioned on a older looking chair.

Strangely familiar.

As my eyes warmed up to the darkness I could make out small details of shadows. The room was square, with tall ceilings. On one side there was a bookshelf encased in the wall, with a black desk and chair in front. In front of me, there was a door, assuming to be the exit. Across from the bookshelf wall, there was a green one with golden paintings. The floor was stone. A dark grey stone.

Mr. Malfoy's study.

The study I had only seen once.

The study I had seen him fiddling with his nightly endeavor. In the exact chair as this.

I tried to sit up, but not going anywhere I looked to my right. A small desk sat beside me, with a bottle of old rum.

It could numb the pain.

Just a bit.

I grabbed it pulling the cork off the top. There were no cups around so I gladly lifted the porcelain glass to my lips, engulfing the sheer burning taste.

I swallowed roughly, trying to get the taste off my tongue. When I realized it wasn't leaving I took another sip. It led to another. Which led to another.

When finally, my thoughts began blurring as the pain in my head dozed off. I sighed in utter relief.

Now, let's get the fuck out of here.

I pulled myself up the from the chair wincing at the pain on my shoulders. I stood straight just before the entirety of dizziness took over. With a plop, I landed in the chair once again.

I sighed throwing my head back.

Such bullshit.

The door emitted a slow creak. I let out a small giggle as I remembered the creak of the door. When pushed open halfway I could make out the figure in black, a dark robe stationed behind him.

Mr.Malfoy.

"I-I errrmm... hey." I said blatantly.

He walked closer to me until he snapped his fingers. Dim lights scattered the tall ceiling. The lights were in the shape of champagne glasses, with a brown tint to them. Some taller and some shorter creating a beautiful gradient.

I could fully see him. He was in his work attire.
Hadn't he already attended work? Hadn't he already had dinner?

"Ahh Ms.Potter your awake."

I hated being referred to as a Potter. Such a title with no dignity. My words caught in my throat before mumbling,

"Athena."

He stepped closer to me accioing a chair. It was black, with a small cusion and backrest.

"What was that Ms. Potter."

"My names Athena." I said staring him in the eyes.

"I know. Your the daughter of my rival. This marriage will do absolutely nothing with how I feel about him."