𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓸𝓾𝓼

CHAPTER 8

*IM GOING TO DO 3RD PERSON WITH A MIX OF HER POV. OCCASIONALLY DRACO'S
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The room was dark and desolate. Every inch radiating a cold tingy feeling. She closed her eyes waiting for a sign to do something. It was as though adrenaline was coaxing through every inch of her veins. She couldn't believe herself.

Asking Mr.Malfoy to kiss her. She shyed at the thought. It had just come over her, she hadn't known what else to say and as soon as the thought sprung out, it rattled its way out her mouth. She was so surprised he didn't reject her. In a way he did, but it felt almost unbearable with a need she didn't quite get. Like she needed him. So much more than she needed anyone.

She pulled the pillow from her side and yanked it across her face, holding tightly to let out muffled screams.

She was so confused.

What she was considerably feeling for Mr. Malfoy, and with what had happened with Scorpius.

Scorpius had hit her. Pushed her forcefully against a wall, to the point she to had been met with the ground. Was it Mr. Malfoy who had put his son down as well, or maybe an elf. Her brain twisted. She wanted another drink. She looked around once again at the dark room. It was nearly 3x's as large as Scorpius. It had a large bed that could have been mistaken for 2 mushed together, cold tiles, and extremely large window that held a black curtain draped to the sides. It was stunning. But she wanted out.

She pulled the covers to the side, admiring the Egyptian cotton, and stood up. The cold tile making her shiver. A large mirror covering one side of the wall took her off guard, nevertheless she walked up to it examining herself. The jumper was large on her. It was green and in bulky white lettering had a number seven on it. She tried to imagine what he had been like in his Hogwarts years, but it was near impossible. What had he looked like? How did he act?

Why was she thinking about this?

She groaned in a small reply to herself. What the hell was she doing with her life? She turned away from the mirror finding the door, surprised to be met with a pair of icy eyes. Different from when he had brought his lips to her neck, and gently kissed her.

"It's not good to linger." He said abruptly.

Feeling her confidence stand strong due to the alcohol she spoke,

"It's not lingering if it had just happened."

"Mhm, your still tipsy."

"Of course I am, It was just a minute ago we were in your office drinking." She said stepping closer to him, "-and talking and k-"

"Ms. Potter remember who your talking to."

"Oh you mean a whore."

Draco took a deep breath. Such a short temper and mindlessly wandered to himself.

"Ms. Potter-"

"I said it was Athena." She said closing her eyes darting them to the ground as they re-opened.

"That would be entirely informal. Ms. Potter, you need to leave the Manor."

"What?" She said stepping closer to where they had an even 8 foot difference. "-There's no reason to. You know that. Just because me and Scorpius had a disagreement doesn't mean we can end our decision. So, I should probably go and apo-"

"It wasn't a disagreement Ms. Potter, he hit you. You will not be staying here for the night, and you will absoulty not apologize to him. You may come back after I have sorted things out and had a talk with him. Is that understood?"