crave

thirty-three

my hand shakes as i sit on the couch in the common room. draco and i have to leave soon to go to dinner with me parents. my leg is bouncing up and down as i stare at the fire. im nervous to see what is going to happen, if anything will happen at all. what am i saying? of course something is going to fucking happen. "are you alright, liz" astoria asks as she looks at me and i shake my head "me and draco have dinner with my parents" i say and she looks at me. "oh" she says, understanding my nerves, and i nod.

"are you ready, elizabeth" draco asks as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and i nod as i stand up. he look at me and lets out a breath "really trying to convince me not to go, aren't you" he says and i laugh. "come on" he says grabbing my hand and i take a deep breath as we start walking out of the common room. "calm down, elizabeth. everything is going to be alright" he says and i sigh "you can't promise that." "no but you just have to trust me" he says and i sigh.

we make it to my house and draco knocks on the door. "draco, i think we should leave" i say looking at him and he shakes his head "no, elizabeth. it's going to be fine" he says and he plants a soft kiss on my lips. i let out a breath and turn as the door swings open. "elizabeth, welcome home" my mother smiles and she leans in for a hug. i let go of draco's hand, wrapping my arms around her. "and of course, draco" she says and he nods sticking his hand out "lovely to see see you again, mrs. alure" he says politely and i almost want to throw up. "please, come in. dinner is ready. your father is waiting" she says turning to me and i can feel my heartbeat rising.

we both step in and my mother shuts the door behind us. its almost like those horror movies where the main character gets trapped in the psychotic killers prison, except in this scenario the psychotic killer is my father and the prison is my home. we walk into the kitchen and my father stares at us from the head of the table. my mother sits beside him and me and draco sit across from her, draco sitting beside my father. "draco, you can sit at the other head of the table" my father nods and draco looks at me. he stands up and walks to the seat across from my father and sits down. "now, will someone please tell me why i had to find out from the Nott boy that you two were together? i mean i had figured it out when everyday my sweet elizaebeth here, wore young draco's shirt. but still" my father starts and i sigh. "we wanted to ke-" draco starts but i cut him off "we weren't together yet. simply, talking" i say and my father looks at me.

"draco, are you going to let her interuppt you like that" my father glares and me and draco shrugs "no big deal, really." "ah draco, i would have assumed that your father had tought you that you must expect respect from woman. and that if respect is not given there are consequences" my father says still glaring at me. this is what he is doing. he's not going to hurt me. he's going to make draco hurt me. "for example, my dear wife over here made her plate before offering me food" my father says and his hand smacks across my mothers face. i gasp but quickly shut my mouth. my mother looks at me, a red print growing on her face. "im sorry" she whispers and my father nods. "now draco" my father says and draco looks at him "im not going to hit her, are you mad" he asks and my father scoffs "so be it, i will" he says "stop. fine, ill do it" draco stops him and i look at him. i shake my head but he just ignores me.

draco stands up and walks over to me, "elizabeth, turn to draco" my father orders and i turn my chair. i look up at draco, pure anger on my face. how could he let my father control him? after his whole thing on showing him we don't have to listen. draco looks down at me, his jaw clenched, and i shake my head. "draco, ple-" im cut off when his hand hits my face. his cold rings make it hurt more than it should have. tears fill my eyes as i look up at his blank face, it shows no emotion, no regret. "good job, draco" my father praises and he sits back down. a tear slowly rolls down my cheek as i turn my chair back to the table. i try to keep my face as blank as possible but the burning sensation from draco's hand stays. fuck him.

*dracos pov*
"so be it, i will" elizabeths father says but i stop him. i cant let him hurt her again. does that mean im supposed to? nothing good comes out of it either way. i stand up and walk over to her seat "elizabeth, turn to draco" her father orders and she turns her chair to me. she looks up at me with pure hatred, like ive just stabbed her in the back repeatedly. i try to ignore her eyes that beg me not to do it. "draco, ple-" i raise my hand and it smacks against her cheek, knowing if i let her speak i would have backed out. instant regret fills my body as i realize im doing what i promised myself i would never do. im acting like my father. i can see the tears in her eyes as she looks up at me and i just want to tell her how sorry i am. i want to hold her, i want to get her out of this house. but i cant. "good job, draco" her father praises and i walk back to my seat. i can see a single tear roll down her cheek as she turns her chari back to the table. i can see the red mark on her face that i've left. just another bruise that she has to cover. "maybe now elizabeth will treat you with respect" her father says, fuck that. i don't deserve her respect.