Daddy issues

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: Dreadful

*Draco's POV*

It had been three days since what had happened in my bathroom. I was still unsure as to what actually happened. She seemed to be having some sort of anxiety attack one minute and then she was full on levitating in the air, like she was literally floating. She seemed calm when she was up above us but she was screaming bloody murder -it didn't match the angelic facial expression she was wearing at all. It was all very confusing.

I had thought about writing a letter home to Father, but I didn't want to talk to that man in any way shape or form. He disgusted me. What he did to her was wrong. Marking her because of some pathetic kink he has. Liking to claim women as his own property. And the fact that he let her choose what flower she wanted as if it were a tattoo, well, it was just vile and utterly messed up. Then, to lie to her and tell her that her father had requested that to happen... WHEN QUITE CLEARLY HE FUCKING DIDN'T! As much as The Dark Lord has his faults he is an extremely caring father and, yes he asked for the encounter to happen, but he wouldn't want her to have scars from it. Yet her beautiful body was all marked up, but I still loved her. Scars or not. She was still my little darling.

I didn't even know how to put it in words to write to my mother instead, so I decided to leave that up to Uncle Sev, he was always better at that anyway.

I stayed sat by her bedside the entire time. I skipped all my classes and meals to make sure that if she woke up I would be the first thing she sees -other than the ceiling of course. I know it sounded narcissistic but I just wanted her to know I was there for her and that she was loved. After what she had admitted last night, about feeling as if no one cared and she was better off... I can't even say it... dead... Well it was safe to say, I would never be leaving her side unless absolutely necessary. Madam Pomfrey had insisted on me leaving and attending my lessons but I just shooed her away each time she urged me to go I hadn't told anyone the full story as it was not mine to tell. If she wanted help she would say, until such time, I would take care of her. She is my responsibility after all. While we are at Hogwarts, I have to keep an eye on her as well as her behaviour.

The house elves had bought food to me after hours, so as I wouldn't completely starve. I made sure to leave a bit aside just incase she woke up. But so far, on the previous nights, nothing. I was starting to get worried that something was wrong. She came crashing down to the floor pretty hard and quickly. Too quick for neither Severus or myself to think about catching her. By the time we had realised what was happening she was already smashed up pretty badly, her body limp and blood all over the cracked tiles. All we could think to do was bring her here.

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I felt movement beside me. I raised my head from where it was resting next to her stomach on the bed, my hands still interlaced with hers. I adjusted my position and sat back in my seat as I watched her eye flutter open. She gave me a smile, but I could tell it was paining her to even move.

"Don't, you should get some rest. Lie back down, Bella." I said to her as I gently placed a hand on her shoulder pushing her back down onto the bed she had started to rise from.

Bella was observing me from the bed and was looking at our entwined hands when she said, "Have you got a date yet?..." it was scarcely above a whisper, but I had heard it. Clearly she didn't want to talk about what had happened that day in the bathroom and I don't blame her. I had decided that I wasn't going to push her to talk about it. There was a silence that hung in the air as I remembered the Yule Ball. I had forgotten all about it and had therefore, forgot to even ask anyone. No one had asked me, I mean why would they? They were all terrified of me, both girls and guys -even some professors were scared. I shook my head to dispose of my thoughts before turning to examine her.

She looked dreadful, but at the same time angelic. Almost all the bruises had healed thanks to Madam Pomfrey and her broken bones were completely fixed over night, though she did still have some cuts on her head that needed to be treated with care.

"Actually, I don't... I was going to ask you but then we had our fight and then this happened... How are you feeling by the way? You look dreadful." I regretted saying the last part as soon as it left my mouth, scared I had made her upset. Instead of tearing up, she broke out into a wide cheeky grin, eyeing me up and down.

"Reckon I look better than you though... You look dreadful." I smiled back at her weak attempt of banter, though I could excuse it, she was in hospital after all. Then I did something that shocked us both. After months of not feeling her sweet taste on my lips, I decided enough was enough. My body betrayed me as I leant down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. I quickly pulled away, realising I had just broken her rules and looked at her with wide eyes.

"I-I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"But I was cut off by her wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me in for another kiss. This time it was a lot more hungry, like we were both finally getting the food we wanted for so long. I smiled against her lips as she pulled back slightly, resting her head back on the pillow.

"So, do you want to take this dreadfulness to the Yule Ball?" She had a smirk on her face that needed to be wiped clean off it... I rolled my eyes and kissed her again.

"If I must..." I whisper laughed into the kiss.

"Mr Malfoy! Let the girl breathe. She has only just awoken, I am guessing, and I'm sure she doesn't appreciate having to share her oxygen supply!" Madam Pomfrey called as she walked towards us both. "Now, shoo! See she is fine, so you can go to lessons. And for Godric's sake, have a wash!" The nurse pointed at the door for me to leave. I was about to protest when I felt Bella's small hand untwine from mine and rub my arm instead.

"Go on, go. I'll be fine... I promise!" She insisted, waving me off as I walked out of the hospital wing.

Fuck, I love her...