Daddy issues

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: The Yule Ball (part 3)

TW: SMUT, flashbacks to sexual assault.

*Draco's POV*

What does she think she is doing?! Is she seriously flirting with Pucey in front of my own face?!

Why is she leaning like that?

Why is she laughing so much? His jokes are shit!

What the fuck?! She literally told me she loved me and is now trying to fuck another guy right in front of me!

Great Salazar, this bitch is so contradicting!

*Annabella's POV*

I continued to sit like that, casually flirting every now and then just to make sure he was fully focused on me and not the fact that his date had 'mysteriously' disappeared. His jokes were absolutely shit but I still laughed and reciprocated small smiles in order to keep his attention and make sure the conversation moved swiftly along. Draco, however, was a completely different story. He looked as if he were about to murder me. His face was contorted into a mixture of anger, disgust and hurt.

Merlin's beard! This boy can be so insufferable at times! Does he actually think I'm interested in Pucey? Is he that idiotic?!

Fucking hell, this is going to be a longer night than I thought...

I gave him a suggestive look that told him to stop, which obviously he ignored like the arrogant prick he was. Instead, he arose from his seat and grabbed onto my arm, yanking me up as well.

"My apologies, Pucey, but I need to have a word with Miss Riddle. We won't be a moment." His voice was cold and harsh as he began to drag me along with him as he stormed out of the Great Hall -earning several stares and glares from onlookers.

"Draco! Get off of me! What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same, whore!" He growled right back at me as walked us down a hallway, away from other students. I did the only thing I could think to do in that moment. I slapped him. Hard. Right across the face.

"What was that for?!" He yelled as he clutched his cheek with one hand while his other hand's grip tightened on my arm.

"Just returning the favour." I stated bluntly, coldly, referring to our previous fight a week earlier. He appeared pained at the mention of it. I rolled my eyes at his expression before continuing.
"Let go of me... I won't ask again, Malfoy..." I snarled in his face.

"Back to last names are we?"

"I think you need to remember your place..." He still hadn't let go of me. I decided to use a little trick I had learned from one of Dad's old books. I created a burning sensation deep within my body, sending a prodigious heat all over my limbs. He snatched his hand away as it began to burn and blister from the calefaction.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He was seething with anger, completely shaking.

"I told you to get off of me..." I shrugged it off as if it were nothing, even though I was proud that I managed to do that on my first try.

"God you are such a bitch!"

"But I'm your bitch..." I smiled sweetly at him, trying to provoke him further but it didn't work. It only appeared to turn him on. I saw his pupils dilate causing his already stormy grey eyes to turn darker. He leaned in close to me and pushed me up against the nearest wall, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered lowly.

"That's right darling, your are mine... and mine only..." He then bit gently on my earlobe and began to trail kisses down my neck and jaw. My breathing became heavier as his kisses began to reach my cleavage. I let out a soft moan and he left hickeys for all to see, letting them know who I belonged to.