"Forever Us" / D.M

Chapter N I N E T E E N

"What do you mean Gia?" I looked back at Draco and noticed he was far beyond confused yet, worried.

"I- what am I doing here?" I asked.

We both looked over my shoulder when we heard the room door open, my father looking back at us almost as in suspense.

"Well? Did it work?" He demanded.

"Did what work?" He narrowed his brows at me and stepped towards me.

"The.. kiss? Are you alright dear?" He tried to place the back of his palm on my forehead but I swatted it away and he stared at me.

"Professor... what's wrong?" I heard the blond whisper to my father.

He responded with silence as he pulled me away and out of Malfoys room.
I asked him repeatedly what was happening but not a word left his mouth.

Dracos POV

After having an awkward dinner with my mother, well, more than usual, I heard my father call me over to his office.

When he calls for me, it's either because he feels like yelling or hitting me, it's almost always both though.

As I entered and shut the door behind me, I saw my father sat in his chair with only the back of his white hair to look at.

"You... called for me father?" I spoke up, trying to make my voice sound stern but ended up coming out sounding like a little bitch.

"What the HELL were you thinking!?" He yelled out without turning to face me.

"I-"

"Did I say you could speak!? Fucks sake. Pathetic as always." He stood up, slowly turning towards me and looking straight into my eyes.

I didn't dare say anything back. I felt like a pussy, too scared to speak up to my own bloody father.

"I expected better from you. I didn't raise you like this; going off killing yourself for a slut like Snape." I clenched my jaw so hard, it hurt.

He seemed to enjoy making me upset. He enjoyed torturing me.

"The apple didn't fall far from the tree, apparently." His eyes quickly widened as he rushed over to stand before me.

"Talking back to me? Hm, impressive."

Without hesitation, he wrapped both his hands around my neck, grasping me tightly.

I grunted and struggled as my own parent strangled me, his fingers digging deep into my skin, prevent the air from going into my lungs.

I tried so hard to pull him off me, but it was no use as he was far stronger than me.
I kicked and punched with all my force, hoping to hit him in a sensitive spot. I did everything possible just to get him off me.

By the second I could feel my body slowly shutting down as my headache grew unbearable and I became weaker.

Then it came to me, my wand!

I relaxed myself and reached into my pocket, pulling out my wand and grasping it tightly.

"Stupefy!" The spell shot out from the wood in my hand and luckily hit him right in the chest.

He flew back and crashed with the wall behind him, falling to the ground and aching in pain as where I rose to my feet, catching my breath by taking deep breaths.

It didn't take long for my father to regain his conscience but it was in enough time for me to regain my strength.

Once he was back on his feet we stared at each other from across the room, our wands in both our hands.