dark paradise // d.m.

- first-name terms -

trigger warning: explicit language, slurs

also, I changed a little something- i won't cast draco as tom felton, but as otto seppalainen; in fact, I published the changes in my first chapter "disclaimers and cast"

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What an infuriating day. Was it really necessary for me to have classes with Malfoy? Every single one of them?! Feeling his glare set upon me all the damn time has been exhausting and the day is not even over, yet.

I walk alone to my last period, trying to go as fast as possible- I needed to go to the toilet but obviously there was a lifelong line and now I'm risking a delay. And being late with Professor McGonagall is never a good idea.

I start going faster, as the corridors begin to empty. I'm certainly late. I sigh in deep annoyance- I hate being late, it's fucking disrespectful.

I take a deep breath of relief, as I get closer to the classroom, but suddenly a cold grip tightens around my arm, pulling me into a small corridor.

I let out a muffled scream, trying to free my arm, but I freeze and shut up as soon as I see Malfoy right in front of me, backing me into a wall.

"Well, you're done making noise" he says, looking down on me, "You're starting to understand."

"What the hell do you want from me, Malfoy?" I sneer, trying to push him away, while my heart restlessly pounds in my chest, "We have class, can't your stupid games wait?"

Although I pushed him, he didn't move an inch- I didn't realize he was actually strong. I mean, he used to be in the Quidditch team, but he always looks like he hasn't slept in ages, how would I have ever known?

"No, they can't" he coldly says, getting even closer as I back myself further into the wall, "Did you think you could get away with that little stunt you pulled on me before?"

I hold my breath to try and make it look steady and I stare into his eyes. What does he want from me?

"What, can't you accept the fact that you lost the duel against me, Malfoy?" I tease him, trying to look relaxed and holding my wand tight, ready to use it, "I thought you would have learned to lose, by now."

I see his eyes fill with rage as he storms towards me and tightens one of his hands around my neck: "Try and say that again" he threatens, pushing his body against mine and breathing against my face, "See what happens."

"Let go of me!" I snarl, as I worthlessly try to free myself from his hold, only pushing myself further against his chest and legs, "Fuck off, Draco, let me go!"

He grabs my face, gazing into my eyes with a perplexed look- that's exactly how he looked at me when I took off my robe before the duel.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Freya?" he growls, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head, "What is it, are we in first-name terms now?"

"It's not like you're doing anything different," I sardonically say- and, in the meantime, I realize I stopped fighting him. What the hell is happening to me? I have to get back to my senses.

"Did you decide to keep the bruise as a little souvenir?" I provoke him, narrowing my eyes, "If you missed my punches, you could've just said that."

"I kept it to remind myself how much I hate you," he slowly says, clenching his jaw.

"As if you need a reminder," I cynically say, biting my lower lip and looking away.

His hand suddenly becomes soft and, while he pulls it away, it almost feels as if he's caressing my cheek. Nevertheless, he still hasn't moved from his position and stands still, pressed against my body. I look up, into his eyes, as my lips slightly part in daze.