Twisted ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter #9

- Draco's POV -

Quiet, it was all quiet. Hogwarts mattresses were never comfortable. It's why father bought me my own every year. Y/n, she looked nowhere near peaceful. Her resting face was angry, beautiful, but angry. I moved my two fingers to either corners of her mouth, and turned them up into that smile. The same one I'd stared at since I was younger. That smile is what drew me in, I released my fingers, until her smile turned into a frown, then she made me angry and I'd yell at her. After everything, her mum, Romeo, and more terrible things she'd been through that not even I knew about. It angered me, that I didn't know who hurt her. I wanted to know. She didn't deserve any of it.

"Hm." She moved her head upward in her sleep. Her groan took my mind places, I tried shaking them out but, yet again, I had to leave. I stood and dressed myself, gathering her clothes and folding them neatly onto her nightstand. She wasn't a messy person, mess bothered her. I got on my knees and placed my elbows on the edge of her bed. Moving a couple pieces of hair from her eye lashes, I cupped her face. Pulling the blanket back over her shoulder.

"Oh." I stood and sighed and turned my expression angry. If anyone saw me coming from her room, they didn't need to see a smile. I went over to her mirror and reached down below it. A bit of perfume, left in a bottle, was tipped on its side. I grabbed it and put it into my pocket. Fixing my hair in her mirror I turned back to her, I was curious. My lip trembled... I knew what I was going to find, but I wasn't sure. I had to be sure. I lifted her sleeve, just slightly, but heard a bit of rustling from her and backed away.

- Y/n's POV -

I opened my eyes, the light shining through the drapes catching my left eye. I quickly shut them again leaning onto my back. Rubbing my eyes, I opened them and there he was. There was the boy.

"Morning." He said quietly, pretending to look for something in his robes. His expression was blank. Not angry, not sad, not spiteful, just blank.

"Morning." My facial control slipped from me and I smiled a bit, I gained control and I gave him a dirty look. "You were leaving me again."

"What?"

"Like in the hospital, you clean up, and you leave."

"Well- What do you want me to do? Wake up next to you, tell you how pretty you are. And then what?" There he was, there was the angry, spiteful, and rude, Draco Malfoy.

"You think I'm pretty." I smirked up to him and fixed my pillows so I could lay straight up on them.

"Obviously! Or I wouldn't be here y/l/n. You do know that's why I'm here? Don't you?" He scoffed. My smirk faded.

"Of course." I didn't. I did, but I didn't want to. I wanted to believe we were more than just sex.

"Alright." He turned around and walked out. That was it? How much colder could he have been, I fell for a cold boy. What an idiot.

"What?" I mumbled, my sleeve was pulled up, my sleeve on the arm. I remembered what I possibly heard last night. Did he? Did he see them? And if he did, did he even care? No. Why would he? He thinks I'm pretty, just pretty. I am nothing but pretty.

"Morning!" Z was back. I missed Z. I love Z. I need to only hang out with Z again, those were the good times.

"Z," I sighed and ran to her, pulling her into a hug.