"I said no!" Draco growled and almost flung his glass into the wall.
Asterin put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"I'm not asking your fucking permission, Malfoy!" She snapped back. She used his last name and she only used his last name when she was upset or angry. And she was very angry.
"You are my fucking wife, Asterin. I will not allow you to risk your life for.. him!"
"I am not your bloody wife!" Asterin screamed in frustration and turned before letting out a loud shout.
"As you keep fucking reminding me," Draco scoffed and finished the last of his firewhiskey before throwing the glass into the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. That felt bloody good.
"Ten galleons she wins," he heard a voice murmur from the doorway. Draco turned to see the Weasley twins and Blaise whispering to each other. Placing bets on who would win their argument. They always seem to be betting on their fights. Asterin won every single one, but he refused to let her win this one.
"What the bloody hell are you three doing?!" They jumped apart at Draco's shout and gave him innocent grins.
"We can hear you screaming at each other from the common room and decided we need to ensure she doesn't kill you."
"Fuck off," he scoffed and turned back to his fuming little Slytherin. Merlin's beard she was fucking hot when she was angry.
"I forbid you to go along with this ridiculous plan of yours and that is final." Draco turned and conjured up another glass when he heard a scoff behind him.
"Forbid me?" Oh shit. "You.. forbid me?! As if you have any fucking control over what I do!"
Draco saw the three boys at the doorway freeze. They knew Draco was about to die at the hands of Asterin Nott. May he rest in fucking peace.
"Asterin," he murmured softly and turned towards her, almost flinching at the darkness in her eyes. "I could have worded that differently, but I am only looking out for you. You don't realize how impossible it is to get a prisoner out of the Manor without the Dark Lord finding out. It's suicide."
"Does it look like I'm fucking asking you, arsehole? Either you can go with me or wait here and twiddle your thumbs waiting for me to get back."
Fucking hell! This bloody woman was going to get them killed.
"Why are you even fighting?" Blaise finally spoke him when he realized no one was about to die.
"Something we can not discuss with you, Zabini," Draco answered without looking away from Asterin. Though Blaise was his best friend, Draco couldn't trust him with the information of how they are planning to kill the Dark Lord. At least that's what he thought.
"Bullshit. I'm your best mate, Draco. You can tell me anything," Blaise scoffed.
Asterin's anger disappeared, of sorts, and she looked to Draco whose shoulders deflated just slightly.
'Do you think we can trust him, fleur?'
'Yes,' she replied without hesitation. 'The twins as well. Trust me.'
"Fine. Close the door, you lot." Draco quickly locked the door and cast the Muffliato charm on the room.
"We are working with the Golden Trio to kill Voldemort."
Merlin's beard she just came right out and laid it all out on the table.
"For fuck's sake, Asterin, you couldn't test the waters first?"
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Going Rogue
Fanfiction"Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness." How true that saying was for Draco Malfoy. Not only was he forced to become a Death Eater, but he was forced to maim, kill, and destroy any who dare cross his path. A greatness indeed. This saying...
