Twisted ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter #12

"Y/n! That one looks like a baby cow!" He laughed. He was young, his voice high pitched and his eyes filled with light.

"Draco that's not a cow," She looked over him and laughed, her small face giving him a look of confusion. Her big round eyes moving back up to the night sky. "Look! it's a cat." She pointed up to the sky. The little girl had grown up outside, playing in gardens, picking flowers and berries from her best friends yard. She knew that laying on the grass with only shorts and a shirt on, she would become itchy. But she didn't care, she was with her best friend, pointing out constellations and different variations of stars.

"A cat?" The young boy questioned, he squinted his blue eyes and focused on the cloud she was pointing to. "Your blind
Y/n!" He giggled and looked over to the girl. Slightly offended she gave him a slight punch, smiling as she did.

"I can see perfectly correct Draco. Leave me alone." She huffed, getting up and leaving him laying there.

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"Leave me alone." I scoffed, getting up and trying to get around him.

"Sit down." He stood taller than me, and stronger, he knew I'd listen. Not that I obeyed him all the time, he just knew that I'd be threatened into sitting down.

"What?" I sighed, "Really, what do you want?"

~Draco's POV~

What do I want? A question every person asks themself from time to time. But right now, I wanted her to be mine, fully mine. Right now she was mine and Potters, she was shared. But I wanted, I needed her to be mine. No, wanted. She sat angrily in her seat, even when her mind was filled with how much she hated me, she was beautiful. Her y/e/c eyes glittering with the light. Her hair falling so effortlessly perfect on her shoulders. I blocked one of the sides but she could easily slip out the other side and run for the door, if she wanted to. She didn't want to.

She was going to be mine, she had to be. She couldn't live without me. She needs me. And I'm alright with it, I like having her near me. I didn't need her, sometimes I catch myself thinking that I need her. But I don't. I don't- well- I can't remember a time without her. She's just always been there... but I definitely don't need her.

~Y/n's POV~

He stared down at me, I was still standing. Fighting my urge to listen to him. All I could wonder was what the hell was he thinking right now. After staring at him for couple more seconds, I sighed and folded, sitting back into my chair and crossing my arms.

"Fine." I sighed.

"Fine." He said angrily, narrowing his eyes at me and slowly sitting down. If I really wanted to, I could just turn around and go through the other side of the desk. Which gave me a straight route to the door. But, is that what I wanted? It's what I should've wanted, I have a boyfriend. I like him and he makes me happy. What more could I possibly want?

"How long are we going to play this game?" I raised my eyebrows at him, giving him an angry stare and tapping my foot. He sat with his chin in his hand, deep in thought I could tell. His resting face was actually gentle, when he'd walk around with that evil glare he was faking it. His resting face was really this gentle, baby-like face. Reminded me of when we were younger and things were easier. "Malfoy!, how long? How long before you let me go?" I asked.

No verbal response, he broke his blank stare at the floor and looked to me, I moved my hands in a questioning way demanding an answer. "How long? Just tell me how long this is going to take you."