The Housemaid || Draco Malfoy 18+

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*Mature*

He walked up the stairs gesturing me to follow him and I did, every step I took behind him watching the back of his figure.

He radiated such domineering energy that I couldn't seem to get my head around. How this boy who was the same age as me, seemed to have the power and personality of someone older, someone with more experience maybe.

I believe that could possibly be something to do with the ghosts of his past.

He opens his bedroom door making me frown at him in confusion as he steps to the side putting his hand out in a gentlemanly like fashion to let me go first.

''After you'' he says and I hesitate looking back behind me at the stairs wondering whether I should run for the hills.

It's just me and him here now. Who's to say he's not going to murder me and hide my bones somewhere so no one can ever find me?

''I'm not going to murder you'' he assures me rather seriously as if he'd read my mind before a humoured smile finds his lips ''not yet anyway''

I roll my eyes allowing my feet to unstick from the floor and walk into his room being careful of my surroundings.

His room is humongous; obviously.

His emerald green, silk sheets lay upon the bed neatly in the centre of the room. It's dark in here but he has warm golden lights that surround the whole room making it a lot more appealing to step into. Surprisingly, it doesn't feel all that cold in here. It feels quite warm and inviting.

How ironic?

He closed the door behind him and locks it. I watch him from the middle of his room as he walks over to his desk in the corner and leans his back agains it with his palms rested on the dark wood.

''Come sit down'' he says gently which was quite different to the attitude he had downstairs with his mother only minutes ago.

I walk over to him slowly and sit in the desk chair as he looks down at me. I fiddle with my fingers nervously.

His hand then reaches down to grab my hands and pull them apart gently.

''Calm down darling. Relax''

Darling. Fuck that word is too much to handle coming from his lips right now.

I breath out and nod up at him. He then released my hand and placed them back on the desk looking down at me.

''I need to take out my frustration'' he says looking down at me with a serious expression ''Do you understand that?'' He tilts his head to the side as if he's genuinely asking me if u do.

''Yes. Everyone needs to let off pent up anger sometimes'' I simply say back to him allowing a smile to arise on his face down at me.

''Good'' he whispers more to himself looking to the side of the room and moving his tongue on the inside of his cheek which causes my stomach to do flips just watching him.

He then cracks his neck from side to side with his eyes closed before looking back down at me once again.

''Juliet is it?'' He asks and I nod.

''Well done, you remembered'' I say up at him finding it a little annoying how he'd even ask something like that.

Why am I get so annoyed that he may have forgotten my name?

He smirks down at me again, the atmosphere feeling thick and heavy on my chest.

''Were you named after Romeo and Juliet?'' He asks with a squint to his eyes as if he's truly interested.