Serenity stares at me. Her mouth dropped open. Shock covering her face.
I guess she didn't know.
Her face drops as she looks at the stone floor.
"Is that why he always acted like he doesn't want me?" Her voice in a low whisper.
"That's just dads' personality. Believe me, I know."
"How could you? He's always been good to you. He's never treated you like you don't exist."
"Actually," I stand up from the bed walking over to the mirror, "Before you he did."
"You were four when I was born. How could you possibly remember that."
I look at her reflection realizing what I just got myself into.
"Dad was once like that with me too. Before you were around. But that doesn't matter. Point is he never treated you any different. It doesn't help you're dating Draco."
"What's wrong with Draco?" She asks.
I look at her raising a brow, "He's a Malfoy, and you see how Lucius treats Cissy. He's probably afraid of that happening to you."
"But Draco's, well Draco."
"Exactly, he's unhinged. Very unpredictable. You never know what he's got planned next. He's bipolar. Anyways look at the time, dinner." I say quickly looking at the watch on my wrist.
"You coming?" She asks standing at the door.
"In a minute."
She nods shutting the door.
I grab a few shirts and bring them to the cupboard.
The left door is covered in photos of him and his friends.
Him and Theo.
Randall.
Blaise.
Archer.
Serenity.
Pansy.
Vincent and Goyle.
One stood out the most though. I've seen it before too.
Draco and brunette with purple hair, both in formal clothing, hugging. They looked to be in their fifth year. I grab it out of the small holder examining it.
The girl is me, we've taken this photo, but I never gave myself purple undertones.
"What are you doing?" A voice speaks starling me causing the photo to fall to the ground.
I press my hand to my chest, "Draco, don't sneak up on me." I bend down picking up the photo. He walks over snatching it from me.
"Don't touch what isn't your Snape." He snarls putting the picture back in the right place slamming the door shut.
"Why is there a picture of us from the cotillion your parents threw? We hated each other."
"Jeez your memory is shorter than Crabbe."
*August 3rd, 1996*
Draco's POV
I pace back and forth in my room. The nerves getting to me. Tonight, is a huge night for me. I can't let anything screw this up. If everything goes as planned this whole thing will be over.
Every plan, every fucked-up task. It will all be over.
"Draco?" My mother knocks walking into the room.
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Fanfiction"Don't ever hit me again, understood?" He growls. I try and tug my wrist out of his hands. He only tightens his grip. He wraps his other hand around the back of my neck forcing me to look at him again. "Understood?" ~ "Get on the bed." He snarls. A...
