Twisted ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter #23

I hate school. I hate my family. I hate myself. I hate him — the most. I hate everything that involves being awake and out of bed.

In my favor, the one I hated the least, the one I loved, was right here.

"Beautiful, are we eating breakfast today?" She fixed the last portion of her hair, walking away from her mirror and towards me. "Or are we continuing our streak of sleeping through first?" I felt a jolt shake my body, that was curled up — knees almost touching my chest as I peeked from under the covers to find Pansy swinging her feet past each other and holding her head in her hands.

"I am going to hide out in the library, you can do what you want." I tucked the covers under my knees and nestled my head into my pillow. Creating this little warmth pocket for myself.

"Okay well I want to be where you are, so library it is." Now, I could see her disapprovingly standing over me. "Get up." She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Get. Uppp."

"No, Z, five more minutes." I pulled the covers over my shoulder.

"No. You said that twenty minutes ago, get up." She yanked my blanket off of me, my skin collided with the cold outside air and I felt goosebumps trail down my body. I prepared myself to stand for only a few seconds before responding.

"Fine." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, pulling my hair into a claw clip and sliding on simple leggings and a jumper.

"Basic but comfortable." She shrugged in her skirt and tight shirt.

"Fuck off." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, pulling the door shut behind us. I yawned as she swung her arm around my shoulder and walked down the stairs.

"What are we wearing to Ember's wedding? Are we going?" She looked over to me, my eyes strained by the light I smiled.

"I don't know, we didn't get the chance to talk colors before she — " I mindlessly stuck my hands in my pockets but paused when I felt the familiar dryness of parchment.

"What?"

I pulled it out and opened it, recognizing the hand writing almost instantly and scoffing.

"The damn note."

"That's what happened to it!"

"I'm burning it." I stuffed it back in my pocket.

"Why? I thought it was going to be read aloud at your wedding." She smiled, waiting for me to hit her or something.

"Wedding? I'm not getting married, ever. Especially not to him." I scoffed.

"I was secretly planning it." She shrugged.

"Why is everyone planning weddings without me? I'm going to plan your wedding, then. You and Luna, the theme will be astrology, like stars and constellations. You'll have a black suit; represents you nicely." I turned to face her, letting my hands guide the outline of the dressing around her body. "A bit of colorful sparkles but not much; To add a bit of Luna. And Luna would most likely wear a dress made from — "

"Okay. Okay, I get it." Her expression had dropped whilst I was distracted.

"Shit, you two still haven't made up?" I asked softly.

"No, I didn't know she could hate someone till now."

"She doesn't hate you, Z."

"Of course she does. She wont look at me, talk to me — she hates me!" Her hands flew in the air. I felt my face brighten and pulled her arm off of me, rotating her body by her shoulders.