I steel myself, taking a deep cleansing breath, then I knock on the door.
It's been a few days since Zabini convinced me to make nice with Draco, because I just now plucked up the courage to go and talk to him.
There's a rustling noise behind the door and then it opens.
And suddenly Draco's standing there before me, for the first time in over a week, and it seems he was busy, because it takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the sight of me. He looks shocked for only a second.
I don't really know what I was expecting, but his look of hatred is not it.
He glares down at me, and it's an unusual kind of hatred. I've seen it on him before, but this kind is definitely deeper, darker, and it manifests in his silver eyes as he gives me a quick once over.
I'm just standing outside his door gawking at him, and I can smell the firewhiskey from here. He reeks of it, along with cigarette smoke.
And when he speaks, it throws me completely off balance.
"What the fuck could you possibly want?" Draco growls, hand still on the door. This a sharp contrast from the last time I saw him, in Moaning Mrytle's bathroom, crying and professing his love for me.
He makes no move to let me in, and I really don't blame him. But it's odd and uncomfortable.
I search between his eyes for a moment, taking in his appearance. His eyebrows are glued down low on his lids, his mouth is turned downwards in a horrible frown, his eyes are bloodshot and he's got these dark circles and red rings underneath, and there's a scar of some sort down his lower lip that looks like it just healed.
"I. . . need to talk to you," I say, straightening up.
He quirks an angry eyebrow at me, scowling.
"No," Draco growls, then makes to slam the door in my face. I catch it at the last second and he looks like he wants to fucking murder me.
"Just. . . for one second, D," I say, narrowing my eyes.
"Don't call me that," Draco snaps aggressively, flinching at my use of the nickname. He tries to yank the door again and I raise my eyebrows, fighting with him to keep it open.
He stares at me, and I see the anger break for a moment into sadness. Then he lets go of the door and it crashes open under my pressure.
I step inside his dormitory and his back is to me, already putting distance between us and standing over by his bed.
"Stop doing that," I snap angrily. Because I can see the hole in the plaster next to his bed, where he smashed his fist through it.
"Excuse me?" Draco hisses, turning around.
"Stop punching the goddamn walls out," I snap.
"You're fucking kidding me, right?" he snarls.
"You're just hurting yourself and I-"
"What the fuck do you want, Evangeline?" Draco snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.
The knuckles of his right hand are bloodied.
"I want you to calm the fuck down. Stop smoking so damn much, stop destroying your liver, and stop-"
He lets out a sadistic chuckle, interrupting me. "Get out."
"I wanted to-"
"Get. The fuck! Out!" Draco rages, his face turning red. "If you're just here to torture me, I think I'd rather not!"
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
