Only Battle Scars Left (DracoxReader)

Grasping For More Time

WORD COUNT: 940

(a/n: sorry I haven't updated in like 2 years. I went on vacation and spent more time on other hobbies such as crocheting and reading. I went to universal studios and riding the forbidden journey was so surreal. there was even a cast member who looked like Draco (just someone with short bleached hair). sorry if there's weird grammar issues I proof readed like 10 times and then used grammarly to change some stuff so sorry about that. so now, I introduce you to the probably not highly anticipated, chapter 6, the hangover.)

      I woke up in an unfamiliar setting. The mattress I laid in surrounded my body as I sunk in just a tiny bit. The sheets were still neatly tucked and I wasn't laying in them. How did I not get cold during the night? I questioned as I stared at the ceiling. I looked over to my right to finally see something slightly familiar. The blonde boy who made my heart skip a beat...or two. I smiled softly as I looked over at him. He looked more at peace than he has ever been. I couldn't wake him up, not when he looked as pretty as that.
       I was still wearing my dress. I grew more and more uncomfortable the longer I sat in it. I unzipped it myself. Even though I struggled, I wouldn't bother to ask Draco since he would be no help. I opened the coffee-colored dresser in front of me only to remember I wasn't home. The only other option was the stay in my dress. I heard groans coming from behind me. The bed squeaked as Draco stretched.

"Good morning," I chuckled.

"Morning," he groaned and rolled over, flinging a pillow over his head to block out any sound.

I walked over to him and tossed the pillow elsewhere.

"C'mon, we have to get home," I said as I struggled to pull him out of the bed.

"Where are we?"

"I have no idea. We must've knocked out last night. It makes me uncomfortable not knowing who brought us to this room."
Draco nodded.
I left the room to give him a few moments to fully wake up. As soon as I did so I was walking in mounds of trash. Decorations and plastic red cups were scattered all over the floor. Luckily, the stench wasn't too bad. Hungover teens laid on the sofa and floor of the living room. What a mess.
Blaise should have some fun cleaning. I felt bad not helping cleaning the mess since I likely took part in creating it but I wanted to get out as quickly as possible.
       I stood outside of the room for just a few seconds more before pounding on the door.

"Draco! Are you up yet?"
       I open the door by pushing my whole body on it. He was wearing nothing but boxers. His pants rested at his feet as he was getting dressed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I—"
       I began to shut the door before being interrupted.

"Nothing you haven't seen before," Draco smirked.

"Get dressed so we can leave, will you?" I scoffed and closed the door.

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       We left Blaise's house and just a few feet in front of the door was a black, vintage ford thunderbird.

"That's our ride," Draco said.
My eyes widened.

"You do realize that's more of a muggle thing? You're like the biggest pure-blood supremacist."

"Y/n, tell me how I could be the biggest pure-blood supremacist when my girlfriend is a half-blood?"

"Well, maybe your not the biggest one but you'd make the Top 10 watch mojo list."
His eyebrows wrinkled.

"Get in the car."

"Yep."

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It was an unreal feeling driving with Draco. I sat in the passenger's seat as he drove calmly. His veiny hand gripped my thigh. Each ring giving me shivers as they were so cold.
I look out of the window to see the sun setting. Did we sleep in that long? I roll down my window and in only a matter of seconds it rolls back up. I roll it down again and the cold air brushes against my cheeks. I sigh in happiness. This sensational feeling unfortunately did not last forever. The window rolls up again.
I look over at the driver.

"Why are you rolling my window up?" I ask flustered.
A smirk was already plastered on Draco's face.
I roll my eyes and put the window down again. The second I took my finger off Draco's finger was already putting it back up.

"You actually suck!"
We laugh together and as the laughter fades I smile to myself, I would be willing to do anything for him.

Draco's POV:

        On our drive home all I could think of was spending the rest of my life with her. She was the one I wanted to have children with. I would do give my life for her.
        Everything about her was perfect, even her supposed "flaws." Soon, she would return to school just like any other year, except, this time without me. I'm one of them. I am a Death Eater. I don't want to leave her, but it's too late to have an option. On the last day of Summer, the day before she gets on the train to Hogwarts for her last year, I would break things off. I'm grasping on for more time but more and more x's are being put on my calendar. Only 29 blank squares are left until August 31st. That's when I would have to leave her, my soul mate.