𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟓𝟖

After much convincing Draco has finally let me help him with his task. His task is to fix the vanishing cabinet to get death eaters into the castle. Every night for 2 weeks we've been in the room of requirement, doing everything we can to fix the cabinet.

"Draco, what will happen when we fix the cabinet?" I asked, as we both stood facing the big, dark cabinet.

He mumbles in response as if he were in a deep thought, "When it's fixed, death eaters will get into the castle and you will do nothing. Bellatrix and some others will do what they're supposed to do."

"But what will you do?" I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing." He says. "I will be with you."

One week later.

"Harmonia Nectere Passus," he mumbles the charm to fix the cabinet, holding his wand in his hand as he faces it.

Nothing.

"Harmonia Nectere Passus," he repeats it over and over again. He's been repeating the same charm for the last three weeks and still nothing.

"Harmonia Nectere Passus," he repeats it one last time. The surface of the cabinet glimmers. But then again — it disappears and there's nothing.

Draco lets out a huff of frustration. He turns away from the cabinet and drops his wand on the floor before he run his hand through his blond hair. "Fuck!"

He's stressed. And angry. He's like this every time he fails. It's like there's a loss of confidence. There's much anger and he takes it out on me. He takes his anger out on me. Every-fucking-time.

"Draco..." I start. Takes one step forward but hesitates, knowing that he's angry. "It's okay,"

He looked up at me and it was not the reaction I was hoping for. "No it's not fucking okay, Belle!"

I gulp, and stops in my tracks but my eyes remain on him. He's furious. "Don't yell at me,"

"Well then tell me, Belle. Is it really okay? Or are you just saying that to fuck with my head because we both know damn well that it's not fucking okay!" He spat, moving towards me fast.

He stops in front of me, and towers over me. I look down at the floor, not wanting to look him in the eyes as he stands this close. Because it's pure anger, and nothing else.

"It's not fucking okay. And if it were, we would've had this fucking cabinet fixed by now!" He says through gritted teeth.

I stay quiet, looking down at the floor. It's not fun when Draco is seriously angry. He's almost ... scary, especially when he's like this. Especially when he yells at me right in the face and when he curses at me and takes it out on me. It's not fun and I don't like it.

"Is it fucking okay, Belle?!" He yells. He grabs my chin harshly and makes me look up at him. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you! Fucking answer me, is it fucking okay?!"

I managed to let out a quiet answer, "No..."

"Then don't fucking say it is!" He yells in my face. And his grip on my chin begins to hurt. Fury is spread across his face and his eyes are dark. It's not the soft grey anymore — it's darker. Almost a bit terrifying. "You hear me? Don't fucking say it's okay when you know it isn't!"

He's angry and it's all my fault.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly, almost beginning to shake.

And there it is. The small details of softness in his face, but it quickly disappears. He slams his occlumency walls up. And the softness in his face is gone. That's how he stays focused. He slams his occlumency walls up and shuts his emotions out.