Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 32

For a better experience play this song when you see this, " ** ". Enjoy this chapter base and thanks for sticking with me! ~ M.

Sunday. October, 18th. 1995

Kalopsia (n.)- The delusion of things being more beautiful than that they are. 

Millie's POV

"Mill's..."

I feel a cold hand push my shoulder slightly making me move to the side. My eyes don't open and I pray that the person would just go away.

Not even a minute passes before the hand pushes me again this time harder making me groan and roll over, putting my head underneath a pillow. "Go away, " I mumble inhaling the apples and expensive cologne from Dracos pillow.

He pushes my shoulder again even though he's well aware that I'm awake. I groan again lifting my face from the pillow with a frown coming face to face with Draco.

I don't hesitate when I grab the pillow from under me and lounge it towards him. Draco catches it with ease giving me a look between unimpressed and annoyed.

" Get the hell up." He states. His voice demanding and hard like a father scolding a child.

I roll my eyes not in the slightest caring about anything but sleep. I didn't have a nightmare last night. I didn't dream either, it was just a dreamless hazy sleep that Draco so happily ruined for me.

I go back to lay down but Draco instantly throws the pillow back at me, I dodge it at the very last second making it bounce off the wall behind me. I whip my head towards him, my nostrils flaring, " I am up you fucking wanker leave me alone." I yell throwing the poor pillow back at him.

Draco doesn't flinch nor look behind him when the pillow flies past him and hits his dresser make a soft thump noise.

"Go get ready and I will, " he orders looking beyond down with our conversation. His eyes hooded and red, a fading blunt hanging from his lips. The smoke still withering out and ashes falling to the floor as his trouser hang loosely on his waist exposing his pale chest.

I bite the inside of my cheek glaring at him with pure annoyance. He stares back not backing down. We stare for a few more minutes before Draco rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Get out and go get ready. Now."

With that, he turns around and saunters towards his bathroom slamming the door shut. As he walks away I flip him off while mocking him like a child. "How bout you sod off you little piece of- " My whispers of vile profanity are cut off by Draco his voice annoyed.

"Get out Mills, " he yells from the closed bathroom door as if he knew that I was still there, mocking him. My mouth closes immediately and I get out of the bed with a huff.

Demanding little shit. what if I don't huh? Then what are you gonna do?

I mutter more profanities and curse his name as I grab my shoes and coat. Just as I'm about to walk out I see an untouched blunt laying on his dresser. I stare at it for a mere second before flipping off the bathroom door where he still is and snatching the=e blunt from the table.

Its reparations.

For what?

Life.

I walk out of his room and groggily make my way to my own, sniffing and yawning along the way.  Once I'm in front of my door with m hand on the knob realization hits me. What's waiting for me behind the door has me waiting with much hesitance.