𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 77

I've never been open with people, never let people in.

They all say that I should be open, speak up, and express myself.

How can I though? It's not as easy as picking up a quill. It's more like trying to catch a speck of dust and closing it up in a jar.

Maybe it's better this way, with opening up comes with judgement and brutality.

Well... staying hidden does the same, I guess it's just the way one is perceived.

Nothing matters when I'm with him though, because well... I dunno... I feel... comfortable with him.

He's all I need.

"Darling, it's past ten." I heard a faint raspy whisper from beside me.

My eyes slowly fluttered open, it was awfully hard to keep them from falling shut.

I turned my head to look up and saw Draco perched up against the headboard.

How was someone so capable of being so perfect?

I then realized how cold but partly warm I felt, I looked down at our bodies that had been cuddled up and noticed one of Draco's shirts on me.

"Didn't want you to go to sleep cold, you insisted I kept the blanket off. Don't think you were awake when you said any of that though." He whispered.

I looked back up at him and smiled.

"Well, Mr Malfoy that is a very kind of you." I tapped the tip of his nose before I sat up.

I was about to stand from the bed before I got pulled back by the waist. He brought me on his lap and brought his hands to my hips.

His head tilted so slightly before he looked down at my lips for a brief second then back up at my eyes with a smile.

"Don't think I caught that." He whispered now looking back down at my lips.

"Hm, is that so?" I was now tilting my head slightly.

"Yeah, mind repeating that for me, love?"

"Hate to be a loser but we've got to leave." I shrugged my shoulders.

"You sure about that?" He whispered.

I opened my mouth to talk right as he started to slowly grind our hips together.

I instantly reached for his shoulders and shut my eyes.

"Draco- we need to- fuck." I whispered.

"Yes, darling. I know we do." He chuckled, I lifted my head and looked at him.

"You know what I mean." I let out a quiet whimper. "There's people here- with us."

"That didn't stop us last night, did it?" He smirked while biting down on his lip.

My head fell back, I was trying to keep my breathing down but it was impossible.

He started going faster and harder.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, I could hear a satisfied moan from him which made me sink even deeper.

"My pretty girl, I wish you could see yourself in my eyes."

I lifted my head back up and stared at him, both our eyes filled with desperate needs that only eachother could feed.

"You're as much as a pretty boy as I'm a pretty girl." I whispered.

His face sunk, pure neediness filling his body, bottom to top.

He didn't speak, just pushed me to my back as he hovered over me.

We both met halfway and pulled ourselves together by our lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him even closer while his hands were busy lifting his shirt from my body.

Everything was perfect.

Was.

A burning pain spread rapidly through my arm.

Draco's as well as he sprung up and looked down at his mark.

I sat up and looked at mine.

He was calling us.

We both rushed off the bed and began to pick random dark clothes up, layering them on our bodies, running around trying to make ourselves look presentable, my parents lives were on the lines, as were his.

Not that my father's matters much.

Not just theirs though, ours as well.

Around two minutes had gone by, the pain worsening.

I rushed out to the main area of the tent and wrote a sloppy letter.

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He called, don't wait for us, we won't be returning.

Stay safe and go back.

- (your initials.)
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"We need to go." Draco impatiently whispered.

I turned and looked at him.

"Ok, let's go..." I sighed.

We both placed our pointer and middle fingers in the middle of our marks.

Everything went black, I felt as if I were getting whipped around, all I could hear was the whipping of wind.

It all stopped once we were both stood side by side infront of Malfoy Manor.

We took each others hands and walked in.

Everyone's heads turned to look at us. There were so many people, so many people that have done unforgivable things that escaped from Azkaban that were standing feet away from us.

"Aaaaah." A raspy voice, followed by a cracking chuckle.

He appeared from the middle of the crowd.

Our Lord.

I hated calling him that but if I didn't, I'd be on the floor, lifeless.

"I see you two almost skipped out on the last meeting of the year. You two know what that would've lead too, correct?" He said as he stroked his wand.

"Yes, my Lord." We both said.

He turned his head slightly and rose his wand.

"Lucius." He called out.

There Draco's horrible father came from the crowd looking more 'zombieish' than ever.

"Yes, my Lord." He whispered in a panicked voice.

Voldemort's wand was now pointed at Draco.

"We don't like when our fellow followers are late, do we?" Voldemort whispered.

"No, my Lord." Lucius whispered.

"That is correct, if you truly want to show your pride, I want you to beat the respect into your son..." He rose his voice, his wand moving slightly to point at me.

"Yes my Lord." Lucius whispered.

"Y/d/n" Voldemort called out.

(your dad's name or preferred name)

My father was now walking out from the crowd, siding Voldemort.

"Yes, my Lord." He said, anyone could tell how horrified he was.

Why was he still alive?

"As for your daughter, I've grown a liking for her so I'll have you force her to watch every. single. move."

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yay, i got past the rocky stage (the camping part) i truly didn't know how id write it. hopefully ill keep up this frequency or whatever i should call it.

also, if you all ever need someone to talk too, im always here :)

hope you all are doing well!