I'm his | Draco Malfoy

My name is Olivia

"Draco. I've been looking for you. Earlier-" "Pansy. Don't you hear an annoying buzzing?" he says. Pansy snickers. "Draco, I'm serious-" "Wasn't that your father? Black?" "Draco-" "Stop bothering him, bitch." I am too shocked to react. "What did you just call me?" "Bitch" Pansy spells. It's the second time I get called his way today.

Draco is finally looking at me, and I lose balance for a second, for his gaze, the insult and the situation I'm in.

"Pansy" Draco says, walking towards me, and I don't know why but I'm suddenly afraid. "Go away." "What? Draco-" "Go away, he said, bitch" I reply. She looks at me with rage. "And Pansy, don't talk to her like that ever again." I am so pleased with Draco defending me that I almost don't notice the little tear escaping Pansy's dark eye. "Draco, stop" I say, but she flees, leaving me alone with him.

"Black" he says. His usual deep voice is darkened by alcohol and I feel a rush of warmth through my body. I hate to admit it, but he's attractive.

"Draco. I'm sorry for today. And I wanted to tell you that I defended you after that. I even told Harry and his friends I couldn't spend time with them." I look at him hoping, I don't know why, to see happiness in his eyes, but he's become more distant.

"And once again, Potter steals the scene, doesn't he" Draco murmurs, starting to escape from my gaze. I stop him and hold his arm. "Let me go. All of this...is pointless." His talking is slightly slurred by alcohol and I smile, softened. "No, Draco. You're drunk. I need to get you to bed." He grins and I blush, realising, too late, what I just said. "I mean...you know." "I know, of course, don't I" he comes closer to me, then almost falls and smiles at his fail. I keep holding on to his robe to avoid him from hurting himself. "You're cute" he whispers. Did he just- "You're insanely cute. But you're her daughter. God, I would never..." his voice fades away and so do his eyes.

When he looks at me again, his irises aren't on mine. He's clearly staring at my lips and that makes my mouth dry. "D-Draco" I try to say. "Black" he answers. "My name is Olivia" I say, annoyed. "No, I don't want your name. I don't want to remember it. I honestly hope to forget all of this and what's next." "What- What's next?" I ask, confused. He briskly grabs my shoulder and stops me against the cold dark wall of the hall. "Yes. You're smart. You must have understood it by now."

And just like that, his soft lips are on mine. I feel a rush of excitement, lust and embarrass running through my whole body, and I unconsciously close my eyelids. He breaths on my mouth, then steps away rudely and looks around. Without a word, and with just a brief looking over at me, he walks away in his dormitory, leaving me wondering and with a thumb which, not controlled by me, is tracing my lips' contour.

I can't fall asleep, so I walk and go to the Owlery, one of my favourite places here. It's so calm and relaxing at night, with the only noise of the birds howling and the silver light of the moon. When I arrive, I'm about to sit on the little wall I usually sit on when I notice a boy occupying my place. I would recognise his dark hair and his profile everywhere.

"Harry" I whisper. I don't know why, it's not like the owls can understand what we say. Harry immediately turns his head and jumps off the wall, looking bewildered. "Olivia! I-" He stops, he doesn't seem to know what to say. "How is it going?" he asks. I smile at him, and go sit near him. I look at his blue green eyes and his glasses: he is so familiar to me I could draw him blind.

"I'm fine" I answer. He sighs. "I know it's not really my business, but you don't seem fine." I can't really explain how or why, but I feel the tears urging to quit my eyes. "You're right, it's not your business. You've practically ignored me ever since I was Sorted and I can't see why. I mean, you were about to end up in Slytherin like me right? So why do you discriminate me this way? And okay, Slytherin isn't the nicest House, but me? You've known me for years, since Dad found out about me. So why? What did I do? God, I'm trying!" I hate for him to see me this weak, but I can't help but sob slightly, and I dry the tears on my cheeks with a rude gesture of my arm.

"Honestly, Harry? I thought you were way, way much better than this. If Dad knew-" "Don't tell him. Please. I don't want to disappoint him." "But you don't care about disappointing me!" I say. "Right. Obviously. Stay here then. I don't give a fuck."

I stand up abruptly and try to leave the room, but Harry follows me and stops me, holding my shoulders. "Olivia" he makes me turn so I can look right into his sorry face. "I'm sorry" he says, in fact. "I'm sorry" he repeats. "I really am. I didn't know... You were always a part of my family, and I've tried to keep family and school apart, but with you here... No one knows about you and me or your family, at least, about my part of your family. Because of the other part, which I myself didn't know about... I think Malfoy did the trick, didn't he?" he smiles ironically but I don't. "Draco isn't as bad as you think. I guess" I add, I don't want to make him suspicious. "Yes, well, I believe he isn't a good person, but I can't know for sure. It's that we're enemies, you know? Like-" "Like your dad and Snape." "Yes. Exactly. And look, Snape didn't result to be a good person, right?" I nod, smiling slightly. I don't have a relationship with Snape because, strangely enough, he doesn't hate me like a Gryffindor but doesn't like me like a Slytherin; he just ignores me.