Moaning; Draco Malfoy (18+)

Return to Hogwarts and ice eyes

Long brown hair fluttered over her shoulders and smoke left her full pink lips as the autumn breeze of Scotland pierced her bones; along with her smoke, she hoped to get out of her body all the frustrations that the summer just spent on the other side of the world had caused to her mental balance.

She remembered perfectly the screams of her parents, their disappointment at how much their only daughter had changed, how different she was from what they wanted; and the thing that hurts her the most was that they had changed her.

They, who had never been there for her, who had never asked her how her day had gone, who had never asked her what thoughts plagued her, who had only ever tried to make up for it with expensive gifts and had never simply tried to hug her.

Just to let her know that whatever happened, they would always be there for her.

She had gone through it alone on her first day of menstruation; when her hands touched her legs covered in fresh blood, she ran to the first hospital near her home.
She was just ten years old, and no one had noticed that she had walked away alone.
A medimagus saw her crying at the entrance, he approached her and with all the care that she should have had by her mother, he explained that she was absolutely not dying and that she was normal; he showed her how to behave, how to ward off the pain, how to avoid getting dirty.

And she had let herself be lulled by an affection that she had never received, and that she would have liked to feel every day of her life.

It was a scandal, of course.

The ten-year-old daughter of the Egyptian Minister of Magic had fled, she had gone alone to the hospital and her parents were not there; when they went to get her, their eyes were contemptuous.

They hated her because she had made her family look bad, she had made all citizens think that her parents were negligent towards their child.

The truth was that they had always kept her in a crystal ball, trying in any way to distance her from the follies of the youth, marginalizing her from all her people of her age; they saw how their friends' children behaved, how they drank at parties, how uninhibited they were.

And they wanted to prevent her from becoming like them.

She was only seventeen when she was told, overnight, that she was going to move to a school of wizardry on the other side of the world, in Scotland; she was so happy, one step away from the freedom she had longed for years.

And when she got to Hogwarts, she really started living.

She became at least ten times more uninhibited than the children of her parents' friends, and she adored this; she wished her family would see how she screwed up all their rules, how she drank at parties until she threw up, how she smoked weed to relax, how she fucked noncommittally with the guys she liked.

She loved being different from them, because she had spent her entire childhood in terror that one day she would end like them; married for convenience, in love only with their own ego and possessions, unable to live without wealth.

"So Alexander, did you actually fuck Rose Weasley?" Maddy Parkinson Zabini's voice interrupted Soleil from her asphyxiating thoughts, bringing her back to reality as the train sped towards the castle, leading her into her final year of school.

"If your dad knew you mixed your body fluids with her, he'd cut your dick." she laughed, dropping the cigarette into a small container on the table around which they were sitting.

"But my father won't know, of course. And my dick is big enough to take that too," Alexander Nott replied giving her a fleeting wink, to which the girl replied with a roll of her eyes.