"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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"I need you to get that door open, Mr. Malfoy." The healer spoke, trying his hardest not to piss Draco off further.
He wanted to slam the healers head into the door himself, "I know! Don't you fucking think I know I have to get the door open?!"
They'd been here all night, with the healer, trying to get the door open. Draco knew she needed to be taken care of, she was losing blood and it's all his fault. But getting into her head and hearing her say she'd go to the police out of spite, made him think rational.
He couldn't let her get away, and now, it'd be a lot longer than he intended for her to leave this house.
Astoria pushed Draco aside, "Move." She took out her wand, Draco about to protest and say he'd already tried that, but then she said a spell he didn't recognize, drawing her wand in a square motion, the door now missing a piece in the middle in the form of a square.
She started pushing on the dresser and the bookshelf, Draco going to help her. Blaise was pushing on Astorias side, pushing both the dresser and bookshelf just a little more to get the door open so they could slide in.
Charlene was passed out on the bed, her eyes puffy and her cheeks still red. The blanket was still wrapped her, her ass covered from not having any underwear on but her thighs were exposed and her leg was so bloody that the mattress would probably need to be replaced.
Draco slid in first, and then Astoria, nudging their way through the little crack, and then Astoria pushed the dresser back with the bookshelf, opening the door further.
Charlene didn't move as Draco slid his hands under her body, making sure her body was covered with the blankets, pulling her up to his chest. She didn't even try to open her eyes, and Draco knew she'd lost so much blood that she passed out.
When he passed the healer, his voice dropped down, cold and deadly, "If you let her die, I will fucking kill you."
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"You shot her!"
"She was gonna fucking rat me out!" Draco shouted back at Mattheo, all of his friends sitting at the table. Haven was sleeping— he didn't care anyways, but he did care about their child. "It was rational—"
"And now, if she ever gets out of here," Pansy set her cup down, her eyes still droopy due to it being six in the morning. They were awake because Harry decided to move the shipment- again. "She's got something even worse on you. And a scar that proves it."
Charlene would have a scar, yes. Because Draco had talked to the healer, had asked him if there was anyway that he could cast a healing charm on her, and he said no. The bullet was all the way in her leg, and it was too deep that if he'd casted a healing charm it would heal the tissue at the very top and not inside the wound. She'd have to let it heal right.
