Opia / D.M 18+

A O N A R A N

{A person who lives in self-imposed isolation or seclusion from the world}

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Taking care of Pansy helped.

I spent my days by her side, helping her heal her bruises and making sure she was doing everything possible to take care of herself. She had hardly spoken, she hardly said a single word while I helped her to the best of my ability. It was a way for Pucey to leave me alone. He didn't want to be around Pansy, and I didn't mind that at all. 

The night Pucey came back from the task, he held a smile that I could never forget. They had achieved their goal. Dumbledore was dead. And Pucey wanted a 'prize'. It was a night I wished I could forget, and I prayed that no one could hear. He didn't stop being abusive, the look in his eyes proved that it turned him on. He liked seeing the pain in my eyes, how scared I was. Though little did he know that I was indeed pregnant—but it wasn't his. 

It had been so long without him. And it hurt every single day, not waking up to him. But I looked to my stars instead, I tricked myself into believing I was strong. Because even though my body was broken, my mind and mental abilities were far more guarded than my body. I had time to think of a plan—of a new future. I needed to escape, I needed to do anything to get Pucey away. 

Ever since the first day he arrived, I had been planning his death. I came across his little tricks, how he had casts charms on all sharp objects. But his mind was too incompetent, he was nieve, thinking I wouldn't try something else. My mind worked while I aided Pansy, while I cooked and did a multitude of things to distract myself. 

The table was silent as I sat in my mother's seat, eating a piece of toast. Pansy and Blaise sat across from each other while Pucey sat in my father's seat. The two so-called parents had never bothered to show up. Maybe they had heard of Opal's passing and decided to stay away. I hadn't bothered to pick up a single Daily Prophet since Draco. I knew he would be on the front page every single day. 

"We will be hosting the New Spring Ball in three days," Pucey announced before scraping a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. 

He disgusted me. 

"New Spring Ball?" Blaise asked, his words laced with the same disgust I shared.

Pucey sighed in annoyance, "Yes, Zabini. The New Spring Ball-"

"Why?" Blaise cut him off, making me tense up.

I knew that Pucey hated being interrupted. He was full of himself and thought he deserved everyone's respect. Although he was a year older than us, he acted as if he was superior. He hadn't grown up as we had to. He didn't know what it was like to have your parents leave you to fend for yourself. He had been spoon-fed up until he moved into my home. And even so—he expected me to continue the same cycle for him.

"It's tradition-"

"No, it isn't-"

"Will you stop interrupting me?!" Pucey shouted, slamming his hand on the hardwood table.

Both Pansy and I flinched in pure horror. Avery hadn't been kind to Pansy. It seemed that all the males who had placed their bids also played a competition to see who would have an heir first. Pucey scolded me after finding out about Pansy, let alone the fact I had allowed her to stay in my home. Not his, mine.

Pucey cleared his throat and straightened his posture before he allowed himself to speak once again, "It will be held on the last day of February, the end of winter—therefore, the beginning of spring." 

I didn't speak, I didn't feel the need to. 

"That's Ames' birthday, you twat-"

"Blaise!" I shouted, trying to get him to stop. I didn't need him to get injured, I needed him. He was the only one who stayed with me. "It's fine."