He's attractive. Very attractive. Sometimes, she has to bite her tongue from saying anything to her mother because she knows she'll get kicked out. But she can't help the way she feels towards Him. She doesn't expect him to watch her, all the time...
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"Scorpius, get out." Draco was lucky his body was broad enough to cover up Cordelia.
"Where's Cordelia?" Scorpius' voice was uneasy, "Please tell me that's not her. Tell me you guys aren't fucking—"
"It's not her," Draco shot back, trying to ignore the way Cordelia was starting to shake, pulling some covers over body. "She's at the hospital. I'll take you to see her in a minute.
Scorpius slammed the door shut, and Cordelia had officially started panicking. Draco gently slid her shirt back on, trying to comfort her the best he could, but she wouldn't let him touch her anymore.
She got off the bed, completely forgetting that her knee was hurt, and the whimper she let out made Draco pick her up bridal style, grabbing his wand out of the drawer.
"I'm going to apparate you to the hospital real quick, understand? You're going to get a room—"
She shook her head, her heart thrumming. "I can't— no, Draco please don't make me talk to those people—"
"I don't have a choice." He cut her off sharply, huffing. "You have too."
"Please," she whispered, clutching his shirt. He thought he'd never understand the way she is. "I can't— talk to strangers about me being hurt— they'll talk about me and think I'm crazy—"
She couldn't remember because her mother obliviated her for the past five minutes when she was knocked out.
Draco closed his eyes, and then reopened them, his hand sliding across her cheek. "Do you want Scorpius to find out?"
"Of course I don't," she lowered her eyes, letting go of his shirt.
"Then you have too." He told her sternly, and Cordelia didn't even know what to say.
"But—"
"Will you just shut up and do what I ask?" He slightly raised his voice, and fuck, she slipped straight back into her throat closing in on her. "For one goddamn minute."
She didn't let her face drop, didn't let her eyes close to let him know she was growing too upset to even look at him. Instead, she allowed Draco to apparate her, their bodies appearing in an alleyway so nobody would see them apparate.
They'd walked into the hospital, and Cordelia wanted to scream her lungs out. Why couldn't she talk? Why does her chest feel heavy every time she tries? She wanted to be able to shout at him, wanted to cry, wanted to do anything besides hurt on the inside and not show any of it on the outside.
As soon as they were there, she slipped out of his arms, and limped with her arms around her waist. A doctor went to her immediately after seeing her with Mr. Malfoy— he wasn't just famous in the wizarding world.
Draco had tried to reach out to her, he tried to at least say something to her, but she left him to go to a room.
He didn't understand what he'd said triggered something in her mind— again. She hadn't heard those words from anybody else except her mother and to hear it come from the person she thought at least liked her, hurt her heart.
—
The first week was horrible.
The first week that Cordelia hadn't said a word to anyone, was the only time she called into work. It was horrendous, Draco didn't know what to do, Scorpius was gone, and her mother was still on a business trip. It was just her and Draco in that house— and she hadn't spoken a single word to him.
Not one.
The second week was calm. Draco excepted that she wasn't talking, excepted that she was the way she was. In his eyes, he thought she was being difficult.
She woke up at six in the morning almost everyday, made her some breakfast, and then went for a run. Then from there, she'd make her some vanilla tea, mix some honey and lemon into it, and sit down in her room and read. She'd scroll on her phone, she'd organize a little section of her room— she didn't anything to distract herself.
As she was mixing her tea, her phone began to buzz in her back pocket. Scorpius' name popped up on the screen, and she was thankful it was FaceTime.
"Hi, Dee." She smiled at the camera weakly, "Are you okay?"
When she nodded, she hadn't seen Draco take a seat at the bar. He watched her, and before he'd walked into the kitchen, he'd gotten a notification where Scorpius posted again on instagram, a picture of him and Cordelia, saying he missed his favorite duck. He clenched his phone in his hand and tried to ignore the way he felt.
Now, he just watched her with her back turned to him, her hair in two Dutch braids and her jeans straight cut, but fit her waist well and showed the curve of her ass. Her shirt was a little bright yellow top with thin straps and a little cropped, her shoes matching the color of her shirt.
"So.. have you and my dad been getting along?" Scorp asked her, watching her shake her head yes— only because she didn't want to disappoint. "I'll tell you, it scared the shit out of me when I walked in on him and this girl. I was worried about you and the door wasn't locked— but jeez. How's your leg anyways?"
Cordelia held up her crutch, and watched him laugh, making her giggle slightly. "I—I miss you."
It was the first words she had spoken in two and half weeks, and she felt comfort knowing it was to Scorpius.
"I miss you too, don't worry, I'll be home tomorrow. Are you going out?" He asked her, watching her shake her head yes. "Where?"
"I'm going to get flowers," she spoke quietly, taking a sip of tea. "My others are dying."
When she'd turned around, her breath was nearly knocked out at the sight of Draco dressed in pajamas, his hair messy and curly from a shower, and no shirt on.
She walked out of the kitchen as fast as she could, and managed to get to the stairs when the doorbell rang, and she sighed, setting her tea down on a little table and also her phone.
When she opened the door, a man stood there, with a child in his hands. Cordelia raised her eyebrows at him, and out of the corner of her eyes she could see Draco walking towards her also.
"You're not faith," the man said dullfully.
Draco stepped behind her, "No, she's not. What are you doing here."
"This is faiths daughter," the man stated. "I can't take care of her anymore. This is faiths problem— it's not mine. Take her." He pushed the baby into Cordelia's arms, and left as soon as she had a grip on the baby.
