Astraea Malfoy- The eyes,, so simple, yet so telling, fragile, broken,and deep. Those eyes that I never once saw as boring or bland,, The eyes I once dreaded seeing, but grew to crave any day I didn't see them.
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It's Thursday night and I'd planned on sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower to look at the stars. Something in my gut was telling me not to, though I brushed it off as a stomach bug, or me being tired, and got dressed.
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I put on my Converse and headed to the Astronomy Tower. Once I get there, I see a bit sitting on the floor, in the corner, and I see that he's smoking a cigarette. I wonder how he was able to get those here. Thank whatever god I brought my vapes with me, and thank whatever god that nobody knows I have them. Draco would kill me if he knew. I sit on the floor at the other corner and dangle my legs off of the edge as I put my headphones in to think. I don't start my music though, as I see the boy stand up. I think he's going to leave, but then he starts walking towards me and the pit in my stomach comes back. He sits next to me and says something that I can't quite make out, so I take my headphones out and put them back in their case, as to not be rude and to say I hadn't heard what he had said.
"Would you like one?" He asks. I look at him confused and he pulls out a pack of the same cigarettes that he was smoking a minute ago. 'His eyes' I notice. 'They look so calm.' I think to myself.
"No, thank you. I don't-" I start to say.
"You were staring at me," he says cutting me off, then continues, "I thought, either you were judging me, you thought I was hot, or you wanted one."
"You know what? Sure." I respond and he hands me one with a semi shocked expression on his face. "What?" I ask.
"Nothing. Just didn't expect 'The Princess's to smoke," he says jokingly.
"Talking to me, about me in third person now, are we?" I ask and he smirks at me but doesn't respond. "Stop with the smirking and hand me your lighter. And with that, he grabbed a lighter out of his pocket and looks back at me. 'Those eyes.' I think to myself. 'There's so much there, in his eyes, but it's like I can't quite reach it.'
"Keep it." He says goodbye and walks away. He never told me his name. And now I wonder, is he even a student here? I put my headphones back in and lay back to look at the stars. I finish my cigarette with my headphones still in from after he left and stand up to head back to my dorm room. I get to the hallway that leads to the Slytherin halls, but before I turn into the hall, I get pulled into an obviously otherwise empty room. I screech out of surprise.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Pucey, Adrian Pucey, and I want you to take off your clothes." As he responds, I stand still, in shock.
"What? No! I don't know you." I speak, terrified. He walks closer to me, so close I can feel his breath in my neck.
"Do as I say," he says stern but calm. It sends shivers down my spine.
"I said no!" I finally choke out the words. He smacks me so hard, and the tears that I fought so hard to hold back, came pooling out of my eyes. They covered my stained cheeks making the hit burn less.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and a tall figure walks in. 'Thank fuck it's dark and they can't see me crying.'
"What the hell is going on in here?" The tall figure demands an answer, but I can't speak.
"Mind your business Weasley. This doesn't concern you," Pucey yells back at him.
"It only concerns him if he cares that you're harassing me." I practically yell through the tears.
"I wasn't harassing you. You were just being a tease." And with those words, my heart shattered.
"No. You're just a man-whore, not even a man, just a whore!" I scream, and that was the last thing I could remember. I could feel arms around me but couldn't see or hear anything. It's like everything went black. I had gotten smacked again, or punched.
