One Angel | Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott

Chapter 7

This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault and mature content.
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Weeks went by, and life has been relatively good during this time. I've made connections with people from various houses, and my academic performance has been commendable.

Interestingly, I find amusement in observing Malfoy's irritation when I outperform him in our studies. Despite this, I've intentionally kept my interactions with him minimal, avoiding unnecessary conversations. It's not fear that drives this choice but rather his past behavior towards me.

Having faced numerous challenges, I simply couldn't bring myself to deal with him on top of everything else. I've noticed his attempts to provoke me, but I've chosen to brush them off. The most recent incident occurred in the Slytherin common room about five weeks ago when I confronted him for attempting to intrude into my thoughts.

Theo has approached me multiple times, offering excuses for Malfoy's actions, claiming he wasn't trying to invade my mind. However, I see through the facade, dismissing it as pure bullshit.

On another note, their Quidditch team suffered a defeat against Gryffindor in the first match I was watching, also about five weeks ago. Strangely, I found satisfaction not in the team's loss but specifically in Malfoy's failure. His actions, such as beating Miles unconscious and removing him from the team, since he was the team leader, led to their downfall. With no Keeper, Bole had to step in, resulting in their loss.

Reflecting on these events, I even tried to thank Malfoy for standing up for me, despite my dislike of him.

So, one day, four weeks earlier...

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I entered the classroom because of detention, recognizing only Malfoy among the students. He was there for almost killing Miles. I was here because I sneaked out after curfew to find out what Malfoy and Theo were up to with my father, and also because I was in the boys locker room. Also odd when I think about it, how could Malfoy know I was getting detention before it occurred.

Anyways, choosing to sit beside him, he lifted his head from the table and looked at me with the same expression as always, also surprised at why I took the seat next to him.

I calmly expressed my gratitude.
"I want to thank you, not thank you for almost making your friend unconscious but for standing up for me"

However, his response, filled with disgust and denial, immediately triggered my temper, leaving me taken aback by his ungratefulness.

"He's not my friend- and I didn't do it for you"

I was kind enough to thank him and this is what I got back.

"Why did you do it?" I questioned calmly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him getting under my skin.

"To teach him some manners. And besides, he never touched you during that night"

The words caught in my throat. Malfoy knew the truth about Miles and what happened that night, and he kept me in the dark by not saying anything.

"Why couldn't you have told me?" The hurt in my voice replaced the anger, but he remained unconcerned.

"Why would I tell you? I don't care; it's your fault."