Slytherin Pride

I Cant Leave

Draco's POV

Gin had just left. My lips were on fire. Wow, Potter was one lucky guy. Then, all the stuff I was trying to drive from my mind returned. Aunt Bella. My fathers trial. My mother. I quickly reached for my back pockets to feel for the folded parchment. After the train ride back I decided to keep the letter on me. Always. It was there. I sighed and pulled it out. "Lumos." I muttered. My wand tip glowed, and I read the letter from my mother. Telling me to be kind. I had never listened. I stuffed it back in my pocket and slipped back into the castle. I walked down the corridor silently. I was now around midnight. I had just gotten to the portrait when an urgent voice whisper yelled, "Malfoy." I turned to see Granger standing, panting just a few feet in front of me. "Malfoy! I need to ask you something. It's important...It's about Gin." This caught my attention. "What happened? Did someone see her? Someone was watching us..." She sighed and her wet cheeks flushed. "Uh...that was sort of me..." I was fixing to slap her. "You scared the hell out of Ginny!" She nodded "I know, I know. It's...she likes you, well like isn't the right word. More like idolizes. Or adores. Or...well. That would be kind of embarrassing to say." I was grinning and was blushing like mad. "S-she likes-no. Adores me." Granger rolled her eyes. "Yes. The thing is, she doesn't think you like her." My smile fell. "What? Why? Did I say something? Or..." I was kind of panicking. "I'm really not good at this stuff." She looked dumbfounded. "What stuff?" I sighed. I hated to admit my feelings. "This. Girls. Dating." Her mouth went slack, but she quickly recovered. "You don't have to play innocent with me. I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't come straight from fucking someone. Probably going to fuck another one as well." My face paled. It was already sheet white but when I looked down at my hands they looked transparent, but I was sure my cheeks would match Ginny's hair. "I-I'm a-a virgin...am I that bad?" She was speechless. Face totally slack. Wide eyed. "I'm so...sorry. But...Pansy. And your reputation...other guys would...I just thought...I mean, thats good-" I sighed and cut her off "Pansy actually tried to put me under the imperious curse just to...do that. But I withstood it. So she-she tortured me instead." Granger gasped. "She...she did that. Just because. You didn't have...have sex with her?" I nodded. " Might have. But we were in third year. Thirteen. I didn't want a pregnant brat walking around. Especially with my baby." She nodded, looking awkward and embarressed. "Look, Malfoy...I'm really sorry, I just..." I held up a hand. "I'm tired of people pitying me. I live with Death Eaters. And now I also share a manor with an escaped Azkaban prisoner." She gasped again. "You're-you're housing Bellatrix?!" I nodded. "Well, we should turn her in..." I just shook my head. "Well...maybe we could-" I cut her off. "Look. I know you were on Harry Potter's side. And there's 'always' a way. But I wasn't on that side. I was on the other side. Then, after we lost, I was shoved into a unused manor to sulk in darkness all summer. Then my aunt broke out and asked us to hide her. She tortures me everyday. My father doesn't stop her. But he has a trial next week. He will no longer be able to even think to stop her, because he's getting a Kiss! And Mother is now on the brink of death and she gets blasted away every time she tries to tell her dear sister to stop!" I was panting and heavy tears threatened to run down my face. I was studying the now interesting floor. "Malfoy, why don't you just run away? Your seventeen right? Just move away." I was getting angry. "You just don't get it Granger." I said through gritted teeth. "Then explain it." I sighed. "I live with Aunt Bella! She would kill me. And kill my family. Then, if someone was somehow spared, they'd be sent to Azkaban. For treason against the Ministry. I LIVE WITH MURDERERS! My mother...she's going to die....my father who I've always looked up to is a fucking...well murderer. That's going to lose his very soul the following week. I can't leave, or I would've left when I was around eight." Granger looked really disheveled. "I'm sorry to burst your happy endings bubble, but my story is never going to have one." I then added. "I adore Ginny, too," really confidently. Then rushed away leaving Granger alone. The portrait huffed. I heard it say loudly, "Are you going to say the password, or are you interested in just standing here all night?!"

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