𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

6 | the fine art of bullshit

I lied, Enzo didn't call my name.

Still, I went downstairs as if he had, hearing Malfoy leaving my room. Being mean to him was so much easier, I wasn't good at all this nice stuff.

"How did it go?" Enzo asked me worriedly, getting up from the table. He walked towards me, checking if I was okay. "Good, actually. I stabbed him." I said, grinning. Enzo laughed, shaking his head. "I'm proud of you." He said. I looked down at his hands, his knuckled were all bruised and bloody.

"Seriously.." I sighed, grabbing him by his wrist, dragging him towards the kitchen. "You heal his wounds but don't take care of your own?" I said, sitting down on the kitchen counter. "Where's the first aid kit?" I asked him.

Enzo opened a cabinet on his left, taking out the kit and giving it to me. I saw Malfoy entering the kitchen from the corner of my eye, but I didn't look at him. I grabbed Enzo's hand, cleaning the dried up blood away with a wet cloth.

"You shouldn't use your hands to injure him, you'll only hurt yourself." I said, holding onto his hand while Malfoy sat down a few feet away from us. "I know, I guess I was just angry and wasn't thinking clearly." Enzo said softly.

"Shouldn't you spend time with h—" Theo said to Malfoy, who then cut him off. "Yeah, whatever." He sneered. I ignored this.

"What did he say to you down there?" Enzo asked me while I poured a large amount of rubbing alcohol onto a cloth. "The usual. First apologize, tell me that it wouldn't happen again. Then I finally stood up for myself and he got angry, so I did too." I said.

I put the cloth on his knuckles, and Enzo gritted his teeth in pain, making me laugh softly. "Are you laughing at me?" He panted with a grin, while I patted the wounds clean. "Yes, I am." I smiled.

I looked to my right, my smile fading when I met eyes with Malfoy who's eyes were shooting daggers. Was he seriously that angry about me pushing his hand away? His lip was either curled up in disgust or anger, I didn't quite understand.

Enzo placed his hand next to me on the counter while I wrapped the bandage around his hand, taping it. "Looks good." I said, placing everything back in the kit before closing it. "Thanks, you're an angel." Enzo said, grinning.

He held my hand while I hopped off the counter, what made me smile again. We sat down to have lunch, and I had almost entirely forgotten about the incident with Riley.

Earlier I noticed that Malfoy's eyes looked softer, but that was now also gone for some reason. "How did things go last night?" I asked Enzo. For the first time in three days, I was able to eat without feeling sick. "Not so well. We think that Lydia's missing." He said sternly, making tea for himself.

"We're not the only ones out there, you know. There are more people like us, but they don't do it for revenge, just for power instead." Enzo told me. I wanted to ask this question before. When I read the newspapers there were loads of articles about missing people or murders.

"They're our enemies. They know us. So going out does have a risk, but we're always armed." Enzo said.

I didn't particularly like Ezra, but if Lydia really was missing or dead, I'd be pretty painful for him. I didn't know why Lydia was his ex instead of girlfriend, but it wasn't my place to ask.

"But anyways, how was your night?" Enzo asked me. He looked at Malfoy for a moment, who was still looking at us with that angry face. "It was alright. I woke up just once." I said, tempted to ask what Malfoy's problem was. "Oh, wow." Enzo grinned.

I wanted to ask Enzo to stay with me tonight, but Malfoy was sitting right infront of us, so that was a bad idea. They were friends, but the way Malfoy looked at him made me believe he was his biggest enemy in that moment.