EIethereal

Chapter 6

Walking down the halfway hand hand hand with Draco on the way to The Great Hall I was too engaged talking with Draco about our plans on the weekend that we weren't watching knowing we were close by. My shoulder bumped into someone's hard, looking over I saw it was Ronald Weazly who was chuckling at himself. What could possibly be so funny to him besides his own pressince?

"What's so funny Weazly?" Draco scold.

"The both of you. Thinking you're both so high and mighty. You're just two gits that are going to get what's coming.''  He snarls becoming chest to chest with Draco while looking down at me.

"The only one with anything coming to them is you blood traitors for talking to the mudblood." Draco said, directing his attention to the redhead slightly behind the boy trying to pull him away from the pair.

"You think we don't know what you did this summer, what the both of you did. Selling your soul to." I grabbed onto Ron's hand pulling him down to my level, my hands slowly heating up unbeknownst to me having a tight grip on his wrist.

"You know, Ronald the reason why your family is in the position you're in now is because you talk to people like me the way you are now. You may be a blood tratior but you arent stupid." He looked down towards his wrist. He moved his wrist from my hand but I pulled him further down.

"You and your friends should stop digging in places that shouldn't be dug. We have it handled Weesely." He hissed, looking down I saw some smoke coming from my palms. I let go looking down at my palms. I never meant to do that.

"I'm sorry?" Why am I apologizing? I should be enjoying hurting him, right? Only when I want to. But he deserved it? Why did it happen without me knowing? I've been working my ass off on control why did this git set me off?

"What are you." He seethed, everyone outside the Great Hall was surrounding the scene in front of us just seeing that Ron was gripping his wrist and I was looking at my hand. All the commotion around me felt more like a buzz not hearing what was going on. I was still stuck in my own head thinking about how I lost control.

"Shut up Wesley." Draco shouted. His hands ment my shoulders guiding me back to the prefect dorms.

"I never meant for that to happen, Draco. My magic usually does what I want when I want it to. I didn't want that. What's happening?" I began to panic. Draco's arms wrapped around my small frame trying to get my attention.

"I don't know darling, we'll figure it out."

"Draco you don't understand I've been working all summer from day break to 4 am working overtime for control so I can come back to school and not have to stay there for long. If he finds out he'll drag me back till war. It can't happen again." He nodded realizing how scared Y/N really was, she might portray confidence but now that he took a step back from his wallowing and looked at her she's in her own head trying to be just as perfect as he is.

"Darling I have been trying to be perfect my entire life. I will help you. This won't happen again. I'll be here." she nodded into his chest.

"Now breathe tidy up, we are going back out there our heads held up because we will not have Wesley make us retreat." She let out a chuckle into his chest but moved to a mirror in their dorm fixing her hair and robes.

" I am one of the most powerful witches in this generation." She whispered under her breath looking at herself. She grabbed his hand walking out of the dorm into the great hall, all the eyes turned to the people entering the hall late. She looked toward the Gryffindor table seeing Ron glaring at her with a bandage on his wrist. She smirked following Draco to the Slytherin table to eat. Even though he poker face is on, she's pushing the memory of her losing control away the more she doesnt think about it the more she won't have to explain to him why people are asking why the Weasley was hurt after talking to Y/n.

"Love?' Draco leaned down to her as they sat to eat, Pansy droning on about god knows what apparently talking to everyone at our table but also no one since everyone else seems to be in a different conversation.

"Yes." her voice soft breaking out of deep thought.

"After dinner, come to the room with me." He stopped referring to the room of requirements by its name, scared of people specifically Potter and his noesy bunch hearing. I nodded smiling up at him.

"Please eat." He pressed his lips to my temple. Squishing my cheeks, my lips pucking her presses his lips on mine. I let out a genuine laugh at him getting out of my head taking my first bite of my dinner and tuning into what Pansy was saying.

Note: idk why I never updated this I've had this in my drafts for a year lol