𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | Draco Malfoy

11 | meaningless

Draco became irritated the second that Ezra came into the room. Ezra looked at me, then at Draco and frowned. "What happened last night won't happen again, you hear me? We don't fight each other here. Next time there's a problem, you come to me." Draco said sternly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, whatever." Ezra said, his black hair falling slightly over his forehead. "And we treat each other with respect here." Draco said firmly, probably talking about me because Ezra talked to Enzo about screwing me. "I know." Ezra sighed.

He filled a glass with water, his eyes set on me while he then drained it quickly. Ezra's eyes were dark, but it also made me feel quite sad in some ways because they looked so sorrowful. I wondered what happened to him to cause him to be like this.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Draco asked me, his voice still low. I nodded, grabbing onto his hand. After we'd turned around and left the kitchen, I heard the loud noise of glass breaking again. I gasped and looked behind me, where I saw Ezra leaning with both hands on the counter, panting.

"Just leave it." Draco sighed, bringing me upstairs. When we entered my room, I closed the door behind me. "What just happened?" I asked worriedly, rapidly closing my window because it was starting to storm outside. "He's jealous." Draco said.

Jealous? He doesn't even know me. The only time he ever touched me was when he was forcefully dragging me out of Riley's apartment.

"I feel bad for him." I said, sitting down on my bed, pulling a soft blanket over my legs. "Are you serious?" Draco asked me, frowning. Of course he didn't understand. "He looks so sad. I don't know what happened to him but no one deserves to feel that way." I muttered.

Draco sat down next to me, sighing. "I mean, his childhood was pretty shit. But that doesn't excuse his behavior. We've all been through something."

I was rather curious. Maybe it was disrespectful to ask about someone else's childhood, but maybe I was able to understand Ezra and talk to him some day. "What was his childhood like?" I asked, bringing my legs up to my chest.

"His parents were abusive. Both loyal Death Eaters. Ezra didn't want to be one, but was forced to. He and Kieran had a sister too. Elena. She didn't want to be a Death Eater and refused to participate in any type of way. Ezra stood with her for a while, but his parents forced him to get the Dark Mark. Then Voldemort forced him to kill his sister for revenge."

Throughout this small story all I could feel was compassion. No one deserved to go through this. "That's awful.." I whispered, shaking my head. Ezra had his flaws, but a childhood like that did leave its scars. "Still not an excuse to talk about you in such a disrespectful way." Draco said.

"I know that. But even he deserves to be loved." I said, but apparently, judging by Draco's face, he didn't agree. "Are you gonna be the one to do that then?" He asked in a low voice.

"Who's jealous now?" I asked, tilting my head a little. Messing with him never failed to entertain me. "I'm not jealous of anyone, sweetheart." He said, laying down on his back along with me. "Do you want to test that theory?" I grinned.

He narrowed his eyes, raising his eyebrows while poking his cheek with his tongue. "What would you do if I asked Enzo to stay with me tonight?" I asked softly, my heart starting to pound when the way he looked at me changed. "I trust him—" He said, but I cut him off. "In my bed." I added.

Draco let out a deep frustrated breath, a low grunt coming from his throat. "What was that?" I asked, sitting up in bed. "That won't make you jealous, right? I better go ask him then." I said, trying to get up, but Draco grabbed my wrist with one hand, and my waist with the other, pulling me towards him, then flipping me onto my back. With him on top.