The Slytherin party was happening downstairs that next night, but Draco didn't want to go. All he wanted to do was sit in his room and quietly sulk to himself. Or scold himself for being so stupid.
"Draco?" Theo had entered their dorm and closed the door. He was partying down there with Blaise.
Draco only moved his head towards Theo as he walked over. Draco sat on the edge of his bed.
"What are you thinking about?" Theo asked as he stood in front of him. Draco pulled up his sleeve.
"Is there anyway to get rid of this?" He asked as his fingers softly rested on his tattoo.
"It's supposed to fade over the years.." Theo trailed off quietly, pulling up his own sleeve to inspect.
"I want it to go away faster, do you know how?" He asked with desperate eyes.
"Draco.. don't worry about it." Theo went to sit next to him. "These tattoos tell a story. A story of strength. We survived. Not many people can say that Draco."
"I don't want to survive any longer with this on my arm." Draco looked at Theo, again, with desperate eyes.
"Please Draco," Theo started. "I know how you must be feeling. But right now this tattoo shouldn't be inhabiting your thoughts. Fixing your friendship with Y/n should."
Draco pulled his sleeve down. "She said she regrets talking to me, that she should have never trusted a death eater."
Theo looked on with sad eyes. "She didn't mean it. Sometimes we say things we don't mean. Understand that she was just hurt. I'm sure she really misses you."
Draco scoffed quietly. "She doesn't."
Theo only shook his head.
"Would you like to be left alone?"
"Yeah, please." Draco said, slouching lower as he rested his head on his hand.
"Come down and join anytime you want mate." He said quietly as he left and closed the door.
Draco eyed his drawer. He opened it and stuffed his hand deep inside to try and find any of his remaining cigarettes.
He twirled it in his hand as he thought.
He used to smoke. It wasn't a big event in his life. Mathew had encouraged him to do it once, and since then he had done it secretly, until Blaise caught him. Then, he was disappointed in himself.
Tonight was another night where he felt disappointed. He quickly walked out of his room and walked through the many people dancing and singing the songs together. He felt a few pats on his back, probably congratulating him for winning the game and being the reason why this party was happening in the first place.
He had jeans on and a dark green knitted jumper. One hand was in his pocket while the other hand twirled the cigarette around with his fingers. He debated on whether he should light it.
He slowly turned the corner, trying to take as much time as he could. He wanted to waste as much time.
Two voices had interrupted his thoughts. When he looked up he regretted it. Mathew had Y/n up against the wall, and his heart started beating quickly. He could see them from down the dark hallway. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything anyway, he had no right.
The voices didn't sound pleasant though when he listened closer. Y/n had suddenly smacked her head against Mathew's causing him to groan as he held his forehead. Draco's eyes widened.
"Why would you do that?!" Mathew demanded furiously as he took Y/n's shoulders and pushed her into the wall. Y/n tried squirming.
Draco immediately made his way, pushing Mathew off of her to the floor, and then started to kick him in the ribs. Over, and over, until Mathew groaned and surrendered, turning over to shield himself.
"She's not going to forgive you after this Malfoy." Mathew muttered. He kicked him one last time and heard a crack.
Draco turned to Y/n. "Are you okay?" He asked.
She tried glaring but it was more of a grimace. Her nose bled a little and when she moved her head off the wall, there was a splotch of blood there.
"I'm going to Madam Pomfrey.." she whispered to the floor as she started walking towards the infirmary in a wobbly manner. She didn't get very far when she used the pillar to hold herself up. He quickly came to her, but never attempted to hold her.
"She's not there, it's late."
Y/n only stared at him. "How many languages do I have to say 'leave me alone' in?" She asked.
"I'd apologise back in the languages you told me to leave me alone in. Every single one."
She sighed and looked at the floor.
"I appreciate you beating him up for me."
"No, actually, I don't."
She turned and walked off slowly, he couldn't help but not hold her arm for support. "Malfoy—"
"—just let me. I have supplies in my room, and then after I help you can leave. I promise I won't ever try again." He tried. He lied about not ever trying again though.
She sighed, resting her hand at the back of her head. She took it off and looked down at her hand covered in blood now.
"Fine.." she whispered as she walked on and he helped her. He helped her to his from without any pestering questions from anyone and closed the door behind them. He sighed. It was just a few days ago when the secret of the bet was revealed and now she was in his room. He could fix this. Maybe.
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Betting On Her (d.m x reader)
Romance"Draco?" Y/n asked again, stopping again when Daphne had pulled her a few feet away. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he shut it. Pure regret was only written in his eyes. He had no excuse. He did it, and now he had to face the consequ...
