The Beautiful Boy and the Broken Girl | D.M - Slow updates

Hurt

My head pounds as I am awoken by a banging on my door. I knew I shouldn't have fucking drank last night. I don't know how I got back to my room, but honestly I don't care.

"Come in!" I yell as I roll over in my sheets.

The door swings open revealing Draco. "What the bloody hell do you want?" I groan as he closes the door behind him.

"I just want to talk," He says oddly calmly.

"Talk," I demand after a few seconds.

"Look, Lia. Last night, you passed out in the common room. And the fire was lit and your dress rid up."

"Ok, you perv, so?"

"I saw fresh cuts on your thigh," He admits, solemnly.

"Oh- about that," I start to defend myself.

"I'm not going to tell Mattheo because he has enough on his plate, but-" He starts.

"Ok, bye." I dismiss him, then roll over in bed.

"If you ever need someone to talk too-"

"I know how much you care about my body, but it's none of your concern anymore," I spat at him, hoping it hurt.

A few moments of silence passed before I heard the door shut. I smirked, knowing my secret was safe.

For the next few hours I sat in bed. I thought about my life and how bad it turned out. How unlucky can one person be, you know?

Time Skip: Dinner Time

There was a knock at my door around dinner time. "Come in!" I shouted for the second time today.

Pansy's raven hair could be seen out of the corner of my eye so I rolled around in bed.

"Hey," I greeted my friend.

"Hey. You okay? You weren't at breakfast or lunch," She queried me with a sweet tone.

"Too much partying last night, I feel disgusting and sick."

"I thought so. I brought you some hangover helper. I stole it from Blaise," Pansy smiled.

"Thank you, you're the best. I'll see you tomorrow, I think I'm going to keep sleeping."

"Alright, but you have to be at breakfast tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright. Love you, Pans."

"Love you too, Lia."

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When I awoke in the morning I threw on my uniform and put my hair in a low messy bun. I headed to the Great Hall and when I sat down, Mattheo slid a plate of food towards me.

I slowly shoveled the food into my mouth, carefully chewing each bite. When I finished half of it I pushed it away from myself. The clock soon echoed through the Hall, signaling it was time for class.

I walked a good amount with Pansy until we parted. When I reached the loo, I entered a stall. My hands shook as I stuck two fingers down my throat, making me gag.

Tears fell down my cheeks and soon enough the contents I had once eaten sat in the toilet. The smell of bile covered my hands but my stomach felt empty. I loved it.

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Potions was a bore. The whole time I could feel Draco's eyes on me. My leg bounced up and down, anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 9. When it finally did, I quickly packed up my belongings.

"Mrs.Rivers, please stay behind," Snape droned.

I pivoted around, my heart beating rapidly with anxiety. I swear if he give me another tut-

"Mr.Pucey will be tutoring you until you show you can keep you grades up this year," Snape declared, not even looking up at me.

"What about Malfoy?" I asked him. As much as I hated Draco, I despised Pucey even more. He's a creep.

"Mr.Malfoy seems to be too busy this year. Mr.Pucey said he was available and he understands potions more than you, so he will be tutoring you," He finished then dismissed me with a shoo.

I turned around to walk away and rolled my eyes. Fucking Pucey. I guess Draco was busy though, I barely see him. Kind of like I barely see Mattheo. But I'm almost positive he's not a deatheater, I mean why would the Dark Lord recruit Draco?