The Plight- Malfoy x Reader

Compromises

I barley acknowledged Draco or Lucius that night at dinner. I could feel Draco's eyes on me which I refused to meet.

I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and I was only barley keeping a lid on my temper. I could feel it in my body, like a cork before it pops.

"We should go buy you both new robes for Hogwarts sooner rather than later, so you aren't scrambling last minute... again," Lucius said, directing the last part at Draco, "We can go next weekend and we can stop to get your textbooks as well."

"Yes father," Draco said. Then I felt both their eyes on me.

"Y/N?" Lucius said with practiced calm.

I looked at him with mock innocence adding, "Hm?"

"Did you hear what I said?" he followed up with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes. I can't wait," I said sarcastically and flashing a fake smile.

He let out an exasperated breath.

"What is it now?"

"Do you truly want me to answer? Or are you going to tell me it wasn't really a question?"

He smiled tightly.

"Are you going to be smart with me or tell me why, exactly, you're being extra disagreeable this evening?"

"What's it matter? You'll just tell me I'm a child and have no idea the difference between right and wrong and completely disregard how I'm feeling or tell me I can't make a single decision on my own and that I have the Malfoy name and that that comes with responsibility. So no, I'm not going to tell you."

The air became tense as Lucius's face turned cold.

"Now you listen here girl," Lucius warned, pointing at the table, "I'm the adult and you're the child—"

"That's exactly what I already told you you'd say. Could you be any more predictable—"

"Enough!" he snapped with a raised voice and I jumped a little.

"Don't yell at me!" I shot back.

"I'm not—!" he stopped and took a breathe, lowering his voice and adding with forced restraint, "yelling."

Draco was trying to hide a smile.

"Both of you are insufferable!" I said throwing my napkin on the table and shoving out my chair to get up to leave.

"Wha—I didn't even say anything!" Draco defended as I turned to walk out of the dining room.

"Y/N! Dinner is not over! Come back to the table this instant," Lucius called after me as I fled the room in anger.

I ignored him and trailed up the stairs and back to my room, and— with the utmost satisfaction—slammed the door.

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The next morning there was a light burst of knocks on my door.

I pulled the covers over my head.

I'd skipped breakfast this morning and it was 15 minutes past the time I usually started cotillion classes.

Madam Dupont's voice was on the other side of the door, calling my name.

"Miss, are you in there?" she called with another round of knocks.

I grabbed a pillow and putting it over my head to muffle the sound of her voice.

I heard the the retreating footsteps of her heels.

Ten minutes later I heard three forceful pounds on my door, then the jiggling of the door handle.

I ensured the door was locked last night for this very reason.