Only for me | Draco Malfoy

24.

The plan I thought of in the early hours of the morning was a complete success.

It only took a yell down the stairs to my father that I had a ride to school for him to leave the house without looking back.

It only took a simple text to Kaitlin saying I was sick to know she'd tell anyone who would listen.

All it took was turning off my phone to be left in complete silence, both in the real and social world.

And, despite the fact that I was perfectly peaceful, sitting on my couch in my pyjamas, squishing skittles together between my fingertips before popping them in my mouth, there was one nagging thought in the back of my mind.

My pills remained at school, and school was not a place I intended to visit for, well, as long as I could avoid it.

The weed was effective. It caused my mind to slow down. It made me unconcerned. It made me not feel as strongly. But the pills made me feel nothing at all.

The doorbell rang, interrupting my mesmerising viewing of a woman crying and cursing from the top of the staircase on TV. It made no difference that she was speaking Spanish and I couldn't understand a word she said. Regardless, I was sucked into the drama of daytime television. I ignored the annoying tone as much as I could before the knocking began.

"Angeline! I know you're in there somewhere. I can hear the television." The voice made me roll my eyes.

As I moved towards the door, I kept my gaze fixed on the TV screen. After all, I didn't want to miss out on the action. I looked through the peephole to confirm my fears. When I flung open the door, there stood Draco. He appeared to be in good shape. Is Draco always this good-looking? He was holding a white plastic bag, and the aroma wafting towards my noise confirmed that it was takeout.

I only noticed these things for a split second because the moment I saw him holding my backpack, my attention was completely focused on that.

"You are sick, according to Kaitlin." Draco said, causing my eyes to return to his face for a brief moment before snapping back down to my bag.

"I brought soup."

"Thanks." I mumbled as I reached for my backpack.

He handed it over without hesitation, and I quickly took it inside, placing it on the coffee table in front of my couch and sitting on my knees.

"Angeline, you don't look half bad. Kaitlin said that you had the flu." Draco spoke through the door.

I guess he thought the still-open door was an invitation and came in, because I heard the door close again. I was too preoccupied with digging through my backpack to confirm that theory with my eyes.

My stomach stirred as I rummaged through the pockets, ripping loose papers and trinkets from them and tossing them on the floor. They were not there. Why hadn't they shown up? I'd forgotten about them.

"You're not going to find them, Angeline." Draco said calmly, and I noticed he was standing behind the couch, worriedly looking at me.

"When I grabbed your backpack, they fell out. You said that they were yours."

"They are mine." I yelled at him.

I considered feeling embarrassed that Draco had seen them, but I didn't. I was only filled with rage.

"You are not prescribed them." Draco went on, walking around the couch and taking a seat in front of me.

"They were prescribed to your father years ago."