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3|| You're not leaving.

She was still shaking, flinching at every little move I did. I couldn't believe what I've just done, now she was scared. And all because I was impatient. I could brew the stupid love potion, she would give herself for me without me forcing her; well as much as I can say. She was sobbing onto my shoulder, crying her heart out.

I've never been good with my words, nor I'm now. I held onto her even tighter, as her eyes shut with fear, not knowing what I'm about to do next. I wanted to give her space, I really did. It was just that I couldn't. If I would, she would be running into Riddle's arms any moment. Forgetting about me, well I hope she thinks about me so if, she has something to forgot. But now I'm sure I gave her a reason to think about me. As much she can hate me, she won't.

And even though my plan may seem a little unrealistic, I will make everything work. I pulled her even closer to me, if it was even possible. "Do I make you uncomfortable, darling?" I asked softly, breathing the silence. She took a deep breath, and her shut eyes went wide all of sudden. "Are you fucking kidding me, Malfoy?," She muttered under her breath, standing up. I shot her a confused look, and she continued this now with even more upset tone.

"You just fucking raped me, and you dare to fucking ask me if you make me uncomfortable? Do you even sometimes think, Malfoy?" She yelled at me, tears still running down her face. I was slowly tensing up, she was pushing my anger onto the edge. I was about to speak, when she interrupted me. "Or your father is the one that thinks for you all the fucking time?" She shouted, now even louder.

That was it.

I stood up immediately, rushing towards her. I saw her pupils get bigger out of fear. She turned around, seeing nothing but locked door. I pushed her against it, my hand around her throat. "Dare to repeat?" I asked still trying my hardest not to hit her. She looked into my eyes, shaking her head no. "Not so brave, are you now?" I fumed with a frown, still looking into her eyes.

She froze, not even daring to blink. Her thoughts about Riddle from earlier made me even more mad, I felt my nails dipping into my skin, knuckles white. She looked at me with glossy eyes, lips trembling, likely she was scared of me. She should be, she doesn't know what I'm capable of, I have done things that would shock everyone, if they would ever find out about my darkest secrets.

I punched the wall beside her head, and she flinched, hard. She fell onto the ground, hugging her knees tightly, mumbling something. I looked at my knuckles, now all bloody and bruised. She was suffering to breathe, now trying her best to calm down, still muttering something under her breath. I punched the wall once more, few of my knuckles being broken probably by now.   

"P-please don't hurt me," she stuttered, now burying her head in her lap. "Please, I beg you. N-no more, it hurts please. Don't hurt me any more." She mumbled again, but her words were
clear, and I suddenly felt feeling of guilt wash over my body.

For a second I felt sorry for what I did, or part of me did. But the other part of me didn't regret any of this. I would do this one hundred times again if I would get to see that perfect body of hers. I sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "I won't hurt you, I promise." I whispered, placing her on my lap to hug her.

"And how I'm supposed to trust you after what you've done to me?" She said quietly, curious of my next movements. I was quiet, honestly this was the first time, Draco Malfoy didn't had response to something. I couldn't answer to her, since I didn't had idea myself. "I just think you should." I said casually, shrugging my shoulders. She looked at me with the 'are you being serious right now?' look, before pushing herself of off me.

"And how do you think that works, huh?" She screamed into my face, and I immediately stood up again, feeling anger rush through my veins. I seen the look of terror on her face, but she continued yelling.