𝑃𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟(𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦)

Day 1.

I'm woken up by a shooting pain in my arm.

And the mark on my arm grows the tiniest bit.

It's feels so sore and nothing I do is helping it go away, the only thing that soothes it is running cold water under it.

After I do that I go back asleep for about ten more minutes and then there is a knock on my door.

" come in " I say running my eyes, I sit up in my bed when Narcissa comes in.

She has tea and toast.

She's not as horrible as Malfoy and Lucius, but I can't just trust her immediately, not after what her family has done to mine.

She places it onto my bed " is it poisoned ? " I ask, coldly but then I remember.

" oh shit- I'm sorry I wasn-"

She stops me " it's okay, that's how I used to cope with my traumatic experiences too, dark humour "

" I want you to know, I feel for you I really do, my husband isn't a good man, but I'm in this family and I can't go against him, but I just want to let you know I don't hate you"

" thank you for telling me all of this but it won't save me, I'm probably not going to make it out of this alive, I wouldn't put it past Tom, I don't have my wand, I'm defenceless "

She rubs my arm, making me hiss slightly " has it gotten bigger ? "

I nod " only a tiny bit "

She nods giving me an apologetic look " I better leave you to eat your food "

" am I allowed get my own food here, or do I have to ask Lucius ? " I ask as she stands up.

" no you can get food whenever you wish to "

" thanks " is all I say taking a bite of my toast.

She walks out and closes the door.

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After I finish my breakfast I get dressed into a a dark blue cardigan with a black tank top underneath it with flared jeans.

After I got ready I decide to " explore " this house, since I've never been in it, and I'm going to be staying here a while.

When I leave my room, I see Malfoy leaving his.

His is the first door on the corridor.

Every other room is just another guest room.

Malfoys POV
I leave my room and I see Marshall leaving hers.

Its awkward, we haven't talked since our little argument.

She doesn't want to be friends, she's made it clear.

But I don't, I want to be able to talk to her without having a fight.

But she's right, I'm dumb to think that we can still be friends, especially after everything I've done to her.

But being "enemies "doesn't feel natural for me anymore.

I want to make it up to her.

I can't believe I'm admitting that.

I just can't pretend to hate her, because i don't.

" where are you going ? " I ask, that came out meaner than it was meant to be.