Cursed-Draco x OC

Chapter 13-dissapointment

"Are you crazy?!" Draco yelled after everyone had left except for Olivia.

"You're one to talk." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"I have a good reason."

"So do I."

"What?"

"I can't tell you. How do I know I can trust you?" Olivia snarled.

"Does anything I said to you in the giant nest even mean anything to you?"

"It means the world Draco, just like you once did." Olivia walked home.

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Olivia had gotten what Voldemort wanted but kept it hidden. She hadn't realized how powerful it was until she accidentally used it. He could never get a hold of it. She clutched the necklace in her hand and stared off into the distance.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway and Olivia stuffed the necklace into her pocket.

"Miss Blake, the dark lord has requested your presence."

Olivia walked down the long dark hallway. The closer to the room she got the more suffocating it felt. It was getting harder to breathe as she feared what would come. The door creaked as it opened and Olivia stepped through.

"Have you gotten the item I requested?" His cold voice sliced through the air.

"Not yet, my lord. The old lady is very stubborn."

"I DON'T CARE HOW STUBBORN SHE IS!" Olivia flinched at his loud voice. What had she gotten herself into? Her dad would be so disappointed. At that thought her heart cracked.

"I do not care what it takes. Get what I asked for."

"And if I refuse." Her voice was shaky.

"Lucius." Lucius left the room and came back a second later. He was guiding someone with a hood on.

"Take off the hood." The hood was removed and Olivia gasped.

Her eyes locked with similar ones. The eyes had tears in them. They looked to the ground in shame.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just let him go." Olivia couldn't hand the necklace over just yet. He would know she was lying and hurt him anyway.

"Olivia, please don't." Olivia's dad finally looked at her again. "You're better than this."

Olivia looked away and stood straighter. "I'll go get what you want. If he's harmed at all I'll destroy it."

Voldemort made a gesture for her to leave. She glanced back at her dad to see tears running down his face. Her heart shattered. She wished she could just run to him and be held in his arms, but she had to be strong.

As soon as the door shut behind her she started crying. Why had she done this? They probably would have killed her if she refused. It would probably be better than disappointing her dad.

"Are you crying?" Olivia jumped at the sudden voice.

The tall figure at the end of the hall walked to her. She looked into his beautifully gray eyes. He wiped her tears away and pulled her into his arms. She breathed in the familiar scent. Apple cinnamon and peppermint. She wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his shirt. She sobbed into his chest as he ran his hands up and down her back.