BAD INTENTION - [D.M.]

Five

Aliya's POV
Hogwarts - October 1996

I have been hiding in my room the entire day. I let Daphne believe I am sick. My body won't move an inch. I am a victim of my embarrassment. Why couldn't I just be more careful? I stare at the ceiling. I cried enough last night, my tears are used up. I just want to go back in time to when I would have really gone to the toilet, then all of this wouldn't happen. The whole scenario plays over and over in my head and I just wanna bury myself and never come back. I turn around and my face hits the pillow while I scream at the top of my lungs. I gasp for air after that. I am about to scream again when I heard a knock on my door. Oh lord have mercy. Please go away. Please. Please. Please. I hold my breath and remain quiet. I sit up as quietly as I can and watch my door. No one knocks again. But a piece of paper lies under my door. I don't even want to open it. I get up carefully. I don't want to make any noise. I grab the paper and lie back on my bed as I open it.
If your little pathetic bodyguard Malfoy threatens me again, I will make the whole school believe that you are the biggest slut they have ever seen. Do not mess with me, Baker. It's my last year here, I don't have anything to lose.
Fuck you, Malfoy.

Draco's POV

Pansy lays on my bed, still naked. She is good in bed, but that is the only thing she is good at. I pick up her clothes from the floor and throw them at her face before I take a shower. I hope she is gone as soon as I come out. I lock my bathroom door and turn the shower on. The hot water touching my skin makes me groan a little. I wet my hair and as my whole head is under the water I hear screams from my room. Someone tells Pansy to get out. A female voice I believe. It's hard to tell when the shower is running. They argue, but I heard how the door gets shut and locked. A banging starts at my bathroom door. "Get the fuck out, Malfoy!" Now I recognize the voice. Miss Baker is standing in front of my bathroom. How exciting. I turn the shower off and step out. I put a towel around my waist and finally open the door.
"Welcome, darling," I wink at her and lean against the door frame.
"Muffilato," she mumbles.
"Oh wow, this is serious."
"What were you thinking? Are you stupid? Why do I even ask? Of course, you are!" She starts pacing back and forth in my dorm. I look at her confused. Finally, she hands me the piece of paper. I read it twice and smile to myself. "Yeah, funny, right?"
"Hilarious," I answer smirking.
"God, I hate you!"
"I get that a lot," I laugh. "Why are you panicking? Huh? No one believes what he says."
"But what if he really tells everyone I am a liar-" She stops as she realizes what she was saying.
"You are hiding something," I tell her and go closer to her.
"I am not." She tries to defend herself.
"Yes, you are!" I shout.
"And why do you care?" She turns around. Her face is only inches away from mine. I need to focus.
"I don't."
"Then why do you act like it?" Now she is grinning, it's an evil grin. She knows exactly what she is doing.
"Leave."
"No." She stands there so confidently but breaks eye contact. "What is this book doing here? Huh? You borrowed it from the library after I read it. Why?" I don't answer. "You are stalking me."
"Because you are hiding something," I defend myself.
"You are so interested in me, Malfoy. Now you are the pathetic one." She pushes herself away from me and walks to the door. "If you do anything like that again, I will kill you."
"You wouldn't," I mutter as she opens the door.
"Oh, I would."
"I wanna see that."

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Aliya's POV
Hogwarts - November 1996

"Adrian Pucey is missing," says Daphne shocked as she reads the newspaper. There is no way. I almost choke on my breakfast. I search for the blond hair at the table. Malfoy is nowhere to be found. Has he killed him? There is no way he did that.
"I wanna see that."
I will actually kill him if he did this. "Hello, are you listening?" Daphne tries to get my attention. "He just disappeared."
"Yeah, yeah, tragic. I heard you," I try to say casually.
"You don't seem surprised." Fuck.
"I am, but I am just really tired and I don't feel well. That's all."
"What? You were just sick, the Sunday after the Hufflepuff party," says Daphne.
"Yeah, I know, I drank too much that night. Now I feel like I might get a cold."
"I told you to wear a jacket, it's not as warm as in America." I just nod, hopefully, we will switch themes now.