BAD INTENTIONS - [D.M.]

Twelve

Aliya's POV
Hogwarts - February 1997

Last month I did everything so he would fall for me. Literally everything. Include having his dick in my mouth and I usually avoid that with guys. We didn't get caught. Yet. But we didn't talk about making us official either. It's a late Friday now, I am exhausted. I just finished my essay and now all I want to do is sleep, till I meet up with Draco tonight. I want to unlock my door, but it's already open. Has he made it here early? "Hello," I say into the room which seems empty. No one answers so I close the door behind me and keep heading inside. I spot Daphne on my bed, I gave her the extra key. "Oh, hey! How are you?" She doesn't answer. She is looking down at a book. "What are you reading?" I ask. She still remains silent, but finally moves. She holds up a black book. I recognize the back...that is my diary. Fuck. I drop the books in my hand. I think I am as white as the wall behind me.
"How are you, Selah?" Shit, shit, shit.
"Daphne, look- I- uh- I can expla-"
"I don't want a fucking explanation, Aliya! I want the truth!" She waits for an answer.
"You just read it," I mumble.
"It's true that you lied to me? It's true you have been fucking Malfoy? You could have fucked everyone, but him?! It's true your mother was murdered?" She throws so many questions at my head right now, but I can only agree. I take my wand and point it at her.
"Obli-"
"Don't you dare to do this!" A tear rolls down my cheek as I lower my wand again. "Wow." She jumps off my bed and pushes me away to make her way to the door.
"Daphne, wait-" I shout, but she just slams the door.
She can't get to Draco before I do, it would destroy my whole plan.

"Draco, we need to get out of here, now!" I cry and rush inside his room after he opened the door.
"What? Why? What happened?"
"I'll explain later, but now I need you to trust me. Please," I beg him.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know," I snob.
"My parents are visiting friends for the weekend, we could go to the manor-"
"Yes! That would be perfect," I scream. Fuck, yes, it's working out.

Malfoy Manor - February 1997

We arrive at the Manor several minutes later using a port key. Draco unlocks the door. Two house elves come running towards us and ask Draco what they can do for him. Draco doesn't answer, he completely ignores him. He puts the bag down on the bottom of the stairs and the elves pick it up and carry it up the stairs. "So, why did we come here?" He turns back to me. Shit, I need to cry again.
"Something terrible happened, I just need some rest," I whisper.
"But what happened?"
"Daphne- she knows I lied to her about my mother-" I start crying hysterically. Draco walks towards me and hugs me.
"I am sure she will understand when you explain everything to her," he tries to comfort me. I need to push back the small smile. I have him wrapped around my finger.
"She doesn't want to listen!" I yell and push away from him. My hands rub my face. "Where's the kitchen? I need to drink something." Draco points down the hall. I hurry in that direction. Please let them have a wine. I open the fridge. Yes! Today is my lucky day! "Can I drink some wine?"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."
"You want some too?" I turn to look at him. He looks so stressed, but he nods. I grab two glasses and pour mine in first. For his, I got a secret ingredient. The sleeping power I stole from Snape better work. I need him to sleep like a bear during the winter season.
"Thanks," he says and takes a huge sip. Fuck, am I really doing this? I drug a guy. It feels like guilt sits on my chest. I remind myself of the reason I am doing this. If I am wrong, he will wake up tomorrow morning and doesn't know what happened. I don't want to harm him. He is too handsome for that. "This wine tastes weird," he points out. Shit. Play it cool.
"Mine too, let's just get some rest," I suggest.
"Come on," he holds out his hand and I grab it to follow him to his bedroom.

I watched the clock for the past forty-six minutes. He fell asleep seconds after lying down on the sheets. I waited to make sure he was off into dreamland. The snoring confirmed it. If he notices me getting up, I'll just pretend to look for the bathroom. I escape his arms and sneak out the door.
"What do you need, Miss?" I flinch as the house elf's voice appears behind me. I stop on the stair and turn to him.
"Would you mind telling me where Mister Malfoy's office is? Draco told me to get something from there," I lie. He tells me to follow him. He hurries through a dark corridor. God, this house is huge.
"Last door on the right. Do you have the key?" Fuck. I didn't think about this.
"Oh, Draco must have forgotten to give it to me. Do you have one?" He shows me a huge bundle of keys. I take it without asking.
"I am not allowed to give those to you!" He jumps up at me trying to grab them back.
"Get your friend and bring me the wine bottle out of the kitchen, then you'll get them back," I tell him. He waddles off and I search through the keys. I try out almost everyone till finally, a small black one fits. I take a deep breath before entering. The truth will reveal now. Carefully I push the door open. Wow. What the actual fuck? This man is insane! The walls are covered with pictures of random people. Notes are written on the picture and they are all connected through red arrows. I twirl twice to process what I just found. How can Mr. Malfoy trust a house elf with a key to this room? I start to look for my father. I don't find him, the picture of him has Draco in Hogwarts. Shit. Maybe I hang here. Or mom. I take a closer look at the fullest wall. There is a blank spot, about the size dads picture had. Next to the spot hangs a small family picture of me, my dad, and my mother. I take it off the wall. I know this picture, it was published in some magazine when dad was interviewed about some case. I turn it around to see if something is written on the back. Just the date of the publication. I turn to the Desk in the middle of the room. I need to hurry. I am scared the house elves wake up Draco, but that's basically impossible. I open every drawer of the desk. All the drawers are open, but the biggest one is a lock. It looks like the drawers dad puts his finished cases in. I grab the keys from the desk and look for another key that could fit. None is small enough to fit. I get out my wand. "Alohomora," I whisper. The drawer opens. Hell, yes! I am overwhelmed by the huge amount of files. I need to look for August 1996. I flip through the folders and find one with the date of my mother's death.
"Aliya!" Yells Draco. Fuck! I open the folder.
The job is done, Lucius. I delivered your message and I received the money. It was nice doing business with you.
I close the file again. I stand up again. I need to report this. They probably have a muggle telephone here. I can reach Dad with this. I look around and on the other side of the desk is a phone. "Aliya!" Draco's voice comes closer. I dial the number. Please pick it up. Dad, I beg you.
"Hello?" Dad's voice appears on the other end.
"Dad, I got him. I need the number of the ministry. Now!" My father wants to ask questions, but I repeat myself. "I need it now." I quickly grab a pen and write down the numbers on a piece of paper. I don't tell him goodbye, I just start to dial the number. I bring the earphone up to my head again. I watch a shadow appear in the corridor. Shit.
"Aliya?" Draco looks at me confused.
"I am sorry," I mouth to him.
"Ministry of Magic. How may I help you?" Says a male voice.
"I'd like to report a crime."

~

"So you were the person that gave the hint that lead the investigators to Lucius Malfoy?" My father nods. "And you weren't aware of that?" My father shakes his head. "Anything else you want to tell us?" Asks the man across from me. 
"We are good for now, thank you," answers my father. The man gets up as he nods.
"Wait, when can I see Draco?" I ask.
"I'll check if he is still in questioning."

The man peeks his head through the door and waves me out. I follow him for a few seconds then he holds open a door. I take a deep breath before stepping inside. Draco looks down at his ring. "You used me," he whispers without looking up.
"I know." We remained silent, I don't look at him either. I sit down on the other side of the table.
"Do you know that I fell for you?" He says and finally tilts his head up.
"I know." I pause and take another deep breath. "I felt the same."
"You still feel like this?" He asks and I only nod. We don't break eye contact.
"Veritaserum truth?" I ask and he nods. "I loved you all along, I never wanted it to be true, I needed to get this done for my mother, but I loved you." He doesn't answer. Shit. "I still do," I admit. I feel my eyes watering.
"I hate you, Baker," he smirks at me.
"You are awful at lying, you know that, Malfoy?"
"You drugged my wine, didn't you?"
"Yeah, sorry about that," I joke.
"Smart move. I am proud of you."
"What? Why? I lied to you and your father goes to Azkaban again because of me."
"Jokes on him, I guess. He learned it on the hard way to not mess with you," laughs Draco.
"Father like son. You learned it the night I stabbed you," I tease him.
"Still hurts my ego," he smirks at me again and winks. I fucking fell for the son of my mother's killer.