limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter fifteen

"No, I didn't, sir," I muttered, my father? Working for Voldemort?

My mother had always tried to shelter me from him. She told us he was drunk or that he spent too much time with other women. I guess it was a far worse trade to be in. He was infamous for his spell-making and for being a very smart man.

But a death eater?

Mad Eyed Moody must have been really mad. It could have possibly been from all years of memory wiping. I gazed over at the maps again, and then back to him. He cocked a brow, inspecting my features. I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping he would just walk away.

"You remind me of him," he lisped, titling his head at me. "Although you look like your mother, you've got that drive he had."

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm nothing like him," I muttered, my jaw locking and my finger stretching at my arm. "In fact, I haven't spoken to him since I was about twelve..."

"Shame, you would have been adored by him," he whispered, but before he could speak once more, the doors creaked open. Valentine stood between them, his eyebrows raised.

"Boys in the courtyards, at it again, sir!"

Moody rolled his eyes and hobbled out the door. Valentine looked back at me once more before turning to leave. I sat staring at the maps, my heart quickening. Surely Moody had the wrong idea; my father wasn't a death eater.

I would take him up for being a shitty dad, but never a cult follower.

The hour hand on the great clock struck four, followed by a deafening bang. A group walked in, slamming the door shut. One meathead with a fat lip, followed by three others. From behind them all came Draco.

He ignored them all, fussing and fuming. He took it upon himself to sit down in front of me. His hands fold, and his smile shows. I wasn't in the mood for him; my head was spinning with thoughts. My heart rate was pounding in my chest.

"Is planning going well for the big night?" He taunted, blowing a feather my way. I squatted it away, my head buried in the maps. I could hardly read the lines, squeezing my eyes shut for clearer vision.

I pierced him with my eyes, shooting them at him. He scowled at me while casting his eyes around. I quickly gathered my belongings and rose up. If anything, right now would not be the ideal moment. He pursued me after. I try to speed up, but it's difficult since his legs are longer than mine.

"Slow down there," he chuckled, walking backwards, just as Valentine had done earlier. I ignored him, only keeping up the same pace. Draco reached forward, grabbing my wrist.

"Fuck off, Draco! Can't you see I don't want you near me right now?" I said as I quickly withdrew.

Draco stepped back, but then regained himself. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"You're the last person I'd talk to about anything right now," I shot, counting forward away from him. He still kept in pursuit, jogging to keep up. I could feel myself wanting to let it all out and tell him everything I hated about him.

But I restrained, only walking with my head up.

"Don't be like that," he purred, acting completely out of character. "Come on, fess up? Did you get into a fight with your boyfriend?"

The tipping moment was there. I quickly turned, and before I knew it, my hand was flying. I struck him directly across the cheek. Holding onto his cheek, he lurched back. I quickly took a step back and exhaled. Draco turned to face me, his eyes flashing with rage.

"You foul girl, you idiot, you dumb fucking bitch!"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to. Draco, I'm sorry." I stuttered, rushing my hands over him. He flipped them off, only breathing hard. His nostrils flared, and his cheeks reddened.

Draco heaved, pulling me closer to him. "Do you think that I honestly wouldn't let that slide?"

"Don't be stupid, Draco, let me go," I gritted, pulling my arms out of his grip. He bared his teeth at me. I had upset the bear. I hadn't poked it, I had completely awoken it.

Draco approached me while standing just a few centimetres away. Sincerely, I felt that he would strike back. Draco, though, chose to simply stand in front of me. He used his hand to hold the side of my face. He was troubled, and his rage was wavering.

"Say sorry," he commanded, closing his eyes. "Aurora, say you're sorry."

"If I don't, why do you care?" I whispered, my skin rising at his touch. I felt the urge to fall in, say sorry, and just be down with it. But I was still confused and angry.

It honestly wasn't his fault. I was more angry and confused at my father; the fear of being related to such an evil Draco seemed to be reading me; he could tell something was hurting. He had forgiven me without even having to say so.

'Say sorry, just say sorry'

"You'll overthink it, and by tomorrow you'll come to me," Draco whispered back, pulling his hand away. "Then, I'll ponder on it, get annoyed, and I'll say something stupid."

"Fine, Sorry."

He nodded, taking a step back. I did regret hitting him; I felt a sinking of guilt for him. The fear had flashed in his eyes. My hit hadn't been hard; I was never a good fighter. Yet the flinch he made was as if he had been hit like that more than once.

Forcing an apology out of me seemed like a strange thing. Making me feel like, if I hadn't said sorry, I would feel the pain of it later. I didn't care enough for him to care. I lied to myself; he had been growing on me more.

"I'll see you around, Aurora."

His hands shook as he made his way back to the hall. This shouldn't bother me more than my other problems, so I felt foolish. It ought to be an everyday occurrence. Striking someone after being tortured for months. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I felt bad for him.

For the first time, I felt bad for Draco Malfoy. 

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