SL*T Draco Malfoy by Romanshome

FOURTY - SEVEN

DRINK;

Damn.

I couldn't go to the party because I had a great Herbology exam the next day, and if I failed, my grade went down to C. When I told Draco this, he didn't want to go anymore, but I told him that he deserves to have fun and hang out with his good friends. I trusted him and I was also a little fed up with him.
We were together all the time and I wanted some space just for tonight.

I was in the middle of studying when I heard a knock on my door. It was around nine at night and my roommates were still hanging. Merlin knows where. I was wearing a thin sleeveless t-shirt and a pajama shirt, my usual pajamas. I lowered them a little while they hooked up, then I walked to the door. When I opened it, there was Draco.

But it looked different.

"Draco?" I ask softly, frowning."' Why aren't you at the party?

"I need you." He snarled, breaking into the room, closing the door behind him. I jumped at his words as I slowly retreated, confused. "But I thought you wanted to wait."

"Did I say you could talk, bitch?" He snarled, grabbing my neck. I didn't like this. It wasn't on. He didn't even look at me as if he cared. His fingers squeezed around my throat, causing my eyes to enlarge. He clenched his teeth when he hit me against the wall, making me shudder. "I'm going to fuck you right now."

I felt my words bubbling in my throat when he pulled down my shorts, without even bothering to take off my shirt. I felt exposed and vulnerable, and when I was about to point at my underwear, I pushed him with my palms on his chest. "I don't like it," I murmured, shaking my head. "Draco, no..."

And then he slapped me.

I felt my eyes open, my cheek burning, when he sent me a look of death. I let out a trembling gasp, my eyes watery, while he grabbed my throat harder. "Don't you want it?" He snarled, his voice rumbled in the room.

I felt that fear was growing inside me.

This wasn't him.

This wasn't him.

Something must have happened.

I felt that my figure began to tremble as I smiled with malice. "Pathetic slut, of course you want me."

He tried to pull down my underwear, but I pushed him again, the tears threatened to fall. "Stop!" I screamed, trying to lift my shorts, but he threw me to the ground. I tried to get up until he sat on top of me, which made me unable to move. "Get off!" I turned under him, the sobs left my lips. "Draco—"

"Shut up!" He shouted, this time punching me in the face. Instantly I was silent, my head buzzed, while my vision became blurred. I could see what was happening, but then I felt him get up, kicking me in the ribs. I let out a cry of pain when he knelt, giving me the most hateful look. "If you don't let me fuck you, we'll be done."

I cried, hugging myself, as he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I let out silent sobs as I trembled, unable to raise my head, while the pain shot to new depths. Fortunately, my wrist didn't hurt any more, but I could barely see, my tears clouded my vision.

I was confused and scared.

Was he drugged?

I couldn't think of anything right now, I just wanted to stay there, thinking about what just happened. My mind was confused when I felt my body too sore to move, my ribs hurt where he kicked them.

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The next morning, I hid my eyebrow and a broken lip, trying to cover it with my hair when I decided to skip breakfast. I was too scared to see it. Me and a nightmare last night that didn't stop hitting me, calling me a whore and pathetic and weak. I felt this feeling of sinking in my stomach constantly, my eyes extremely dry from having cried all night.

"Amara," I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. He turned me around, his blue eyes narrowed. But then a look of astonishment covered his face when he saw the cuts, his clenched fists. "Who the hell did this to you?" He hissed, his lips clenched. "When did this happen?"

He's kidding me.

He has to be.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" I felt my voice tremble, my eyes watering again. Pure fear. That's what I felt when I looked at it. I still loved him unconditionally, but I didn't know if he still hated me like last night. His face contracted at my words. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You did this," I groaned, taking another step back. "You hit me."

His face decayed, his cheeks paled. I felt a salty tear roll down my cheek as my lip trembled with every word. "I don't know what I did," I sobbed, putting a hand on my mouth. "I don't know how I bothered you."

"I don't... I don't..." He stammered, looking beyond the confusion. He looked at me with a guilty look, taking a step towards me. I jumped at that, making it freeze. "I don't remember," he whispered with his blue eyes wide open. "Stop walking away, damn it." His voice trembled, blinking quickly. "I didn't do that."

I nodded softly. "You did it."

"I don't remember, Amara. I don't remember it, fuck," he moaned. My eyes opened when I noticed that his eyes were filled with tears. He never cried. I've only seen him cry once, and that's when I found out about the deal. I swallowed hard while he pulled his hair. "I hurt you. I hit you. I-"

"Someone gave you something," I conjured, knowing that that was what was happening. I noticed that his figure trembled as he looked down, a tear rolling down his face. He knelt while pulling his hair harder. "Draco, it's not your fault."

"It is," he looked at his hands. "I hit you with my own hands."

And then he let out a sob.

A weak and vulnerable sob.

I felt my heart break as I cried in his hands, the corridors fortunately empty. I quickly ran to him, I was no longer afraid of him, since I knew it wasn't him. "Draco," I murmured softly, wrapping my small arms around his larger body. "It wasn't you. We'll find out who did this, I swear."

"I'm so sorry," he stammered, still hiding his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry."

I pulled him to my chest, letting him cry on my shirt, while he clung to me. He loves me. I would never intentionally hurt myself. My heart hurt because of the boy who was sobbing, and I rubbed his hair, whispering that he was fine and that he was not angry.

But as I consoled him, I realized the only person who would have done this. Well, three people to be exact.

Pansy, Fiona; and Astoria.