Stuck with a Slytherin

16.2: "We are not friends. I hate you."

You looked around.

Where am I? You thought, noticing the oddly grey trees and black skies. There were barely any stars twinkling tonight.

A crack of apparation sounded behind you, and you whipped around to see three people.

Your dad.

Your mom's brother.

And... Draco.

Your fallen face lit up when you came across your friend, and you stepped towards him.

"Draco!" You called, but he sent you a cold glare.

Your dad smirked at you, your uncle copying him. "You really thought he was your friend? No. He's using you. Just like everyone else."

He raised a hand towards you, and you winced.

"No, he told me that we were friends! You wouldn't lie to me, Draco, right?" You looked to him for confirmation, only to see his evil grin gazing back at you. "Dray?" You almost whispered.

He stalked towards you, his gaze never wavering from your eyes. You felt your breathing quickening.

Why is he acting like this? You thought.

He stepped right in front of you, his face right next to yours, and he spoke. You could smell alcohol on his breath.

"Well, love, I lied. We are not friends. I hate you." Draco pulled out his wand. "And now you can realize just how much I truly do."

And before you could even blink, he was shouting CRUCIO!

You screamed as loudly as you could, for as long as you could, until your throat hurt, and then some. The images of Draco's smirk flashed through your mind as you crumpled to the ground, shaking, reliving the worst pain you've ever felt.

But this time it was being done by your best friend.

Suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders. You flinched away, screaming even more. But these unknown hands pulled you closer, laying on the dead grass with you, holding you.

And you felt comforted. You felt at peace. You felt loved.

The pain stopped, and you were no longer screaming. You could breathe.

You curled up into a ball and silently begged the person who held you to never let go.

•••

Your eyes opened gently, and you blinked a few times to adjust to the light. You caught a small glimpse of the door closing, and you wondered immediately who was in your room.

You sat up, immediately feeling the throbbing pain in your head, face, arms, and ribs that always follows your punishments.

But nevermind that, you knew you had to get up. You've dealt with worse. Standing on the cold hardwood floor, you took a deep breath and opened the door.

As you walked down the maze of hallways, you smoothed out your hair and clothes, and swiped under your eyes to remove any potential mascara. You couldn't remember if you'd worn any.

Finally, you found yourself in a dining room of sorts, and took a seat, laying your head on your arms.

There was commotion around you, but nothing really caught your attention until you felt a hand on your shoulder. The light pressure quickly disappeared, though, when you flinched.

You could hear some mumbles, along with your name, and shrugged. More mumbles, and you shrugged again.

You stayed zoned out of the conversation that some other people were having until one sentence made you snap your head up.

"Lucius has the day off of work today, so he should be in to join us for breakfast any second." It was Narcissa Malfoy. Draco's mom.

When the thought of Draco passed through your mind, you shivered, remembering your dream.

But then the last sentence that Mrs. Malfoy said reiterated itself into your brain, and you felt nauseous all of a sudden, and light headed.

You knew that Draco's dad had a reputation of being scary. There were rumors around Hogwarts that he was abusive to Draco. You've never had those rumors confirmed, but they'd never been denied either.

Your heart rate picked up. "W-when is he getting here?"

"He'll be here any minute now- Oh! Here he is!" Mrs. Malfoy responded quickly, and you immediately couldn't take it. Your breathing sped, and along with the throbbing in your head from before, your temples started to ache.

Someone dropped a cup in the next room over, and you flinched. Mrs. Malfoy's chair squeaked on the floor, and you shivered.

What if he decides to hit me too? What if I eat too much? What if he tries to take advantage of me? What if he-

You felt someone grab your hand. You tensed, but relaxed a moment later when you realized that pulses of calm were coursing through your veins.

A plate of pancakes was placed in front of you, and you stared at it.

Don't eat it, you pig. You're already fat enough.

You took a bite.

Imagine how many calories are in one of these pancakes, let alone the whole plate!

You breathed shakily and took another bite.

Can't you feel the fat growing on you? How much do you weigh by now? 50 kg? That's way too much.

You pushed your chair back, mumbling "I'm not hungry", and practically ran back to your temporary room.

You sank to the floor, placed your head on your knees, and tried to convince yourself that it was a bad idea to force yourself to puke.

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