𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 7

↳ ❝ Detention ❞

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The heavy door slammed behind Snape, echoing in the near-silent classroom. The calm was rudely interrupted when Draco spoke.

"Oi, Nott!" Malfoy called, chucking a wadded-up ball of parchment at your head. You spun to face him; a smug grin hung from his lips.

You quirked a brow and folded your arms across your chest, clearly showing your growing irritation. Your narrowed eyes burned into the blond, already bristling at his lack of effort, a frustration building within you. "What could you possibly want now, Malfoy?"

His smirk fell as he gritted his teeth. "This is your mess, so get to it." He walked towards an empty table and sat atop it with folded hands.

"My mess?" you scoffed, stepping closer to the boy. "Malfoy, you dumped the bloody potion over me! This is not 'my mess'." You were now mere inches from the boy, grasping his shirt while you searched his hardening grey eyes.

Malfoy chuckled, tugging your hand from his designer jacket. His fingers ran through your hair as he pulled you close, your ear beside his lips. His hot breath fanned your neck as he whispered, "You best do as I ask; I don't like to wait."

You ripped yourself from him, your jaw clenched. "I am not your maid, Malfoy! What the fuck is the matter with you?" Your hands shot to his face, cupping his jaw gently, your voice barely whispering, "Where is my best friend?" Your eyes searched his dull ones for any answer.

Malfoy pushed you from him, standing from the table. His face was stone cold when he faced you, his words chipping away at your soul. "You are and were nothing to me, Y/n. I don't care for you... and I never will." His words felt like a dagger to your heart, the ultimate betrayal from someone you once trusted.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "You're full of shit! Y-y-you fucking kissed me like two hours ago!" You stormed towards his form, forcing him to face you. "Talk to me. Please."

Draco swallowed harshly and responded sharply, "No." He pulled his eyes from yours and walked to the storage shelves.

"No?" you scoffed, following the blond. "I wasn't asking, Malfoy. What has gotten into you?"

"Leave me alone," he growled under his breath while he scanned the shelf.

Your brows furrowed, and your stomach twisted at his distant stance and empty words. "Draco, I'm not—–" You reached your hand for his shoulder but were quickly stopped.

"God damn it, Y/n! Just leave me alone, okay?!" He snatched a few vials from the shelf and headed towards a cauldron in the centre of the room. "I can't–––"

"Can't what, hmm?" you spat, following him to the table. Your attention changed to the ingredients he collected while pouring in the base. "What are you brewing? We're supposed to clean, and you're furthering the mess!"

His attention snapped to you, "Do you ever just shut up?" He switched on the burner and prepped the ingredients while you swiftly blew out the flame. "What the hell, Nott?!"

"I honestly don't give a shit what's wrong with you, but I need you to help clean this bloody classroom because I will not do it by myself, so get off your arse and grab a rag!" You pulled your arm back, throwing your dirtied rag at the blond's face, the remnants of the potion now splattered across his skin.

"You bitch!" he growled, flinging the rag back at you. You shifted your position, the rag barely missing. He gritted his teeth. "Last I checked, you fucked up the potion." He stood, stepping closer to you while you stepped back in sync. His expression softened to a mocking shade. "So, my lovely Y/n~" he cooed beside your ear, a sick grin strung about his face. "You're gonna clean while I sit and watch, 'kay?"

You sucked your teeth, furrowing your eyebrows at the blond. "You egregious spoiled fucking prick!" Shoving the boy away from you, you stomped towards the door, huffing your hair out of your face before reaching for the handle when you were shocked. "Fucking hell," you gasped, shaking your hand.

"How daft are you, Nott?" Draco chuckled, focusing now on his relit cauldron.

You snapped your neck at the blond. "How am I daft? You're brewing a bloody potion without authorisation! Plus, you're dirtying the room!"

He shrugged, "Better start cleaning then~."

You watched as he dropped the ingredients he'd gathered into the pot, the liquid inside fading to transparency. You stepped closer, furrowing your eyebrows as you walked. "Is that—?"

"Back up, you nosy bitch," he spat, shoeing you away.

You rolled your eyes, shoving past him to view the finished potion. "Malfoy, you can't just brew veri—"

"Shut it, Nott!" he snapped, flipping his attention to you. "Mind your own damn business."

"I'll mind my own damn business when you stop getting into others' for free!"

His lips upturned into a menacing grin. "Turns out you're not just another pretty face~."

"Kiss. My. Arse."

I know this is very short, and I apologise for the long wait; I promise longer chapters will come!