𝔚𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 // 𝔍𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔓𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯

ELEVEN || Distraction Turned Toxic

Estella

    "You slept with Barty Crouch?!" someone from behind me in the Courtyard yells, sounding rather pissed off. I turn around in alarm and am terrified to see Narcissa and Bellatrix approach me.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Uhm..."

"Oh my god, it's true?" Narcissa groans and puts her head in her hands.

"Why do you guys care? Did you want me to wait till marriage or some shit?" I snap and stand up.

"We leave you alone for a couple weeks and you hook up with Barty Crouch fucking Junior?" Bellatrix scolds me.

"How did you even find out? Who told you?" I demand.

"We had to hear it from Snape." Narcissa crosses her arms,

"That slimy little git!"

"Walked in on you two apparently. Does the Common room ring a bell? Merlin, Estella, how many times?" Bellatrix asks,

"I don't know." I mumble, then decide to piss them off more. "Lost track after getting to triple digits." both of their faces go even more angry and I hardly contain my laughter. "Was that the ten minute warning bell? Sorry, gotta go. Barty and I planned to meet up right about now." I salute them and then flip them both off before walking away with a grin plastered across my face.

Sirius may be the original family disappointment, but I'm without doubt a close second.

~
February second, 1995
Two months later

It's been some time, and yes I still hook up with Barty. It's officially an addiction.

I button the rest of the buttons on my uniform shirt and adjust my skirt, and slip on my robe.

"C'mon, I'm gonna be late to Transfiguration," I tell Barty, we've just hooked up once again.

"And then we're back to not knowing each other," He mumbles, also pulling his robe on.

"What do you mean?" I inquire,

"We fuck, then in front of everyone we do not know each other. We're nothing but peers."

"Well this is staying a secret. If we don't want people knowing, then we should keep up what we've been doin-" Barty uses his hands and brings them to my shoulders, he slams me against the wall, pinning me there, and stares deep into my eyes.

"I've told you, I've been telling you, I don't want it to be a secret anymore." He growls,

"Well." I speak, "It will stay a secret. Please let me go."

"Only if you agree to be mine,"

"I am not yours. I'm not anyone's. I've been very clear on how I feel about y-" His hand goes to my throat where he holds tightly, tightening his grip slowly and I gasp for air.

"Say it."

"S-say...wh-what?" I gasp, struggling.

"Say that you are mine." he speaks dangerously. But I shake my head, his grip tightens more and I get dizzy. "Say it!"

"No!" I yell, jerking my knee upwards and hitting the spot where every guy would cry out in pain if they're to be hit there.

His arms fall and I kick him once more out of the way, I grab my bag and run out of there. I run down the halls, and into the nearest bathroom where I stop, gasping for air and grab at my neck. I look in the mirror and see a bruised hand mark developing already.

I gasp slightly and feel tears well up in my eyes. I blink them away, let my hair down in hopes to cover the marks, and head for professor McGonagall's classroom.