Deception

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪᴠ - ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ & ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ

I was dumbstruck. It wasn't his fault that his father sold him to the Dark Lord to save his own skin. Which was typical Slytherin, but still a horrible thing to do. Then there's two people involved to create a child not only him, it wasn't his fault that the Dark Lord imperioused me, neither was it his fault that my womb apparently didn't work as it should.

I coughed again, the potion had worked for my ailing lungs but my throat still felt sore. I begrudgingly walked up the stairs towards the office and opened the door. What at first had been a desk and a chair was now transfigured in to a bed and a nightstand. The candles in the chandelier were flickering and Draco was sitting on the bed with a scowl on his face.

"I-" I started.

"No." He said angry. "You can't convince me otherwise."

My shoulders slumped and I slowly walked up to him and sat down on the bed. I sighed deeply and coughed immediately, droplets of blood covering my hand again I quickly hid it from Draco but he turned me around forcefully.

"Is it really worth your life?" he spat at me and I felt anger bubbling inside of me. "Wouldn't it be better to get rid of it?"

"You sound exactly like your father!" I snapped at him. His eyes flashed and I saw the fury growing behind his grey irises.

"I AM NOT MY FATHER!" He shouted at me as he jumped from the bed. "HOW DARE YOU-"

"I'm not getting rid of it Draco!" I shouted back at him. "I can't!"

"And why is that?" he asked sarcastically.

"Because it's ours, it's yours!" I shouted at him as I felt angry tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Don't you understand Malfoy?!"

"No I don't understand Avery!" he shouted. "War is looming, I'm a bloody Death Eater, and that child of yours is murdering you like a parasite!"

"It's not a parasite! It's your child too!" I snapped back at him. "You want to murder your own child?!"

"I do if it kills you!" he yelled as he stomped back down to the classroom and smacked the door of the office.

~•~

It had been two weeks.

Two weeks of hiding in yet another 'safe place'. Draco hasn't talked to me since our fight. I had barely seen him as he cooped himself up in a corner of the classroom rudely ignoring me. I was starting to go insane as he refused to talk to me when I tried, and it didn't help that I had been cooped up in a classroom for two sodding weeks.

Sodding arse of a Malfoy!

"I'm going out." I stated annoyed. I wasn't expecting a response from him anyway so I stormed out of the classroom. He had been sneaking out late at night. I had heard him silently opening and closing the squeaky classroom door, while I was pretending to be asleep. I didn't care what he did at night, I was too angry with him.

I walked down the corridor, trying to blend in to the shadows. I didn't know what day it was, I only knew I was feeling extremely nauseous. I rounded a corner and went down a flight of stairs, the castle seemed to be abandoned. The halls were empty and there was no sound of feet scurrying, professors talking or Filch threatening students.

McGonagall had provided us with Slytherin school uniforms as the clothes we were wearing were practically falling off our limbs. It was nice to wear a fresh pressed, crisp white blouse with the iconic tie again. It also made it easier to blend in with the other students if they would spot us by accident, well, if they were there.