Punishment- Reader POV

Chapter 3

CW- rape/abuse, disordered eating and getting sick

August 8th 1996

The buzzing in my ears subsides and I awaken to Draco violently shaking my shoulders and yelling frantically, "Y/n! Y/n wake up!" he shouts. My eyes flutter open and I slowly sit up and rub my head. I feel so disoriented and try to think of the last thing I remember that was going on. Then it all clicks, dinner- with Lucius. The sickly feeling remains but I feel as if I have a better grasp on handling the situation this time.

"Sorry..." I mumble and rub my eyes and try to swallow the lump in my throat.

"God Y/n! You gave me a bloody fright!" Draco exclaims as he holds you close and you let your head fall to the side to rest on his shoulder. "You probably just need to eat, let's go find Mum and we can head back to my house, it's almost time for dinner anyways," Draco smiles. I let a small smile grace my face for Draco's sake. I cannot decide if I should fake sick and get out of it or get it over with. I know my parents and they will force me to go even if I feel ill. I rub my eyes one more time before Draco helps me up and gathers all of our belongings.

"I can help carry some Draco," I hold my hand out for him to hand me a bag or two.

"No, it's okay, I got them, let's just get you back," Draco smiles and leads us back to our mothers who apparated us back to Malfoy Manor.

"Your fathers are already home, they had some business to discuss," Narcissa says as she walks us through the home bringing us to the dining table, "I'll go get them, why don't you all take a seat and I'll have the elves bring out dinner shortly," She smiles and walks off to go get them. I take my seat next to Draco and take a look around. My heart was pounding in my chest. Maybe I was worrying about nothing, maybe he got what he wanted and is over the idea of me already. Maybe he did not plan on getting me alone tonight. All I know is all I can do is prepare myself for the worst, but in a way the worst has already happened, he took my virginity so at least now I know what to expect when it happens. I was okay the first time and I'll be okay if it happens again, at least I try to convince myself so. After all my parents were here this time, he couldn't hurt me if they were here.

"Y/n are you alright?" Draco snaps me out of my thoughts. All I can do is nod and swallow hard.

"She is probably just hungry," Narcissa says with a smile as she sits at one of the heads of the table, Lucius occupying the other. I've always liked Narcissa, she was always very great with Draco and she has always been very loving towards me, more so than my own mother. Once we are all seated the food appears and we all politely begin to dig in. I pick at my food at first because I do not know if I can stomach a meal being so close to Lucius.

"Y/n eat," Draco says softly, "I know you do not feel well but I feel a full stomach will help," he smiles a little but I know I frightened him from my little episode in Diagon Alley.

"Oh don't you worry Draco, she eats," my father starts, "I reckon she has put on a couple of pounds, I think it best you don't eat your bread with dinner," he continues. I feel like I got kicked in the stomach and I feel tears ready to fall in an instant. Why would he say that, why here, why right now in front of everyone? Was I really that disgusting? Did I put on weight? Was it that much for everyone to notice? Whatever little bit of an appetite I had was gone. My hands start to shake so I keep them in my lap and I can feel everyone's eyes on me. I feel my skin prick up, and all of a sudden my trousers feel tight as if they're going to burst open from my bulging stomach. I feel like my face is swelling and my thighs are going to make my trousers rip from the seams.

"Now, now," Narcissa starts, her voice wavering slightly and I could see her shooting daggers at my father. "Y/n is so beautiful, I think she should eat up and enjoy her dinner before it gets cold," she smiles in my direction. I look up at her, sending a grateful smile, and pick up my fork because everyone is watching. I do not want everyone to know how upset my father made me, I do not want to give him the power. My mother held her tongue like she always does but knowing her what she would've followed up with would've been much more foul than any insult my father could throw my way.