The Potterhead (Draco Malfoy x OC)

Ch-48 | forgiven

December 29, 1994, Tuesday

Draco's POV

I walked into Nora's room to find Ainsley lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes were void of emotion and wide. She could've passed for a corpse. I would've confirmed that she was dead had she not blinked and looked at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked her. "Just thinking how it would be if the fan fell on me and I die. Would be nice" she replied, sitting up straight. 

"There are cooler ways of dying than that" I sat down on the chair next to Nora's desk. "Where's Nora?" I asked.

"She walked out the room when I entered. Said she'd be here in a minute" she informed, pulling out her mobile from her hoodie's pocket. 

I looked around before my eyes caught sight of Nora's books. 

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Twisted love

Twisted games

Twist-

I stopped reading the spines and recognized the book with golden text on the cover and reached out for it.

Twisted games

I remembered that it was the same book that Nora didn't want me to even touch the other day. I caught Ainsley looking at me with a curious look on her face. "Have you read this?" I asked.

"Not yet. You're gonna read it?" she asked when I opened the book and flipped through the pages. "No. Just looking" I skimmed through the pages and found something annotated. 

' "If you're in Eldorra, I'm in Eldorra. If you're in Antarctica, the Sahara, or the middle of the fucking ocean, I'm there." '

"It's a romance book?" I asked the fellow species in the room. "Yep" she replied, not looking up from her mobile. 

I flipped back a few pages and- Oh! 

Oh! Oh!

I slammed the book shut and placed it on the table with wide eyes, gaping at the pen stand on the table.

"What the fuck is she reading?" I questioned, surprised, traumatized, baffled.

"What did you see?" she chuckled. "Who the fuck says, 'Crawl to me'?!" I yelled not being able to control my shock anymore. "Rhys Larsen" she laughed looking at my face. "I'm concerned about her book choices" I sighed, burying my face in my hands. 

"Don't ever say something like that to her, she would break up with you" Ainsley commented with a scrunched-up face. "Eww. No. Do not say that. I would never say that"

"Yea. You'll say something like 'Frog jump to me'?" she said and laughed at her own joke.  

Nora walked into the room and yelled after putting the book in her hand on the floor, "Why the fuck every bad thing happens to me?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "You ofc" Ainsley said it as if it was obvious. I kicked her leg, which was stretch beside my foot. "AH! CHILD ABUSE" 

"You need to be a child for it to be 'child abuse'" I retorted. "Sure, old man" she rolled her eyes. "I-" 

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" Nora yelled. "Why are you both always bickering? Calm the fuck down. I walk in here upset and hearing you both bicker is just what I need isn't it?" 

"Sorry" we mumbled out an apology. "I'll make you coffee. Come sit" I stood up from the chair and turned to the coffee machine beside the table. 

"Why is my book out of the shelf?" she looked back and forth between me and Ainsley, after noticing the book on her table.