Bound by secrets

Chapter 7

***** ⚠️SMUT⚠️****

Well, this was going to be interesting.

"Who the fuck disconnected me from the speaker?" Astoria snarled, her voice sharp as she appeared beside the sofas where we sat, her presence already casting a shadow over the good vibes.

"Drop the fucking attitude, Greengrass," Pansy shot back, her expression twisted in pure disgust.

"I'll speak however I like, Parkinson," Astoria snapped, placing her hand on her hip with exaggerated defiance.

"No, the fuck you won't," I interrupted, my glare locking onto her.

"Well, wha—" she began but was abruptly cut off.

"I disconnected your phone," Theo's voice sliced through her retort. He leaned back, casually lifting his drink. "Your music taste is atrocious. I wanted to bleach my ears, so I did us all a favor and connected my phone."

"My music isn't shit! You all just have terrible taste," she sneered, though her indignation seemed hollow.

"Don't lie to yourself, Astoria," I scoffed, raising an eyebrow.

She turned toward me with a smug look, but as her gaze flickered from me to Draco, that smugness quickly faltered. Her eyes locked onto my legs draped over Draco's lap, and her expression darkened in a heartbeat. What started as superiority twisted into pure rage.

Astoria's obsession with Draco was common knowledge. Her fixation on him was unhealthy, to say the least, and seeing me so casually close to him was clearly pushing her over the edge.

"You slut," she hissed, stepping closer, her voice dripping with venom. "You've gone through every guy in this school, and now you're trying it on with Malfoy."

Her words practically crackled with jealousy, and the fury radiating off her was palpable.

"Don't you fucking dare—" Pansy stood, her voice sharp with protective anger, but I raised my hand, stopping her.

"It's okay, Pansy. I've got this." I stood from the arm of the chair, squaring off with Astoria. Pansy slowly sat back down, though her eyes never left Astoria.

"You think I'm going to let you get away with taking something that's mine?" Astoria snarled, taking another step forward.

"For one, you don't own Draco," I replied coolly, stepping into her space, making it clear I wasn't backing down. "And two, I suggest you get the fuck out of my face."

"Is that a threat, Y/N?" she challenged, her voice wavering despite her bravado.

"Oh shit, Greengrass is about to get fucked up if she's not careful," Theo muttered, leaning back to enjoy the show.

"Fuck around and find out," I warned her, my tone lethal.

"You're not even worth it," she rolled her eyes dismissively but her voice was shaky. "Draco wouldn't want a slut like you—especially with hickeys all over her body. Don't think I forgot about that, Y/N. Remember what we saw on the train, Draco?"

Astoria lunged forward, grabbing at the neckline of my dress, trying to expose the bruise on my collarbone. Her fingers barely grazed the fabric before I smacked her hand away with force. That was it. I saw red.

Before I even knew what was happening, my fist connected with her nose. The crack echoed in the room as Astoria let out a high-pitched squeal, clutching her face in shock. Blood began pouring from her nose as she stumbled backward, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh, fuck. This is not good," Nora said, her voice tight with concern as she watched the scene unfold.

"She had that coming," Pansy muttered, clearly unimpressed with Astoria's theatrics.