The Abuser

Blood-Traitor (And Other Offensive Terms)

Am I out of touch? Am I out of my place? When I keep saying that I'm looking for an empty space. Oh I'm wishing you're here, but I'm wishing you're gone. I can't have you and I'm only gonna do you wrong.

- Shots by Imagine Dragons

....Draco's POV......

I moan and roll around miserably under my sheets. My arm aches faintly, but it's bearable. I open my eyes, and am immediately greeted by Pansy Parkinson's gaunt pug face, leering down at me with a trollish smile. Crabbe and Goyle lurks behind her, arms crossed in a threatening stance.

I moan again, feeling rather poetic as I burry my face in my pillow. I suppose that I'm in the hospital wing, and judging by the mediocre amount of pain in my once agonizing wound, I figure that Madam Pomfrey has already worked her magic.

"Hazel..." I mumble rather incoherently into the soft fabric of the pillow.

"What? What is it, Drakie-poo?!" Pansy's reedy voice makes me turn over.

I glare disgustedly at her. "Hazel...where is she? I need her..." I don't even really know what I'm saying, but one things for sure... I want to see her.

Goyle leans in closer. "Who?" He asks stupidly.

As if he doesn't know who she is! I think miserably. Why do I even bother to hang around these idiots?

"DeLuce. Hazel DeLuce..." I rely a bit foggily. I feel like there is a terrible emptiness inside of me and have a strong feeling that I need her badly...but why?

"Oh! Potter's girlfriend. Sorry, mate, you don't have much of a chance there." Goyle says, sounding a bit surprised.

"Mate, you hate her. Don't you? Listen, Pomfrey said that you're a bit delusional. Just go back to sleep, you'll be yourself in a few hours." Crabbe buzzes into my ear.

I huff in utter annoyance, burrowing back under my sheets. "Just get out!" I snap. These people drive me insane! Can't they see that I want her? Don't they know that a Malfoy should always get what he wants? "Go away, all of you, and leave me alone!"

....DeLuce's POV......

I slump miserably onto a couch in the Slytherin common room. It's been two whole days since Potter and I became an "item". Malfoy is still lurking in the hospital wing, moaning about his arm and creating quite a ruckus. I haven't been to visit him, obviously, but everyone's complaining about him.

"DeLuce." Blaise Zabini steps out of the shadows, startling me half to death.

I jump up, brushing my hair behind my ears with a nervous grin. "Oh, hi...Blaise. I didn't see you there!"

"Obviously!" He snaps, towering angrily above me. "You haven't 'seen' me all week, apparently, because you just had to go and get together with Potter!"

"Blaise!" I look at him reproachfully, bowing my head. "Look, you're a fantastic guy. I like you a lot-"

"Just not enough!" He interjects angrily.

"-It doesn't have anything to do with how much I like you or Harry." I sigh. I feel so weary of all of this romance. Harry treats me wonderfully, but my heart isn't in our relationship. I often find my mind wandering back to the fun that we had, when we were just friends, and I didn't feel the pressure of being a good girlfriend. "Listen, Harry and I have been friends for ages. This doesn't mean that we're engaged or anything, Blaise, we just like each other...a lot." My excuse sounds weak and flighty, and I almost regret my slightly insensitive words.

Zabini throws his hands in the air looking utterly frustrated. "You led me on, DeLuce. All of your hugs and you letting me buy you dresses in Diagon Ally. Remember when Malfoy asked you about us? You said that we were together! And now we get to school and bang! You're going out with Potter. A Gryffindor."