The Abuser

Life on the Loosing Side

Oh I'm going to mess this up. Oh this is just my luck. Over and over and over again.

- Shots by Imagine Dragons

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"Oh my Merlin! They are so cute!" I gasp, scooping up my Niffler and holding it up to my face. It snuffles at my cheek, tickling me and making me laugh. "Here, Draco, hold still!" I bring my Niffler up to my boyfriend's cheek.

Draco laughs as the small fuzzy creature sniffs his face. "Stop it, Hazel! That really tickles." He covers his pale face with his hands and I'm forced to release my Niffler, which dives back into the dirt in search for gold.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Wait...Merlin's Pants! Are you ticklish?" I smirk mischievously, wrapping my arms around his torso, trying to tickle him while he attempts to pull me off.

"No! Of course not!" He laughs even harder as I attack him playfully. "Okay, yeah-- I am!" He gasps breathlessly. "Mercy, girl, mercy!"

I back off and raise my hands in mock surrender. "Fine, truce. For now at least..."

Students stare at us, but we don't care. At first, my relationship with Draco Malfoy was the talk of the school. Everyone was amazed that he had ditched his girlfriend to go out with the witch who he had hated and abused for years. Now, however, after almost 5 months, the shock has finally worn off.

We sit up rigidly, pinning on serious faces as Hagrid, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher passes. Draco hates Hagrid, although I think that's he's funny. I mean, most of his classes have been absolutely horrid, especially this year, when we've been taking care of an odd monstrosity he calls "Blast-ended Skrewts". Even Draco can't protest about these Nifflers, though.

Suddenly, Draco's fluffy black Niffler bursts from the ground, spitting coins all over us as it leaps onto his chest, knocking him off balance. He falls back so that his platinum blond head rests neatly in my lap. He looks into my face, smirking. I bend down, my lips brushing his forehead as I run my fingers over his ever present Potter Stinks badge.

"I love you." I whisper.

He lazily picks up a coin, holding it up under the light. "These creatures are really useful. I wouldn't mind one for my birthday. Hint, hint." He grins up at me.

"Pfff!" I flap my hand dismissively. "You and I don't need any more money. Besides, I've already bought you a present: 12 Ways to Charm a Witch. Just make sure you don't use it on any witch but me." I joke playfully.

"Point taken. And don't worry, I have eyes for no girl but you, love. You're the only witch I've ever liked." He touches my cheek softly and I blush. He looks at the coin again, biting it gently. "Damn, its leprechaun gold."

"Ew! Get that out of your mouth--it's disgusting." I brush dirt off of my cloak haughtily. "How can you tell, anyway?"

"Oh, my father taught me. It's really not too difficult to spot the difference." He tosses the coin away, carelessly.

"You are such a prat!" I laugh, pushing his head from my lap.

.....

I leap to my feet among the cheering crowd, yelling Harry's name. He's bending down on the ground over something, but in the darkness I can't see what.

He did it. He won the tournament! He did it!

Draco looks rather sulky, his face illuminated by the green glow of his badge. Suddenly, he frowns, leaning over me for a better look through his binoculars.

"Oh Merlin..." He whispers. I notice that the cheering in the crowd is faltering and Harry is frantically yelling something to incoherent for me to decipher. Draco grabs my arm, far more roughly than he has for months, and drags me from my seat. We run from the stands, tripping over the legs of the other spectators amongst a confused buzz of music, laughter, shouting, and screams.