Draco's POV
"Draco. Get Down Here."
I don't wait to here it the second time. I jump out of bed and race down the distorted stairs. On the way down I glance up at the big, antique clock we got from Borgin and Burkes-It's 4:30. AM. What does he want at this time? ugh.
I reach down stairs and find him casually siting in the living room with one leg draped over the other like he's the fricking boss. Well of course he is, he's the one who owns this house.
"whatdayouwant" I growl at him, still half- asleep, not knowing the consequences to this. God, what have I just done. I wait for another lecture or another angry punishment but to my surprise he just lets it slide.
"Sit Down". Confused,I perch on the edge of the chair across from him.
"Draco. How are you feeling?" The question comes at a bit of a shock to me. What does he care about how I feel. What am I supposed to say to that?
"I asked you a question Draco." I watch him until I realise he's still waiting.
"Em, f-f-fine," I stutter.
"Right" Hey says without any emotion whatsoever. Ugh, I don't even want to be here.
Without warning he smacks me across my face.
"I know what you did!"He smacks me across the other cheek this time. I should be stunned. I should be in pain. But I'm not. I'm used to this- It's so predictable but somehow every-time, I fall for it. I don't even know what I've done this time.
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Wiped Out // DRACO MALFOY {ONGOING}
FanfictionDraco Malfoy. Before Hogwarts. What if you couldn't remember anything about your past life...It just isn't....there. What if you can only remember to a certain extent? What if you could remember the future? Yes, the future. Draco wasn't...
