Losing Control - Draco Mallfoy Lovestory - #Wattys2016

Draco's Book

"Father." I greeted, doing my usual bow.

"Curse." He breathed. "You and that Malfoy boy have been getting pretty close lately. No?"

I couldn't help but wonder how he knew, I mean, there was no way that he could just watch us every second unless somebody else watched me and then passed the information on to him. "Yes father." I replied truthfully, no point lying.

"Well don't!" He snapped, bringing his face close to mines. I didn't move and inch as is his finger traced my jaw and blood spat out from it. "Any ways, Snape is part of the mission. You will kill Dumbledore in the astronomy tower, when you have detention. It would be easy now that Potter is out the way, no?"

"Professor Snape?" I asked.

"He doesn't know. He thinks your just a death eater." He whispered in a dangerously low voice. "But don't worry. Once you've killed him, I'll make sure that you will receive external glory and will go down in books as the girl who killed the greatest wizard of all."

"What about Draco?" I ask.

"He's a death eaters son. He won't stop you. Although he doesn't know about you. At all." He answered.

"I need money." I let it out in one breath.

His head turned towards me:"What?"

"Money," I repeated. "I need money."

"No I heard you. But why?"

"For the ball."

"You don't need money for that!" Voldemort cackled, his face turning into a expression of amusement. "Your mother had enough dresses." And just like that, his voice turned cold again as he turned around and walked away.

And just like that I plunged back into real life, onto my soft, safe bed. I saw Fudge sitting in a corner, eating her freshly found bird. She must've noticed my state cause her head whipped around as she studied my face, before deciding that I wasn't going to steal her food and turning back towards it.

I shook it off, wondering where she got all the animals from. It was then that I realised it was time for breakfast. I quickly took w shower and put on my robes even quicker before running out of the room.

To my surprise, Draco wasn't there. I turned towards the white door that was positioned next to mine and knocked twice. I heard some stumbling as Draco appeared in the door, still pulling on his shirt. I couldn't help but blush as he brushed his hand trough his hair before stepping out. "You're robes?" I reminded him.

"Oh yeah! Come in!" He exclaimed, before stumbling back inside. I followed him, stepping over some of the clothes on the floor. The room was a complete and utter mess. Everything was out of place, even the nightstand had been pushed over, it was as if he'd been looking for something. "Sorry," he said. "I was looking for something."

My eyebrow shot up, because of curiosity:"Looking for what?" I asked him.

"A book and my," he started, but hesitated. "Just my book."

"What was it about?" I couldn't help but say as we stared walking down the stairs. Then it hit me. "It wasn't about pure bloods was it?"

His face turned into that of shock as he faced me:"Yeah, but how do you know?"

"Well," I started, but before I could proceed I was interrupted by a ghost swirling around us. "Young love." It sighed, before galloping in the other direction.

I shrugged it off, turning back to Draco. "Potter accidentally let slip that he read that kind of book. Now that I think about it, I don't understand why that half blood would have one."

Draco gritted his teeth:"That little scum." He fastened his pace, his eyes ablaze. It scared me, his expression. It reminded me of my father. "Draco..." I whispered, grabbing his arm. He shook my hand off, as I stumbled backwards.

A grunt of pain left my mouth and that's when Draco's fists unclenches. His eyes turned normal as he turned towards me:"I'm sorry, I was angry, I shouldn't have done that. Oh my god, I'm sorry." He murmured, his face red.

"Draco."

"I was so stupid, I was just angry, I didn't mean to-"

"Draco..."

"I know I might've hurt you but that Pothead angered me so much and I did that and I feel so bad, like I should've been a gentleman-"

"DRACO!" He slowly turned towards me, his eyes wide. I put my hand on his shoulder. "It's fine."

He sighed of relief before we both burst out laughing as we sat down on the table. I ate a bit of the omelet before plunging into a conversation about quidditch with Draco and Blaise. "No really, you should try you know!" Blaise urged.

"I don't know..." I answered, sitting back. "I might be good but maybe not as good as all the others. Plus I need time and I don't have that."

"Oh come on!" Draco butted in. "You'll be great!"

"Thanks guys, but... no." And as if on time, the bell rang. Potions. Here we go.

A/N sorry for short chapter. Xoxo. Me.