Girl With One Eye (Draco Malfoy Love Story)

part 16

I didnt like the pink macroon standing on the steps of the classroom, my brother sat across from me in the pompous pink room, why was i there? Well after my brother announced Voldamorts return and her obvious denial i accused her of being a death eater since only they could have such unhealthy obsessions with one colour. I had recieved a kick to the shin from Draco with a nervous shake of his head but i continued either way comparing her to a botox filled haggard barbie doll....she didnt like that. So there i was sitting in her obnoxiously pink room with an equally (if not more so) obnoxious woman, "You'll be writting some lines for me today mr. And miss. Potter....Harry yours will be 'I must not tell lies' and ....calestarol yours will be 'i will not and must not be vile and rude to my superiors'" we flicked our eyes at eachother before sitting and reaching for our quills only to be stopped, "oh no...you'll both be using a pair of very...special quills....here we are now.....begin" her cheery disposition had me unnerved slightly since the only people like that were killers. As i wrote my hand began to burn terribly but i pretended i didnt feel it since i had grown use to the pain from prior....experience. i snapped my head up as she placed her hand on my shoulder "your brother may be free to go however... you have another five lines to write miss potter" the pain was growing worse and thats when i realised... my handwritting was appearing on my hand, slicing into my skin, my brother  was reluctant to leave and hung around for me "mr. Potter... i said you were free to go... unless you wish for more lines?" "Ill be okay harry .... not like she can kill me on school grounds" i joked "make that ten lines miss. Potter" "fine by me...i always was a bit of a masochistic" i smirked challengingly at her as i held both mine and harrys quills, taping them together and wrote five lines meaning i got double the pain as i wrote but i laughed through it to unnerve her, when in reality it was killing me to the point i thought i was going to break out with a long string of curses. I handed her the blood covered sheet and grabbed my bag before leading Harry away "Tia your hand.." "its nothing lets get you fixed up". Once at the portrait i recieved permission to enter from professor mcgonagal and dressed his hand, "right thats all done..... if the old bag keeps at you ill be with you okay?" "But Tia...let me just wrap your hand-" "its okay Haz trust me" i smiled warmly and said goodbye before leaving to go to my room, on my way i finally began to feel dizzy as the pain and bloodloss began to sink in. For a odd and unknown reason my wounds bled unlike harry's and felt deep, i made it to my room unknown to me of the slytherin prince already waiting for me "took you long....enough...Tia?" His eyes trailed down to my hand which was covered in blood "Oh my god tia!" He dashed over to me only for me to collapse and black out. When i awoke however i didnt expect to feel a breeze on my freshly exposed wrists, i shot up only to feel a gentle hand frozen as it held my arm still. "....what are these....?" His voice was so low i could bearly hear it "a spell missfire" "dont lie to me Celestia!.....who did this?!" Looking down i seen the scar covered skin that held the contract symbol in the centre, "who...?" His voice sounded desperate yet fearful, "....Lacero...the cutting spell...." "no what.....who?!" My lack of answer seemed to tell him exactly who "please dont tell me .... you did this to yourself..." i snatched away my wrist as i held it close to me refusing to meet his gaze "i think its time you left Draco....Pansys looking for you" i turned away from him and laid on my side "im going to talk with you first...your my best friend Tia please just talk to me!" Finding he wasnt going to get his answer he sighed but he didnt leave....he laid next to me and refused to move, "i know you wont say anything so let me talk while you listen..... i dont know what made you want to do that to yourself let alone so many times....but i dont want you to do it anymore" it was getting harder and harder to deal with my feelings for him mainly because he was being so nice to me and yet no matter how hard i tried.... i could never be mean to him, i could never understand the predicament he was in even though i tried, "....i know one thing though.... you didnt write that on your hands" i flinched away from him "she did it didnt she? And to potter too?" I only shook as i realised the abuse from my uncle and aunt all those years ago was coming back, his warm embrace from that night at the observation point when i awoke came to mind as he wrapped his arm around my waist again, i smiled fondly as i remembered how i had woken up in the morning to find myself wrapped up tightly and snugly in a blanket as well as his cloak and his arms only....i was naked from my transformation, i blushed at the memory till i remembered the amusing moments after that... how i had tried to wiggle my way out of his grasp to get the clothes only to knock both of us off the window seat and sprawled on the floor in a pile, it was very suggestive if anyone were to have seen us but thankfully no one did. The picture of his flustered and blushing face as he realised he had landed on me was a sight i treasured since it was the only time I had seen the malfoy in such a way, his steady and sleeping breaths hit the base of my neck making me shiver "...because of you....because i know how i feel....but i dont know how to react to them feelings.............. because im just weak" i murmured to the sleeping boy before drifting to sleep myself. I awoke a little later to find Dracos owl knocking on the window "im coming im coming geez....have you been out there long?" "Not long no...however i have a letter for the young master.... from his father, Celestia....he knows who you are" my breath stuck in my throat at the owls words before i took the note from him, gave him an owl treat and sent him to the owl coup. "Whats up?" His sleepy voice called from my bed still disorientated from his sudden sleep "....its a letter for you" i hung my head knowing what it would say as i passed it over "Draco... i believe its best if... we keep our distance from eachother" "dont be.......stupid..." his face fell as he read the note from his father
'Draco,
How dare you lie to us about that cursed buddie of yours, i know draco, she told me! If you do not wish to disgrace this family anymore you will do well to remove her from your life or to turn her over. I am highly disappointed in you, however you mother feels differently....the choice is yours Draco. Make the right one.'
He clutched his head in his hands before i spoke up "....obliviate me" he shot his head up to look at me "w-what?" "From your memory... obliviate me so your father won't punish you...." "i dont want to forget you why dont you understand that?!" He all but screamed "i dont want you to forget either but we both knew this would happen one day Draco!" I screamed back silencing him "im bad news for you Draco... im bad news and bad luck so...just forget me? Make your life easier" "....i cant do it.... I'd rather live a difficult life like this with you in it than a life thats easier.... Tia i-" "i know....im your best friend and you dont want to lose that.....so if thats the case.... stay away from me..I'll dissappear soon from your life and you'll forget me" he grabbed my wrist as i tried to leave forgetting about my injuries, i winced at the sudden pain and hissed only to be pulled against him again, his strong arms held me tightly as we both cried. I placed a soft kiss on his tear stained cheek before leading him to the door, "Draco....if things were different i hope you know i would give up anything so i could stay by your side for as long as you wanted me to....I'll miss you" and with those parting words.... he kissed my scared wrists muttering thinngs i couldnt hear and then..... he was gone. I wrote a letter to his father explaining that his son didnt know i was a potter and only knew me by Evans. After sending the letter i went to where Axel was staying since he grew too big for my room and the halls, he now came up to my chest and his wings nearly spanned the same as my animagus. I spent the night in there with him just sleeping on him and trying to forget the memories Draco and i shared as well as my feelings for him. Over time things had gone from bad to worse Dumbledor was gone, Umbridge had taken over, the creativity and individuality of its students had been removed and finally....the prefects. The buddie system had been removed, so Draco and I were no longer tied to one another, his relationship with Pansy became official, the bullying became worse for me, and i found myself with nowhere to go since each house except hufflepuff rejected slytherins and even then it was seen as suspicious if a slytherin was caught with another house. Umbridge seemed to take a great dislike to me, punishing me every chance she got even for the smallest of things, Snape didnt take too kindely to that however i didnt want his job in jeopardy so i told him i was okay, it was only some lines. It seemed to sooth him but the pain only increased, i arrived in the room of requirements like i was asked and entered to keep watch on the door, it was enchanting watching the other students cast their spells and their amazing smiles were infectious "Tia! Great to see you here!" Haary called making the others turn around and face me, some frowning, some voicing their dislike/mistrust in me, while most smiled and welcomed me. I didnt let the few bother me and focused only on the good, "ill watch the door and keep the attention of the first years if we're found....i hate that pompous macroon" hermione cupped my injured hands gently showing great care for the injured limbs that showed various sentences scrawled on them. It was enchanting watching the students perform their full body patronus', however the sight was cut short as the ground shaking sound of a boom shook the room. I waved my wand pushing the first years away and hiding them from sight. 'Please let it not be what i think it is'