game over ✧ d.m

Chapter Two: Tempo

Draco Malfoy looked at himself through the reflection of the mirror, fixing his tie with a smirk plastered on his face. Checking his pocket watch, he started walking towards the door, ready to leave his room. Everybody was gone at this moment, it was him by himself now.

'Peasants strive to arrive early, while kings arrive just in time.' He thought, slowly walking down the stairs to the common room to leave.

He inhaled the smell of sea the dungeon emitted, as his footsteps echoed through the corridors. A dissonant scream was heard on the other side.

Checking his watch, he noticed he still had time.

Silently walking to the source of sound, he cautiously peeked out the corner. The dungeons made it difficult for him to see, but from the distance he could identify a silhouette; it was (Y/n). She was banging on Snape's blistered door, clutching her stomach as she bent over in pain.

Her cries reached the depth of his being, making him step off- however, before he could show reveal himself, Snape opened the door and used a levitation spell to bring her inside his office. 

Malfoy walked towards the door, carefully placing his ear to eavesdrop on them.

"Who gave you this?" Snape's demanding voice asked.

"Dumbledore did!" She cried.

'Don't worry, love. I'll kill anyone who hurts you.' He thought, Dumbledore's face appearing on his mind- but then he thought about himself.

"You must get rid of it, clearly it's not doing any good." He stated.

"No. He told me I should treasure it."

Silence.

Snape started muttering some sort of incantation that made her pain subside.

The doorknob started turning, startling him and making him run, not wanting to be caught.

He arrived at the Great Hall breathing heavily. He checked his watch again; he was late.

"Why the heavy breathing?" Asked Blaise.

"And that hair?" Added Nott.

"Have you been with (Y/n)?" Blaise asked suggestively as he raised his eyebrows with a mocking smile.

Malfoy smirked at the thought. He sat down and ate his breakfast, listening carefully and observing everyone.

It was already halftime through Potions and (Y/n) wasn't there. Making eye contact with Parkinson, she didn't know where she was either. He hoped it was (Y/n) when Potter and Weasley barged into the room before. Pathetic. He glared at Potter, loathing shooting through his eyes. Potter did the same.

"Professor," He called out.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked, leaving the cauldron unattended. Various students were coming closer to it, trying to catch the scent of their loved ones.

"Ms. (L/n) isn't here yet, which is unusual of her. As a Prefect, I have responsibility over my classmates. May I go to check on her?"

"Yes, of course, Mr. Malfoy, please do." He said, stepping off and letting him through.

When Malfoy passed over the cauldron, he couldn't help but notice the strong scent of blood that clung to his nostrils like his mother's perfume.

He paced towards the Slytherin common room, glad he missed his lesson. He didn't bother knocking on (Y/n)'s door since it was slightly ajar.

Stepping in, he found her sleeping on her bed peacefully. He sat beside her and leaned closer and begun to comb her hair, making her emit a soft moan. He inhaled the scent of her hair, moving closer to her flesh where he started to kiss softly.

(Y/n) stirred and moaned, still with her eyes closed.

"(Y/n)..." Draco whispered, making her open her eyes slightly. He gently lifted her head and rested it on his lap, as his fingers danced around her crown.

"It hurts." She breathed out.

Malfoy didn't know if she meant it literally or metaphorically, so he stayed silent and waited for her to keep talking.

"My mother..."

"She was glad you weren't there."

"I see," she whispered. Malfoy saw how she swallowed to prevent herself from crying.

The boy saw how (Y/n) stared at his mark. Her face slowly changed, and this time she let her tears cascade. Draco's face didn't change, in fact, he enjoyed to see her vulnerable under his terror.

"Don't be so surprised, cousin. You would have had it aswell," he smirked. "Unless I'm not a coward. I didn't run away. I faced it."

(Y/n) sat up, pinning him down and stared at his soul. Her lips inches apart and their breaths intertwined.

"You call me a coward?" Her lips softly touched against his. Malfoy could taste the blood in them. "Fighting makes people weak now? Didn't you join because you want to be safe, even you know it's wrong?"

He closed his eyes, "Hypocrite." He smirked. "Stop trying to redeem yourself. We were raised and taught cruelty."

"Cruel people are weak!"

"You'll get yourself killed," Malfoy rolled his eyes, "like Sirius."

She cried out and tried to hit him, but he just gripped her wrist so tightly he was certain that'll leave a mark.

"Be smart, (Y/n). Protect yourself, that's what your mother would have liked."

Malfoy sat up and hugged her from behind, burying his face into her neck as he embraced her softly.

"I'll kill Dumbledore," he whispered sweetly, sending shivers down her spine.

(Y/n) tried to break away from his embrace as Malfoy kept whispering vile things with a sweet tone. He knew he was scaring her and that made him feel powerful.

"I won't let you- We won't let you," she hissed, giving up and resting against the warmth of his body.

"Oh yeah?" He laughed. It was a genuine laugh, a sweet laugh. That laugh that she always heard in her best dreams. "I'll kill your stupid friends too and anyone that gets in my way."

'Even if it would mean killing me aswell?'

"You shouldn't have told me this."

"Spare your life, sweet cousin. Dumbledore is old anyway. It would be a shame, compared to you, he's a wilting flower."

"And you're going to be the hand that picks me." She got away from Malfoy's sweet embrace and walked toward the door.

A satisfactory smile was drew on Malfoy's lips. He layed down on her bed.

His tactics were working, he thought.