Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 22.

"Your room is nice. Wouldn't expect anything less from the prince of the wizarding world." I joke, chuckling a little to myself as I walk around the dorm-ish room. "My parents paid extra so I'd have my own room. It's still connected to the boy's dormitory though, so keep quiet." He replies, sitting on his bed. I run my finger on his dresser and watch him carefully; he looks really upset actually, nothing like how he looked earlier today. My fingers catch on an envelope and I look down on it, instantly recognizing Lucius Malfoy's fancy handwriting. "Is this what's bothering you? What's it say?" I ask, picking it up. "It's from my father. He...he wants-He wants me to become a death eater." He answers miserably, dropping his head into his hands. After placing the letter back onto the dresser I hurry over to him and sit on the silken bedspread beside him, a bit of a smile on my face. "Well it's not like you're considering it! So what's there to be miserable about?" My words are met with silence, which is rather concerning. I furrow my eyebrows and frown, then lightly grabbing his arm in an attempt to make him look at me. "You aren't actually considering it...right?" Once again, silence. Draco just keeps his face in the palms of his hands, not even daring to face me. "Draco, please tell me you aren't. Please say you aren't." I whisper, completely shocked by this situation. "Draco, please-" "Stop saying that!" He suddenly snaps, now facing me with a frown I haven't seen in years. "Wha-what? Saying what?" "Please! I don't need you to plead with me! So shut up!" He barks, standing up from his bed and walking across the room to an armchair, the which he takes a seat in. "Okay, okay, just try and calm down.." I reply, calmly trying to de-escalate what's happening. "My father wants me to do this, I can't disobey my father." He states, more to himself than to me. "Your father, you mean the coward who abused you practically your entire life so far? You mean the man who doesn't give a damn about his own family? I think you have perfectly good reasons to disobey him." "Don't call him a coward, you don't understand what's happening." "I do believe I understand, darling. You're afraid of him, he abused you. I understand completely." "No you don't! You don't know what it's like!" He shouts, suddenly not seeming to care about the other boys in the surrounding dormitory. I stop for a moment, in complete and utter disbelief of what he just said; Then, with shaking hands, I stand up, gripping a bedpost so tightly it seems likely to snap at any moment. "I don't know what it's like? YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE?!" I roar, making Draco jump in surprise at my sudden outburst. "You don't know what it was like at the Dursley's! Locked away in a cupboard nearly my entire life, barely eating anything but an old fruit every other day, kept in the freezing cold every winter. I imagine if you were confined to your room, you'd still be allowed to eat, drink, and have your fireplace warming up the room. And I imagine you wouldn't be kept in your room for a week at the least. I was beaten, I was spit on, I WAS ISOLATED FROM THE ENTIRE WORLD, UNTIL I CAME TO HOGWARTS. MY UNCLE HIT ME, KICKED ME, THREW ME BY MY HAIR, POKED ME WITH A HOT FIREPLACE ROD, TREATED ME LIKE HIS SLAVE. HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS, HE MADE SURE IF I EVER SPOKE BACK TO HIM OR DID ANYTHING HE DIDN'T LIKE, I WOULD BE TAUGHT A LESSON SO I WOULDN'T DO IT AGAIN. MOST DAYS, HE WOULDN'T EVEN ALLOW ME TO EAT! I HAD TO SIT THERE, AND LISTEN TO WHAT A FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE I AM, HOW MUCH THEY WISH I HAD DIED WITH MY PARENTS, ALLLL THE REASONS I SHOULD FUCKING DIE, AND HOW USELESS I AM TO EVERYBODY, TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. I FUCKING KNOW WHAT AN ABUSIVE HOME IS LIKE, DRACO. I FUCKING KNOW." I scream at him, tears free flowing down my cheeks, my entire body shaking madly, my voice thundering so loudly, it shakes the walls and rattles the furniture. Draco sits there in that green velvet armchair, staring up at me with wide eyes, his mouth opens and closes continuously but no sound comes out. I wipe my eyes with my sleeve and scowl at him, rage still pulsating through me. "I don't have to listen to you. You're just a...just...just a.." "A what? A mudblood? Is that what you're trying to say?" "...I..." "If you want to listen to your sad excuse of a father, then do it. Kill something, become a death eater and traitor to your friends and I. I'm just a filthy little mudblood, right? So it doesn't matter what I say, I know; I can't force you not to do it, but I can ask you to not do it. Because even though you've just been possibly the biggest asshole alive, I care about you enough to want better things for you." I say, straightening my pajamas and turning on my heel for the door. "Sara-" "Fuck off, Malfoy." I interrupt him, not even caring to use his first name, he's messed up, and he needs to realize what he's done. I'm not going to just forgive him on the spot, he needs to learn from his mistake. I yank his room door open and walk out, slamming it behind me. Slytherin boys in their beds all watch me carefully as I walk by, probably waiting for another scream to see if it was really me. But unfortunately for them, there will be no such show, I just keep quiet and keep my head high, until I finally make it back into the hallways outside of the Slytherin house. "Hello Sarah!" "What're you doing down here?" Fred and George pop out of nowhere, with their trademark  mischievousgrin on their faces. "Hullo Fred, George." I greet them, not wanting to answer Fred's question. George elbows his brother in the ribs, his grin turning into a slight concerned frown. "Look at her eyes, get out your wand, Freddie." Shit. Fred does so, says a quick "Lumos!" And looks at my red, tear stained face, then frowning just like George. "What happened to you?" "What do you mean? I look fantastic right?" I joke, trying to keep this conversation light, however, my voice cracks mid-sentence, which doesn't make for a very good joke. "We were going to prank some Slytherins, but now I'd like to know who's made you like this." "It's not a big deal guys, it was just a fight with Draco." Saying his name makes me want to cry even more than I already do, which sucks. "We'll walk you back to your dormitory." "You can tell us what happened on the way." Just like usual, they finished each others sentences, and I immediately know there's no way to get out of telling them, so I just nod, and chuckle as I take both of their extended arms. The world needs more Weasleys' in it, that's just a fact.