The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 34

<<<TW: R-SLUR>>>

"Well, if it isn't the cutter herself." Layla sneered as I walked into the dorm.

"Layla, shut up," I muttered, walking over to my bed.

I knew that all of our year knew what happened, and I'd come to terms with it. However, I had so many problems that were going through my mind, and Layla was the least of them.

"What did I ever do to you?" I asked.

"She isn't always like this, you know. She only acts like this towards you." Parvati said, looking up from her book.

"I literally did nothing to you." I gritted my teeth. "Are you being a bitch just to be a bitch or what?"

"My sister wants me to," Layla answered simply.

"What did I ever do to her? I don't talk to Pansy!" I exclaimed.

"Draco Malfoy," Layla stated, not looking me in the eye. "She thinks that you are stealing him away from her."

"What? That's really what all of this is about? It's not my fault that Draco doesn't like Pansy. Besides, he's my best friend, do you expect me to not hang out with him?" I said rolling my eyes.

"Well, she wants to blame you. So she wants to make your life a living hell, and I'm helping her." Layla said.

"Why?" I asked.

"She's my sister. I'm not going to let someone steal her man away from her. Even if it's the sister of the most beautiful person in the world."

"Why thank you," Ariel said walking into the room.

"Not you, go away twerp," Layla said giving her a look of superiority.

"Make me a whore." Ariel flipped her off.

"Ariel, that isn't necessary," I reasoned. "I doubt you know what a whore is."

"But—" I cut her off.

"Now," I said.

"SHE JUST CALLED ME A TWERP AND YOU ARENT GOING TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?" Ariel screamed at me.

"Well, I--" she cut me off.

"I hate you!" Ariel screamed and ran out of the room.

I sighed irritatedly, running my hands through my hair and dragging my fingers down my face.

"How do you deal with that? She may be your sister but she sounds hella annoying." Lavender said.

"It's not her fault," I said.

"How isn't it? Is she mentally retarded or something?" Layla asked smiling as if it was funny.

That statement flipped a switch in my brain, making me want to kill her. I marched towards her as quickly as I could with crutches and grabbed a fistful of her shirt.

"I swear to god, call her mentally retarded again and I will forcefully throw you out of the window," I growled, glaring at her, our faces inches away.

"Got it," Layla said, eyes wide in fear.

"Good." I let go of her shirt and backed away.

"She isn't retarded. That's such a shitty thing to say. She's really smart. She just can't control her emotions as we can. She has BPD. Borderline Personality Disorder." I said.

"I have what?" Ariel asked, poking her head into the doorway.

My eyes widened, realizing that she heard everything that I had just said.