Training for the ballet? (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Chapter 5

My eyes were red from crying and my head was hurting. It felt as if someone had hit me with a ledge pipe in the heart. I was lying on my bed, I had been re-located to another room in the castle, close to professor Dumbledore's office. I was suspended for a month. As I was lying on my bed wide awake in the dark, I felt drops of sweat rolling down my hairline and down on the bedsheets. I had had nightmares straight for two weeks since the incident with Malfoy and I had always woken up scared, in the middle of the night, so sweaty and warm that the bedsheets were straight up wet. I was breathing heavily and anxiety attacks had kept on coming frequently since I had been sent to Dumbledore the same day of the incident. I was terrified in the dark room. The black corners of the room seemed to be closing in on me and multiple tears escaped my eyes. I sat up and took my nightgown off and sat there in underwear letting the cold air from the open window hug and caress my body. I closed my eyes but all I could see was the blood. The blood of the boy I loved on the floor. The puddle growing bigger and bigger until it suddenly stopped by Snape's healing spells and didn't grow bigger but instead it decreased in size. Sucking every last drop of blood back into his body. I started to breathe heavily and opened my eyes. Such gruesome pictures. Yet, those were the only ones I was able to see every time I closed my eyes. The only thing I was really able to hear was the pain in Malfoy's scream as he had been hit. The only thing I was able to feel, was regret.

Zabini had written two letters in the two weeks I had been isolated in the room. I had not gone out to eat, I was in some way starving myself as a way of trying to make up for what I had done. I had not communicated with anyone. I had been isolated, by choice. I didn't want to hurt anyone else. As I still had two weeks left of my "punishment" I saw no reason to have to meet the judging eyes sooner than necessary by the students in the school. Dumbledore was rather forgiving, as he always was, yet after the encounter with him I couldn't help but getting those awful anxiety attacks. Let's not talk about the panic attacks.. Dumbledore however, had come in a couple of times and handed me a basket full of food, as he knew I didn't have the guts to attend any of the meals in the school. I had never dared to look him in the eyes as he handed me the baskets. I saved the food I had so that it would be enough until the next time he came. I smiled a little in the dark to myself, thinking of how humble our head master really was.

I read the letters over and over again in the dark with the help of my wand lighting up the pages. I read them so many times I had almost memorised them. They were short sentences, both angry and sad ones. I threw them on the floor and whispered "Nox" . He hated me, he never wanted to see me again. Malfoy had gotten his father involved and they both wanted me expelled, but Dumbledore had told them it wouldn't be happening. I put my nightgown back on and felt the now cold fabric hug my body and my mentally tired mind fell asleep sooner than I thought it would.

Two weeks later

I covered my head with the hood of my robe. I had not been recognised yet and I wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible. It was my first day back from suspension and my hands were shaking. I had managed to eat breakfast without being noticed but as soon as I sat down in the first class of the day, Potions, I had already been seen. No one approached me, but they studied me from a far. They were scared, even the professor. I was sitting alone, in the back of the room and stared down at my book. I heard whispers and felt glares from everyone. There were at least two meters between me and any other student. I took a deep breath. Suddenly I heard Zabini's voice. He was talking to the professor. I tilted my head a little so I could steal a glimpse of him and sharpened my ears.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zabini but there are no other classes with free spots left."

My heart sank. He wanted to change classes, to avoid me at all costs. I closed my eyes hard and tried not to cry.

How could one incident turn everyone against me? It's not like I created the spell. I suddenly thought angrily to myself.

It was three o'clock and the dreadful, terrifying classes were finally over for the day. I hurried out of the classroom, bumping into Harry.

"I'm sorry" I said and looked quickly at him and continued to walk to my room. He grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"(y/n), are you okay?" he asked softly.

I looked at him, surprised and somewhat touched that someone cared for me, especially Harry.

"I know it was an accident" he said quietly when I didn't reply. "I don't blame you for what happened, I found that spell a couple of months ago too, in an old potions book. I was going to use it in a duell too if I had to. I'm glad I didn't, I never knew what the effects was."

I nodded slowly at him.

"I'm sorry you had to be the one to use it and find out what the spell does in such a horrifying way. I truly am sorry for you." He said sincerely with sad eyes.

I let out a very tiny smile and whispered "thank you" to him before I gently broke free of his grasp and walked towards my room.

I flew towards the wall and it my head on the wall. I searched for my want in my robe but someone snatched it from me. My vision was blurry from the hit and I was dizzy. A voice I recognised talked quietly with someone in front of me. Blaise. I had just opened my door to my room and was daydreaming, when I was hit with a spell that threw me across the corridor. I shook my head and my sight became clearer. I looked up at the people in front of me. Blaise and Pansy. She had hit me with the spell and Blaise had taken my wand. I stood up.

"Leave me alone" I said annoyed and rubbed my head where I could feel some blood pouring out of the fresh wound that had just been created.

They didn't respond, instead they just left me standing there. Surprised I looked at their backs. I heard a cracking sound. Zabini turned around and threw something at me. My wand. Broken.

"I guess I deserved that" I mumbled and picked the pieces up.

"Stupefy"

I heard the voice I had longed to hear, yet feared to hear. Draco had directed the spell so it would land as close to me as possible without hurting me. I looked at him and my heart started to beat faster than usual. He was walking towards me in a determined way. With the speed of light, literally, he grabbed the two wand pieces from my hands and threw them away from me. Equally quickly he had grabbed my throat with his left hand and held his wand towards my head. His eyes were dark. The silence following that was killing me. I heard his breathing pattern change when he saw tears rolling down my cheeks as I struggled to breath properly. He was going to kill me.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. "I'm so, so sorry."

His facial expression changed and he loosened his choke hold on me, causing me to breathe heavily for air. Suddenly his sleeve on his left arm rolled down his arm and revealed a tattoo. Wait. It's the Dark mark.. I gasped and he noticed what I was looking at. His eyes darkened again and he let go of me. He pulled his sleeve down immediately and backed away a few steps.

"Malfoy" I whispered unintentionally with a soft voice and with sad eyes, both looking at him.

He reacted at that and approached me again and pointed his wand at me.

"You tell anyone about this and I will kill you" he said. 

I nodded and watched him slowly walk away.