Malfoy's Wife

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do you guys prefer super bad boy draco with a more dark, possessive kinda side or a fluffy, bit sweeter draco? or him with both/moodswings? please let me know (:

lemon warning (;

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"No goodbye kiss from my wife?"

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The disaster of Valentine's Day had made you isolate yourself from everyone. You knew that Harry would most likely tell everyone what he had found out. The DA would hate you and no one would want to associate themselves with you. Everyone except Draco that is. After he saw Harry storm out on you, he took this as an opportunity to annoy you as much as he could and spend time with you. He wouldn't listen to your attempts of getting him to go away.

You had written to your mother on Valentine's Day night. It had been two weeks and he hadn't responded. Her silence was enough. Instead of worrying about school work and Umbridge, you had become obsessed with finding out the identity of your father and the person sending anonymous notes to you. They obviously knew something.

Walking down to the Great Hall, you tried to pretend that everyone wasn't staring at you. News of Harry walking out on you on your 'date' had gotten around. Cho refused to look at you and Hermione hadn't even smiled at you. You tried to ignore all this negative energy and as you sat down at the Ravenclaw table, you could see people give you dirty looks. You didn't even know if it was because of Voldemort or because of the date with Harry.

You sat alone and tried to eat some toast. Someone came and sat down next to you. You turned to your right and were surprised to see that it was Marietta. Cho was behind her, tugging on her sleeve to avoid whatever was about to happen.

"Yes?" You said, raising an eyebrow.

"How could you go out on a date with Harry straight after Cho did? Why would you try and steal him from her?" Marietta accused. You almost choked on your toast. Since when did Cho go on a date with Harry?

"Leave it, Mari. She didn't know." Cho tried to pull Marietta away. "No, this boyfriend stealer needs to learn her place."

Marietta looked like she was ready to start a fight. "Enough."

A cold voice made everyone turn around, the attention was off of you and onto...Harry?

"She didn't do anything wrong. Hermione and I invited her to sit with us while she was waiting for her friends."

You were shocked. Why would Harry stand up for you when he refused to give you the time of the day the past week? You glanced across to the Slytherin table and saw that Draco was half-sitting, half-standing. He glared angrily at Harry who had seemed to beat him to stand up for you.

Marietta and Cho left and Harry turned around to walk away. "Wait!" You cried. "I'm sorry, Harry. But you knew I couldn't tell you. I didn't even know he was my grandfather."

Your voice ended as a whisper and Harry turned around to give you a cold stare. "I don't want to talk to you." You trembled as you sighed, holding back the tears. You were hurt. You ran out of the Great Hall, not seeing Harry's guilty face.

"Go and fix what you've done. Obviously she was in shock too and you're not making it any better, Harry!" Hermione grabbed him and pushed him towards your fleeing figure.

"[Name], wait," Harry sighed, chasing after you, Draco's grey eyes piercing into his back. He growled angrily and went back to breakfast, reminding himself to confront you later.

After exiting the Great Hall, you and Harry turned a corner and sat down on a bench. You wiped your eyes and looked at him with a glare. "What do you want? Thought you didn't want to talk to me," you said bitterly.