𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 | D. Malfoy

chapter four

I dont't sleep much that night. Terrified of moving too much and waking him. Being so close to him, knowing what he'd already done made me stay frozen in my position at the edge of the bed, taking small shallow breaths.  I'm sure he wont try anything, but his behavior is frightening. I didn't trust him and that really scares me. So instead I wallow in self pity, his words to me repeating on a loop all night. Even Draco Malfoy had never called me a mudblood, so to then have my future husband do so, made me realize how deep Smith's prejudice went. 

When the sun rises, I carefully crawl out of bed and get ready, tip toing around the room. In the bathroom mirror I see my bruise already darkening and hurriedly cast a glamour. Looking at it makes everything feel too real. By the time I'm done getting ready, Smith is still sleeping. Not sure if waking him up is wise or not, I settle for giving him a little nudge. I have a sneaky suspision that whatever I do, he will complain. So to keep up appearances, I walk over to his bed.

"Smith. Wake up." I warily shake his shoulder and am about to pull my hand away when he suddenly grabs it and yanks me so that I almost fall on top of him.

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is husky from sleep and his hair is a blond mess on top of his head. He sits up in bed still holding my arm.

"I- I was just waking you up. I'm sure the others will wonder if we don't go down to breakfast together." I gulp. He let's go of my wrists and abruptly stands up, leaving me to hurriedly step out of his way lest he knocks me over. 

"Well, don't just stand around like an idiot, tell them I'm coming." he spits, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Stop bossing me around." I bite back, already regretting waking him. He frowns and takes a step in my direction. I take the hint and leave the room, stopping outside the door to take a couple deep breaths. 

 Once he appears we meet the others in the common room and make our way to breakfast. On my third slice of toast, Smith grabs my hand under the table and gives me a look out of the corner of his eye. I already know what that means, and having pieced together that the bed incident might very well have been because I didn't listen to him, I refrain from eating the rest. Excusing myself early, I'm about to leave when Malfoy stands up as well.

"Heading to Transfiguration?" He asks, as we step away from the table. I nod. "I left my books in the common room." I mutter sheepishly. 

"I forgot mine as well. I'll walk you." We fall into step and silence ensues. 

"So, Morgan and Blaise are getting along fabulously." I say into the silence. A sliver of a smile appears on Malfoys face. "If there is anyone who would benefit from a Ministry ploy, it would be Blaise. He somehow embodies the luck of a whole herd of rabbits feet." I laugh. "I can only imagine Blaise's reaction to you comparing him to rabbits feet." We step up to the portrait and Malfoy mutters the password, holding open the portrait as I duck under his arm.

"I'd rather you didn't tell him. I will never hear the end of it otherwise." Malfoy says, a sparkle in his eye. "As long as you don't tell Morgan she's exactly the same. Somehow that girl can make any and all situations work out." 

"We have a deal, Jones." 

"Nova." I insist, looking up at him with a stern eye. He looks down at me, only hesitating slightly before nodding.

"We have a deal, Nova." Hearing him say my name makes goosebumps appear on my arms, and I distract myself my moving across the common room to collect my Transfiguration book. 

"How is it going with, Smith?" Malfoy asks as he returns from his room, book under his arm. "I gather you haven't bonded as much as Blaise and Lee." He hold open the portrait for me once more and we walk side by side down the halls. I busy myself with reorganizing my book to think of a good answer.