𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 | D. Malfoy

chapter five

I must have fallen asleep due to the exhaustion of the pain because I wake up to a lot of it. My whole body feels like it's on fire and as I come to, I realize it's because Smith is straddling me. 

"Ah, finally awake are you?" He smiles down at me sadistically, running his arms along my waist. He's only wearing his boxers again and I feel extremely vulnerable in my almost paralyzed state.

"Get off!" I say hoarsely. "Get of me, Smith! It hurts!" I say as loudly as my drained voice is able to.

"That's the point." He smiles. " You looked so pretty, lying on our bed, your little face scrunched up in pain. It made me want to kiss you." He leans down as if he was going to follow through with what he just said, so I raise my arms to his chest and try to push him off. 

"Stop it, Smith." He doesn't react and instead holds my arms down. When I'm not able to fight back, he kisses me. Hard. I shake my head, trying to get away from him. 

"I said no! I said no! Please stop!" I sob. Nothing works and he kisses me again, one arm roaming my body as the other holds my hands down above my head. I slump into the bed, eyes shut tightly. Unable to stop him I try to sink into myself. Tears run from my eyes onto the pillow.

"Please stop, Smith. I'm begging you," I whisper, almost fainting from pain, exhaustion and fear. To my surprise he actually stops finally. He gets up from me and pulls out his wand, casting some kind of charm that immediately removes the pain from my body. The relief is overwhelming.

"I like it when you beg, little one." He whispers into my hair, pressing one last kiss onto my bruised lips, before getting off my waist and lying down on his side of the bed. 

I silently cry myself to sleep that night, and almost all the following ones. He never goes further than kissing me and touching my exposed skin, and for that I am extremely grateful, but I have a dreadful feeling it wont last much longer. 

Whenever I do something he doesn't approve of in public, he casts that god awful bruising hex. Never as bad as the one from that night, but ones that make every action painful. Not to the point anyone will notice of course. He is too careful for that. 

Since it's been multiple months and appearences were important, according to Smith anyway, he has taken to following me around, arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand gripping mine, also when we are alone he's become more affectionate. And however uncomfortable it makes me, its better to have him kiss me then punch me. All this means I have little to no time alone with my friends, and therefore hardly any chance to ask for help, even if I built up the courage to do so.

Its another morning of little to no sleep, and as part of my new morning routine, I cover up my bruises with a glamour. Today is one of the increasingly rarer days he hasn't cast the bruising hex, and I revel in the way I can move without pain. Another step in my morning routine is waking up Smith. Leaving the room without him has now become a punishable offence, one I won't be repeating.

"Smith. Its almost 8." I say, knowing to keep well away from grabbing distance. He grunts, but begins moving. I finish up in the bathroom, and when I come out, he's dressed.

"Come here, little one." He murmers and reaches out a hand. I comply, letting him pull me against his chest. He puts a kiss on my cheek and as we make our way out the door, he slaps my bum. I flinch, but keep walking. The others have already gone so we make our way to breakfast.

"Hello friends." Smith grins at the table. I paste on a small smile, eyes downcast. We sit down, Smith practicly pulling me onto his lap as I take my half a slice of toast. I don't have appetite for anything else. I watch as Blaise preps Morgans face with kisses, feeding her pieces of his fruit plate, a bright smile on both their faces. Pansy and Terry are eating silently, but she leans against his shoulder, and they enjoy each others prescence. I sigh at the sight. They look so happy and it looks truly genuine. My eyes prick with tears as Smiths hand comes to rub my behind. My eyes move to Malfoy, to find them already watching me. I quickly collect myself, smiling at him and hoping he doesn't notice the tears I'm willing back into my eyes or Smiths roaming hand. I don't dare say anything to him, knowing Smiths dislike and fear for Malfoy.