Addicted to You {Draco Malfoy Love Story}

Chapter One

"AMARIS CELIA VILLIN, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

My mothers voice boomed throughout our house and I rolled onto my side groaning, not wanting to get out of bed at all.

I lay for a couple of minutes staring out my window resting my head on my hands, hoping she would have forgotten that she'd called me down. It was a stupid thought.

"AMARIS I SAID NOW!!"

"URGHHH!" I groaned, sliding off my bed and detangling myself from my silky covers.

I threw my robe around myself in a huff as I had only slept in my underwear, I hate pyjamas!

Storming out of my bedroom and down the long spiral staircase, I made sure to slam my feet down hard against each step making a loud bang, just to make it clear that I wasn't happy about being woken up early.

What time even is it? I thought, and as if right on queue-

"WHY are you not dressed Amaris! The train leaves in almost 2 hours, it's already 9am!"

I glared playfully at my mother as she was stressing out way too much. She's not the one moving bloody schools for Merlin's sake.

"What are you staring at! GET DRESSED!" She yelled suddenly. I rolled my eyes and went to turn round, before she stopped me by grabbing my left arm.

"Make sure you wear something long sleeved" she said in a hushed tone with sad eyes, whilst pulling up the sleeve of my robe to reveal my dark mark. I nodded and pulled my arm from her grip, heading up the stairs back to my room.

Stomping back into my bedroom, I jumped in the shower, obeying my mothers orders and washed my hair and body, letting the warm water trickle down, somewhat calming me. When I was finished I hopped out and wrapped a towel round myself whilst strolling back into my bedroom towards my closet.

I picked out my underwear, a tight black long sleeved turtleneck laced top and a black leather skirt which reached a little higher than mid thigh. Oops. At least i'm wearing black tights too, I thought.

I dried my body and threw on my clothes, the long sleeved top hugging my small curvy waist perfectly and adjusting the skirt so I didn't look too adventurous. I slipped on my black ankle length heeled boots after my thin tights and magically dried my hair in front of the mirror using a spell my mother had once taught me, letting my long dark brown locks fall elegantly around my face and reaching my lower back. I applied a small amount of mascara which made my bright sky blue eyes pop and left it as that. I didn't really wear much makeup, as my father would always say i'm a 'natural beauty' and didn't need any of that sort of stuff. Men, I thought and sighed angrily.

Once I was happy with my appearance I slowly walked back over to my bed and sat down for a minute, wondering what the hell it was going to be like once I arrived at Hogwarts. I was starting my 5th year and was actually nervous for once in my life.

I lifted the sleeve on my left arm and sighed, staring at my dark mark. The mark that made me stand out from most others, the mark that made me come here in the first place.

"What IS THAT!" my best friend Helena yelled, pointing at my arm as I had stepped out of the shower. I gasped in surprise and tried to cover it with my towel, but failing as I knew she had already seen in, along with the other girls we shared a dorm with at our school.

"Helena- I can explain! It's honestly not what it looks like!" I started, pleading with her to hear me out. However I knew it was useless, it was exactly what it looked like. I wore the dark mark and would have to serve the Dark Lord when he rose once again.