Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 4

Draco's POV:

The next morning everyone received their owls from their parents. Draco was no exception. He opened up the letter to reveal his father's neat handwriting. His eyes searched for the Malfoy crest and they landed right on it. 'What new hidden message does he have now?' Draco asks himself. He hopes it isn't anything bad, even though he knows it is. Draco leaves the Great Hall and enters an empty bathroom.

Draco points his wand to his father's letter, not bothering to read the letter before. "Revelio." He says and words appear, disappear, and rearrange to their rightful places. The letter reads:

"Dear Draco,

We have very important business to attend to this weekend, me and you. The dark lord is ready to accept you and it is your time to wear the dark mark just like a true Malfoy. Be ready and do not embarrass us.

- Lucius"

Of course, his father never called himself Draco's father, he wouldn't dare! He's embarrassed them too much to be their son. But, maybe, just maybe if he goes through with this he will be accepted from them once again. That's all that matters, right? Plus, it's not too bad anyway. This is the way it's supposed to be. This is the right way to live.

Draco reminds himself what his father told him to do when he receives a letter of this sort: burn it. "Incendio." Draco says, the paper burning in his hand.

"Draco?" Goyle appears behind him, making Draco jump.

"Dammit, Goyle!" Draco sends a curse his way, it barely missing Goyle.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Goyle shouts.

"Leave!" Draco shouts, Goyle scattering away instantly.

***

"Now, we will be continuing the practice on the Patronus charm today." Professor Lupin says to the class. "Since Harry did it yesterday, why doesn't Draco come up and do it?"

Draco sighs but gets up anyway, making his way to the front of the class. "Remember, think of your happiest memory." Professor Lupin reminds.

Draco thinks and thinks, but all he can think of to try is the time his mother gave him new robes. "Expecto Patronum," Draco says nonchalantly. Nothing happens.

"Try it again, but with more voice," Lupin advises. Draco raises his wand once more and tries again.

"Expecto Patronum!" Draco shouts... Nothing. Nothing at all. He looks down, feeling shameful.

"We'll practice more later," Lupin says, giving Draco a smile and a pat on the back. He goes to sit down, not once looking up at anyone. He can practically hear his father screaming at him about how he's practically a squib, a horrible wizard, a disgrace... the weakest Malfoy ever known to date. He'll never do it right.

"Malfoy?" Harry whispers from beside him.

Draco jumps and gives him a glare. "What?'

"Are you alright?" He whispers.

"You're asking me if I'm alright? I told you not to be weird, Potter." Draco turns his head back to the front of the class, ignoring Harry's annoyed sigh.

Once his father knows he failed something he'll be upset. Of course, he may try to help him, but then Draco would fail again and again and finally his father would get fed up and call him stupid and throw curses at him, seeing how he could dodge them. In the meanwhile, he calls him weak for not blocking the spells quick enough. He wants to be what his father wants: a perfect wizard who knows all the spells without having to be taught much, doing it with ease. He never will, though. This school teaches him nothing!

"Draco?" Lupin speaks up.

Draco's head snaps up, the room feeling oddly empty. "Huh?"

"It's time to go..." Lupin says. Well, this explains the emptiness. He looks around the classroom to see nothing but empty desks. How long did he zone out for?

"Right..." Draco stands up, putting his bag over his shoulder, and grabs his things, leaving the classroom as soon as he could. If he keeps acting like this, people will know. He has to be stronger than this. He could hide everything else, why can't he hide this better?!

He bumps into someone and his things scatter all over the floor. Draco grunts in annoyance. Oh no, it's even worse... It's Harry Potter he ran into. He knows he promised to be nicer, but that doesn't mean he can't hate him in silence.

"Sorry, Draco," Harry says confidently.

Draco gives him an eyebrow raise. He felt weird inside all of the sudden. "Call me Malfoy, Draco is weird coming from you..." He trails off.

"Right. Sorry, Malfoy." Harry says simply, grabbing his books and handing them to him.

"Uh... Thanks?" Draco questions. He shouldn't be nervous. Who is he becoming?! A wimp, that's it. "But really I'm not as helpless as I look, Potter." He spat his words at Harry, feeling slightly guilty. His stomach began to turn.

"Great..." Harry replies sarcastically. Draco awkwardly put his books back in his bag. "See you later, yeah?" Harry asks.

"Sure..." Draco replies, dropping his head in shame for both his weakness and his rudeness.

Draco watches Harry walk away, feeling as if Harry just beat him in a duel in front of everyone. He suddenly feels as if he's going to scream. He runs into the nearest boy's bathroom, running into a stall and hiding. Just like at home, always finding a small little place to hide. He never knew why he felt the need to hide, all his father did was judge him and he only hit him with curses once. He's just a baby, isn't he? A weak, disgraceful, failure of a son. He'll never grow, will he?

"I know what it's like to sob..." Moaning Myrtle says from the stall beside him.

Draco touches his cheeks, feeling that they're wet. He wipes his eyes quickly. "I'm not! Now go away you disgusting creep." He insults.

Moaning Myrtle screams, "How dare you?!"

"Oh just get back at me then why don't you! See if I care!" Draco shouts. There is a moment of silence. "Oh, can Ms. Myrtle not get revenge? Boohoo. Go the hell away."

"Harry's right, you are rude!" Myrtle retorts.

"Like I give a damn what Harry thinks." Draco spits but feels a pang in his chest. The sudden urge to scream comes back and he feels a teardrop on his face.

"Your face says otherwise." Myrtle giggles.

"It's not Harry you dumb mud-blood!" Draco shouts. Myrtle gasps. A sudden crash is heard and water fills the bathroom. "Bloody hell!" Draco screams, running as fast as he can out of the bathroom, getting his robes and pants soaked in the process.

"I'll get you, Draco Malfoy!" Myrtle shouts after him as he falls into the hallway.

Stumbling and threatening to fall over, he runs to the common room. "Holly berries!" He shouts, the door opening slowly and Draco bounces impatiently. He runs in as soon as he can.

Giggles could be heard as soon as he entered. "Yeah-- Draco?" Pansy says from the left corner of the room. She walks towards him quickly. "Oh baby--"

"Don't fucking call me that." Draco pushes her away from him and runs up to his dorm. How many times does he have to say he doesn't want her?! He grabs fresh clothes and runs to the bathrooms. He has a quick shower and changes, sighing in relief.

He falls onto his bed afterward, feeling exhausted. Tomorrow he has to get the dark mark. This is it.