Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Fifty-Eight - Seventh Year

"I'm done asking nicely, you little bitch," Fenrir hisses, slamming his hands on the table before me. "Tell me what you know about the horcruxes, or I'll give you a new scar to join the others!"

I uncross my arms and lean forward to rest my arms on the table in front of me. "Are you deaf? They stopped trusting me with information like that a long time ago. I was trying to protect your little weapon. Why would they tell me something that's obviously important to V-"

"Don't!" snaps the death eater sitting beside Fenrir. I roll my eyes.

"Important to You-Know-Who?"

"Like you'd openly protect a death eater. You can't simply defend one without being questioned as one yourself," Fenrir argues.

"I was, thanks to my father." I shrug. "Who's to say they know about these horcruxes anyway?"

Fenrir clenches his jaw. I glance at the other death eater, who's seen this little show so many times I'm sure he's grown sick of it, too.

"Am I done?"

"Go ahead," he sighs.

"But-"

"She hasn't heard anything, Greyback, stand down."

I leave the room and head straight to the grand staircase of Malfoy Manor. As I reach for the railing, I feel a slight chill on my wrist, and unconsciously tug my sleeve down over where the dark mark sits.

"Elizabeth," someone calls from behind me. I throw a glance over my shoulder and keep walking.

"Yeah?"

"How'd it go? Is Fenrir off your back yet?" Dad asks, jogging up the stairs to catch up.

"Nope."

"Didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Do you see any more cuts?" I ask dryly, holding my arms out. He sighs, reaching out to touch my shoulder.

"Elizabeth, I know you hate it here, but you can't-"

"No. I can," I say, shrugging his hand off as I reach the third floor. I speed up and go straight to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me.

Two months have passed since I was initiated into Voldemort's army. Two months have passed since I've seen my friends. Since I've felt any level of hope. Since I've been happy.

There's a knock on my door just moments after I sit down on my bed. "Who is it?"

"Draco."

"No. No," I mumble, staring at my now ink-covered skin. "I'm not-I can't-"

"It was the only way I could save you, Elizabeth," Draco tells me.

"Go away."

"Save me? You-you've just ruined my life," I snap, throwing the covers off of me. "If that curly-haired bitch could have given me more than three seconds I could have escaped."

"She would have killed you!" he argues, pushing me down the moment I start to rise.

"Can we please talk?" he asks. I hear his shoulder bump against the door.

"I don't care," I hiss, venom dripping from my voice. I'm not quite sure how much I mean it; I just know that now, seeing that dark mark etched onto my skin, being a death eater is the last thing I'd ever want.

"You think I was happy about becoming one?" he asks, throwing his arms up in the air. "I knew it was that or death then, too. How could you be okay with giving up like that?"