The Bookworm

Chapter 6

(Switch to Damien POV)

After showing Lucifer to his room I head to mine, I was furious he has even attempted to usher a word to Electra-Ivy after I told him she was out of bounds. Mine to bully. Mine.

I get into bed in a huff, tossing and turning all night in my sleep. Worry floods my body, Lucifer knew who Electra-Ivy is. As much as I didn't like her I didn't want him to use her in anyway, for any reason. Not to mention my father is to start working tomorrow, the new dark arts teacher. As well as a Quidditch match for me, the one who can't even play.

I jolt awake, my heart racing. Glancing at my phone. 5:00am. I knew I couldn't return back to sleep so I get up, get dressed and choose to go for a walk before class.

I wander into the garden, walking slowly as I try to wake myself up a bit. The cold air sends chills down my spine, goosebumps rising on my arms as the breeze brushes slowly over them.

The bell rings for first lesson within an hour or so of my walk I find myself in the defence against the dark arts classroom. Hunter say at one end of the class, alongside Clarissa. That when I spot it. Lucifer walks in with Electra-Ivy of all the girls he could of befriended why her?

"Hey Damien." She smiles, glancing at Lucifer who is admiring her as if she was a black swan on a beautiful crystal clear lake.

"Hi. How come your with Lucifer?" I ask, she questions my intentions.

"Because he happens to be nice to me, a friend some might say. You Damien, you treat me like shit and still expect me to bow to your lame orders." She snaps. It hurt but she wasn't wrong I had been nothing but horrible to her for years, since we were children. Lucifer had been kind from the beginning, even if he had bad intentions, he had won her over as a friend.

"Settle down class! I'm Mr Malfoy. You new defence against the dark arts professor. Some of you already know me some are yet to get to. Any questions?" My father states. "No. Ok then. Let's begin. Turn to page 452"

Dark arts goes by surprisingly fast. As do the rest of the days lessons.

Before long it's time for the Quidditch match I was dreading since this morning. My heart pounding as we make our way out onto the pitch. My broom shaky from my nerves, anxiety coursing through my veins. After playing for what felt like year but was only an hour, we won. Not because I caught the snitch or anything like that, but because the rest of the team score a lot higher than Hufflepuff. I have never been any good at Quidditch, I hope my brother is fit enough to play soon.

Another year came to a close. Another year closer to leaving I guess. We all clamber on the trains. I decide to just listen to music rather than converse with the other Slytherins.

We get home, I wipe my feet and take off my shoes. Calling to my mother to see where she is in the house. She responds that she is upstairs, in the guest room setting it up. I run upstairs confused.

"Why isn't the house elf doing it? And who's coming to stay?"

"I gave the house elf a sock. We can get another, I didn't want him round here whilst we take him in." She replies, very calmly but with some sort of rush of anxiety.

"Who is staying?" I ask again, a bit more sternly.

"Lucifer. His father has banished him from their home for a while. He refused to do something to a class mate for Voldemort . Not sure who." She says, I could see she is tense. She never liked Voldemort or Lucifer but because of fathers dark links to both of them she has to abide or we would all be killed.

"Electra-Ivy" I mumble gaining a small what from my mother that I brush off leaving to my room. What would Voldemort want from her? Why Electra-Ivy? Why couldn't he do it himself, why did Lucifer have to do something? I brush my thoughts off and slowly fall to sleep.

Upon awakening, I can already hear movement downstairs. I decide to get up and get some juice since we no long have a house elf, not that I was bothered I usually did stuff myself anyway. I get to the bottom step and can already feel the tension between my mother and father.

Lucifer sat eating some cereal. Messaging someone on snapchat. Which made me raise an eyebrow as I hear the notification. I roll my eyes as it's probably Electra-Ivy.

I sit down with a bowl of coco pops, and pull out my phone snap chatting Max and a few others, the usual. Today is gonna be a good day no matter what.

Hunter comes sliding downstairs with a huge grin on his face "wanna come out tonight Damo? Oh and Lucifer?" He asks.

"Where?" I ask, Lucifer looks at me in agreement.

"A party? No muggles, it's at the potters?"

"Does Harry know of said party Hunter?" Asks my father in a stern tone.

"Yes, he's the one who invited us" he smiles, such a good liar.

"Yeah sure then." I smile, Lucifer agrees too.

I throw my hoodie over my shirt, and grab my phone as we head out. I was wearing a black shirt, black jeans and my usual attitude.

Lucifer wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt.

Hunter wore a pair of black jeans a blue top and a hoodie on top.

We all pile into the BMW, Dad promises to pick us up whenever to avoid one of us crashing his beloved car. He also drives us there.

We reach the party and all get out the house full to the brim. We walk in, immediately we are met by Noah. The smell of alcohol consumed the house. Many girls stood dancing in the area of the living room, boys either watching or joining in. People making out together some on sofas, some stood up some on the stairs. I'd hate to think what is happening in the bathrooms or bedrooms.

Electra-Ivy appears bee lining straight to Lucifer. She had a green dress on, very form fitting, she looks beautiful. Ew stop Damien you sound like you like the girl. She wanders over to Hunter with Lucifer and has a massive chat about where Clarissa is. Then her and Lucifer wander off, I couldn't help but feel jealous. No your not jealous it's cause you can't bully her with him around.

I go straight to the kitchen pouring a whiskey on the rocks and drinking it swiftly. I pour another and another until I can hardly walk.

"Malfoy are you ok?" Asks a concern stricken Noah.

"Yeah" I say, lying my head is spinning and I could hardly speak.

"Let's get you home bud" Hunter says, everyone looking concerned at me. I never got like this why had I?

Dad comes to get us furiously and picks Hunter, Lucifer and I up. He wasn't happy, mostly angry at me for getting blackout drunk.

Once we get home, Hunter helps me into bed. I fall asleep almost immediately. Luckily I packed my case a few nights earlier so it was prepared for tomorrow.