the girl with all of the choices

f o r t y - f i v e

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june eighteenth- the unravelling begins...

"What about him?" Draco asked quietly, his body stiffening underneath me. I sat up a bit, not wanting to burden him with my body if this went in a bad direction.

But let's be honest, it probably will.

He sat up more, crossing his long legs in front of him, starting to fiddle with the ends of his sleeves.

"There was a battle at the Ministry, in the Department of Mysteries," Theo said.

"I know," Draco answered. "Is there news?"

"Nobody was hurt," Theo commented. I sighed in relief. "But the Minister and a few other officials saw Him, You-Know-Who. We're officially at war." He paused for a moment. My whole body shuddered at his words. War. I was only 16... and officially involved in a war. Theo continued. "And they caught a group of Death Eaters..." His voice trailed off.

"Are you going to continue or not, Theo?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Well, we have a guest in the room."

"Just say it, Theo. You know we can trust her."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets in the same fashion Draco usually did. "Your father was with them. They took him to Azkaban."

What?

I turned my attention from Theo to Draco, who looked like a ghost. His face was the palest I had ever seen it, his eyes were wide and frightened, and his mouth was slightly agape. It was like all of the life was sucked from his body, save for his eyes. Every fear he had ever had was on display in his stormy grey irises. They were still stuck on Theo, his body paralyzed completely.

Nothing like having your boyfriend's father thrown in Azkaban to help you get your relationship back on track.

Shit, what am I supposed to do?

I knew how to comfort him about other things, but I had no idea how to help him through this. Lucius Malfoy was one of the most prominent wizards in all of Great Britain. Being thrown in Azkaban meant he would have to go on trial, which meant the press would be all over it.

Do something, Addison.

I picked up my hand and slowly placed it on his thigh in an attempt to draw him out of his trance. As soon as we made contact, his whole body jerked and my hand was thrown off of him. His eyes broke from Theo's frame, clamouring around the room while avoiding contact with either of us.

"Anything else?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. Umbridge has been permanently fired and Dumbledore was reinstated as Headmaster. The Inquisitorial Squad is officially shit. World peace has been established and everything is rainbows and butterflies and whatever. Mate, you can't be okay right now-"

"I'm fine," Draco spat, starting to pull on his fingers.

"Yeah and I'm a bloody Puff," Theo retorted. He turned to me. "No offence."

"None took," I answered quietly.

"Malfoy, your father was just thrown in Azkaban-"

Suddenly, Draco's arm lunged, swiping off all of the commodities from his nightstand. They fell to the floor with a loud crash.

"You don't think I heard you?" he yelled, standing up and starting to pace around the room. "You don't think I BLOODY HEARD YOU?"

He was angry.