Never Is Our Always

Detention, Five O'Clock! 5

(Minnie pov)

"If you- and I mean it, if you touch me again, I will kill you," I growled at Malfoy as we were bickering with each other.

"I saw you, Jordan," he growls back at me, "what were you doing there?"

"What are you talking about?!" I shout back at him.

"At the manor, why were you at the manor?" He hissed at me.

"I wasn't there!" I yelled and he shushes me, "I wasn't anywhere."

"Liar, I saw you," he hissed at me, my face was becoming purple.

"I will snap you in half-" I started walking towards him when he points his wand at me.

"Now, now," Malfoy slyly grins, "I'm a prefect."

"So was I," I reply, he glared at me.

"You were there, Jordan, I saw you," he repeated.

"I wasn't there, but my mum probably was," I say, "I get told I look like her a lot."

"I don't believe you." He points his wand at me.

"If you point that thing at me again, I will tell Snape that you were somewhere you shouldn't..." I grinned darkly at Malfoy.

"You just proved my point on being there," he threw his hands up, "so it was you."

"No." I repeat. And here we go again.

-

He held his hand out with a heavy sigh of defeat, "I won't tell if you won't?" I shook his hand firmly.

"Now nip it, Malfoy and leave me alone," I let his hand go and walked away from him.

I tug my tie anxiously as my mark burned, he was calling a meeting, I walked around the corner and kept my head down, trying to ignore the pain when-

Thud!

"Oof!" I fell back, but I was caught, "ow."

"Blimey, for someone who wears glasses, you sure are blind," Fred grins as he helps me stand up, "uh oh." I look up and sigh.

"Sorry my love," I say, "what's the matter?" He pulled my skirt down quickly, covering my thigh.

"Min, babe, you need to start wearing shorts under your skirts," he whispers to me, "your mark will show."

"Fred," I say, gripping the front of his jumper, "can we please talk alone?" I ask Fred, pleadingly staring up at him, "I'm so scared."

"Come on," he ushers me down the hall. "Let's talk somewhere more quiet."

-

We stop and then went into a broom closet. He shut the door behind himself as I turned around and put my hands on my head.

"What's going on?" Fred asked, rolling his sleeves up, "it's time for you to start talking, you've been angry for two weeks now."

"It's this!" I yank my skirt up to show my mark, it was darker than ever, the ink was ebony in my skin. His eyes widen slightly before they narrow. "It's making me so angry because it won't stop!"

"Minnie..." he knelt down and touched the mark gingerly with his fingertips. His cool fingers made me shiver from how hot the mark was under my skin.

"It won't stop burning, he's constantly having meetings and..." I let a small sob escape, "Malfoy knows." Fred shot up immediately.

"He what?" Fred asked.

"He knows I was there, he saw me," I whispered, "I denied it, saying it was my mother, not me, but Fred... he saw right through me..."