pureblood.

s e v e n t e e n

I wake up in my bed with a pounding headache. It was dark outside the window and I was in my pyjamas. When did I get changed? I turn around and pull my watch off my bedside table and it is nearly five o'clock. What is going on?

"You're alive." I hear Malfoy say as he walks out of the bathroom. "I'm honestly surprised you were out for so long." He goes on. He is wearing his uniform which was covered in what looked to be dirt.

"What are you on about? What happened to me?" I shout at him. I sit up in bed and realise that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Well, after the drama you caused with Parkinson I came back to the dorm and found you passed out on the floor. I mean it's normal for that to happen, I was out for at least an hour or two when it happened to me." He says while approaching my bed then taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "What's the last thing you remember?"

The last thing I remembered was signing the adoption paper. I don't even remember how I got to the dorm never mind how I passed out. "Signing the adoption papers. What do you mean drama? I don't remember even talking to her."

"Forget about that. Do you remember what happened to you?" He asks.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I knew myself, genius." I snap back at him.

Malfoy puts his hand on my knee and looks at me with worried eyes. "You've been chosen. After you signed your adoption papers, you could feel your magic moving inside you." As he spoke I started to remember. "Your skin started to glow and you took off away from me." The story, Uncle Severus' story about the Dark Lord and him gathering wizards to join him flooded my memories. "Then you threatened Parkinson and told her about our little game."

I remember the look on Parkinson's face . I remember her crying in the arms of one of the Slytherin girls that was with her. The one with the bright blue eyes and the ginger hair. I remember the look on the chubby boy's face as I walked past him to get into my room. He looked terrified of me. I can't remember what I said to her.

"You frightened Crabbe to death with the way you looked at him. You're lucky he didn't go tell Dumbledore otherwise we would both be on our way to Azkaban." Malfoy continued.

"Did I hurt anyone?" I ask while looking Malfoy in the eyes.

"Thankfully not. You need to get that temper under control. I don't want you giving us away." He shrugs while taking his hand off my knee. "Parkinson was a reck though, you really rubbed it in her face."

"What did you expect me to do, stand there and take her shit. She deserved it anyway, maybe it will teacher her some bloody manners." I bite back at him. "And as for what happened in detention, I want you to erase it from your memory."

He laugh. "You expect me to forget the best head I've ever had? Dream on."

"Though I am flattered that I am the best, it was nothing. It meant nothing." I say while climbing out of bed and grabbing my towel.

"I think it was more than nothing, gorgeous." He says following me.

"You're right, it was purely a hate fuck. Besides don't you have a girlfriend to play with?" I say facing him.

Malfoy smirks at me and then starts laughing. "Yes I do have a girlfriend to play with, but she's nothing on you." He says then winks at me.

I roll my eyes and turn around to make my way into the bathroom. The door suddenly shuts in my face as I am about to walk in.

I turn back around and see Malfoy standing with his wand in his hand pointing at the doorway. He walks closer to me and says, "You can't hate me anyway. You need to join me with my father this weekend, remember?"

I had also forgotten that detail. Out of all the things I could do on a weekend, spending it with posh boy Malfoy was last on the list. The quidditch game is on Saturday, I can't just stand up Harry because of this. "I thought the quidditch game was Saturday?" I ask.

"Yes it is. My father will be at the game and will be there to take us back to the manor when the game is over."

"You have got to be kidding me. The manor?" I laugh at him. I then remember the page of the book from detention. Malfoy Manor. The term Manor was an understatement he practically lived in a castle. The building looks like something out of an old fairy tale.

"Why would I joke about the name of my house?" he says looking confused.

"It's more of a castle than a house. I bet your whole bedroom is the size of my old house." I mumble under my breath hoping he doesn't hear my snide comment.

"It probably is based on your fathers incompetence. What does he do now anyways? You know while pretending to be a muggle." He mocks.

"His a police officer. Ironic, isn't it. Besides, I hate my father. He's just as dead to me as my altercation with you." I turn around and walk into the bathroom. Locking the door behind me.