❣︎ 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑂𝑓 𝑎 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 ❣︎ 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ❣︎

Chapter Thirty Eight

"Y/N?!" Draco whispered, his eyes wide with shock.
You didn't say a word, you just sat there facing him. Your heart screamed, begging you to run, but your brain was not listening.
"Why are you here?!" He hissed, pointing his wand in your direction.
You stared at his hand in shocked silence and your eyes slid over his array of rings, you caught a glimpse of a green ring on his marriage finger and your mind snapped to the ring you'd found together in filch's office all those years ago. Your eyes snapped back to his and he snarled.
"Go." He growled.
You stared.
"What?"
"I said, go. It's not safe here, they'll kill you."
Draco puts his hand on your shoulder, his grip firm but not harmful. You stared into his icy blue eyes.

Is he trying to save me?

He started to lead you out of the door but in one swift movement you turned around and pushed him back into the room that he came out of. Swivelling back around, you pulled out your wand.
"Colloportus."
The door locked.
"Muffliato."
Your conversation was not going to be disturbed.

Slowly, you turned around to face the twenty year old Draco Malfoy. Somehow, his facial features had become more defined and slightly more handsome, however his eyes were sunken and he looked fatigued. His bleached blonde hair was quite messy, unlike his old slicked-back hairstyle and he wore all black robes accompanied with a jade green snake earring he wore on his left ear. Overall, he was still pretty fucking hot; but this time round, his looks was not going to stop you from getting what you wanted. For all you knew, you couldn't give more of a shit about Draco, he was just like his father it seemed, however it seemed that he had a strange soft spot for you; Hogwarts Y/n would take this as a compliment and be happy that he thought of you as an actual wizard, however you were older and colder, you decided that you'd use your advantage against him.

Draco lifted his wand but you were faster
"Expelliarmus." You deadpanned.
Draco's wand flicked out of his hand and landed into yours, you looked down at it and then slowly looked at him, in a psychotic, Bellatrix Lestrange sort-of-way. You pointed your wand in his direction and slowly advanced towards him, leading him to back up against the wall. You got so close that your wand was touching his neck and you could feel his heartbeat against your chest, surprisingly, it was a normal pace.

"You're not scared?" You whispered maniacally.

"How could I be." Draco answered.

Something about the question seemed rhetorical and... flirty?

"Tell me where my parents are, Malfoy or I'll be the last thing you'll see." You hissed, nudging your wand against his neck.

You felt his heartbeat rise slowly. Smirking, you looked up into his eyes and he stared right back.

"Not scared, huh?"

"No, I just got excited that you might be the last thing I see."

This somehow enraged you.

"STOP trying to soften me Malfoy, TELL me where my parents are RIGHT NOW." You screamed.

You watched Draco's face stiffen. You felt his heartbeat slow a little and you saw his nostrils flare slightly.

"I don't know where they are." He snarled.

You smacked him, hard.

"Don't lie to me." You growled.

Draco clutched his face and looked back up at you.

"I'm not lying to you, I don't know where they are; if I did, I would have lead you towards the spot." He deadpanned.

"I don't... I DON'T UNDERSTAND , MALFOY. Why don't you want to KILL me, why do you want to HELP me?!"

You watched Draco's face, he looked deep into your eyes, his icy blue eyes melting into yours; he studied your face for a while, an unreadable expression on his face. Clenching his jaw, he slowly lifted his hand down to your face.

"You've changed, L/n." He whispered.

Rubbing his thumb on your cheek and looking at it, his eyes flicked to yours. You plastered a look of disgust on your face and attempted to smack his hand off of your face. Suddenly, he grabbed your attacking hand with his other hand and put it behind your back, grabbing your waist with his other hand, he pushed you back so that you were now the one against the wall. He grabbed the wands out of your pockets and held you there. You stared at him in shock, expecting him to try anything with you, however all he did was stare at you. He'd dominated you without any struggle at all.

"Damn it Malfoy, how'd you get so bloody strong." You winced under your breath, struggling to break out of his captivity.

Draco smirked, it seemed he heard you.

"I never thought I'd see you again." He whispered.

You attempted to resist him.

"I'd hoped I'd never see you again, now GET OFF OF ME!" You winced, eyes pricking with tears, you'd never been scared like this before. You saw his jaw soften and a look of regret spread across his face; you strategically took it as an opportunity to escape. You pushed him off of you and punched him round the face. He cowered over, you grabbed the scruff of his neck and kneed his face again and again and again, hoping to ruin his pretty boy face.

CLOB

CLOB

CLOB

"Take that face back to your Pansy-Wansy!" You hollered while continually kneeing him.
Finally, you stopped and knelt down to pick up your wand. Draco was laying face down on the floor of the room. A pang of guilt shivered through your body, so you decided to see what you did to his face. Slowly you turned him around, and screamed.

You'd completely wrecked his nose and there was blood pooling out on the wooden floor. You gasped and started freaking out. You didn't want to do this much damage. Suddenly, you heard a banging on the door, someone was trying to get in. You had no time, you grabbed your cloak, Draco's wand and you knelt down to hold on to him as tight as you could. You concentrated deeply and apparated.

POP

"ALOHOMORA!" You heard a voice boom in the distance. But it was ok, that was far away, you felt like you were being sucked through a tube but at least you were away from danger. You didn't know why, but something in you told yourself that you couldn't leave Draco there, you didn't know what, but you did it, and there was no turning back.