Not me, Mr Malfoy | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Chapter 13 - Reflection

The sunlight danced on the lake water shining through my window, leaving tones of aqua around my room. 

As i opened my eyes all the terrible events from yesterday that i once had were now floating all around my head. 

All the arguments scurrying through my train of thought. Laying in bed made me feel tired and lonesome. Usually i would be expecting Pansy to be there when i awoke, today was not the case. 

Somehow after everything that Pansy does, she seems to be the comfort i need, when i need it most, Merlin what did i do to deserve this.

Yes, she did try to kiss me, yes shes an absolute pain, but when she needed to be a good friend she would. 

The same with Blaise. Yes, he also tried to kiss me and yes he can be a real prick but Blaise manages to make everything less chaotic and instead makes you feel like there is nothing to worry about, that was until the events that took place the night before.

I hated fighting with my friends but what Blaise said was wrong.

 'fucking whore' kept repeating itself in my mind. Slut I've heard, that didn't hurt at all. 

A whore on the other hand stung me to my core. Although slut and whore basically mean the same thing, i couldn't help but wince at the foul words that escaped the darker skinned boy's mouth.

I didn't feel like eating, gosh i didn't feel like leaving my room or if not that, then enter the great hall. I couldn't face Blaise after everything, seeing Cedric would just make me cry, so under deep consideration not exiting my room seemed like the best option. 

At this moment in time, Malfoy wasn't even in my brain capacity. He hadn't been for a long time i noticed. I wondered what he had been doing. 

Probably saving the wizarding world from the apocalypse of muggles or some stupid shit like that.

As i sat in my room, i decided to write a letter to my parents. I wasn't going to send it but pretending as though they cared left me feeling comforted. 

I wasn't ever really around my parents because they didn't give to fucks about me. They gave me the bare necessities and then let me figure out the rest. 

In this past year I've probably only spoke to my mom twice. She wasn't on the platform when i left, nor my father. But to be honest i liked that they gave me freedom. 

Most kids would love to have my parents for the day, so they could be left alone.

My pen hit the pages, its ink forming letter upon my command, I wrote:

Dear mother and father,

I miss you dearly and hope that you are well. I shall be spending the winter with the Malfoy's as Narcissa would love to see me, she sends her love and wishes. I shall hope to see you both soon. This past term has been a lot of fun but i am very excited to leave and explore the world this Christmas. You are probably very busy around this time but know i'm looking out for you and dread the days i do not see you. Merry soon to be Christmas..

Love you, -your daughter

Saying the word 'love' when writing or speaking to my parents felt alien. I hadn't remembered the last time my parents told me they loved me, or anything of the sort that sounded as though they even liked me. 

I could only imagine what love was really like. But "love's for losers".

A tear fell down my cheek as i wrote, but i didn't feel sad. I didn't really feel much at all. So then why was i crying? 

I wasn't sure why i had mentioned the Malfoy's but i thought it would make sense as my mother spoke about Narcissa a lot. She made it sound like they were best of friends. 

My mother used to spend a lot of time in their house, so she claimed. But every time i asked Draco when we got back to school, he said that his mother never had visitors over. Either he was lying or my mother was.

Without any other thought, my door swung open. A scent of mint rushed through my nose. I turned to face a tall blonde haired boy with an angry expression on his face. 

"What have you been doing and Where have you been?" He demanded. He looked at my letter, narrowing his eyes as he examined the words. 

I quickly flipped the page over before he turned to me. His face softened before tensing once again when he saw my eyes, red as though i had been crying.

"What the fuck happened?" He asked. I looked down at my feet, not acknowledging him. 

"I asked what the fuck happened." He said once again expecting a response. I looked into his eyes, worry dilating in his pupils. 

"I wasn't hungry." I say softly. Not wanting to worry him further. 

"You don't cry when your not hungry, y/n" He spoke. 

"Well i do, so please get out." I whisper, knowing he wouldn't give in. 

"Who did this to you." He said moving closer to me, cupping my face with his right hand. 

His expression hadn't changed and as a matter of fact he looked angrier than he did before.

"No one" I took his hand off of my cheek and place it by his side, to which he swiftly put back onto my cheek. 

"Was it that blood traitor Diggory." He shouted, needing an answer. 

"I said it was no one Malfoy, now get out." I yell, standing my ground, annoyed he wouldn't leave me alone. I knew he cared but i wasn't in the mood to fuck. 

"Tell me now!" he ordered. 

"why don't you just ask your best friend then, if you wanna know so badly!" I reply, immediately regretting my response as i knew Blaise wasn't gonna end up without a black eye or some sort of bruise.

My hatred for Blaise was at an all time high but i didn't want him to get hurt for screaming at me, he had every right to i suppose. but then again he called me names and was being an absolute ass so maybe it would teach him to shut his mouth. 

 I didn't know what i wanted this situation to end out like, it didn't look good for Blaise at all and i hated myself for telling Draco but he had a right to know. 

Technically the entire event was really about Draco and he had no clue, oblivious fucking idiot.

Draco rapidly ran to the door before i stopped him. 

"y/n let me go, i have something to do." He said through gritted teeth. 

"Don't you dare do anything to Blaise." I uttered, staring deeply into his grey eyes. 

"He needs to be taught a lesson." He declared not wanting to make eye contact but couldn't help himself. He slipped out of my grip and slammed my door as he exited. 

Panic began to dwell upon me as i couldn't imagine what Blaise had coming for him. I fell onto my bed, breathing heavily as my head raced.

I looked up at the ceiling then over to my window to find my book. 'The Pride and the Prejudice' the book in which my first experience with Draco had started. 

To find his hand on my waist, smirking down at me. His smile made me melt, his lips framing my face. To feel his breathes down my neck, breezing by my back. 

I walked over to get the book and read to forget. I sat on my windowsill looking into the lake. Murky green colors appearing on the pages. 

I slowly began to lose myself page by page, 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want... my mind automatically moved back over to my lette- what the fuck. 

my letter was gone. 

Malfoy you annoying little bitch.