pureblood.

t h i r t y - f o u r

We had looked in every place he could possibly be hiding. The astronomy tower. The pitch tower. Common room. Potions lab. Everywhere. His either in the forest or back at the dorm room.

We make our way across the pitch again and walk over to the front of the forest. Flash backs of Malfoy kissing Parkinson poison my brain making me almost feel sick.

"It's daylight so nothing dangerous will be walking about." Blaise says as we approach the trees.

"If there's any fucking moths flapping about, I'm off." I say with a serious look on my face.

"There's massive spiders crawling around in this forest and your scared of a moth coming near you?" He says clearly mocking me.

"Yes. Moths are fucking scary man."

The trees create a shadow over the grass making the forest dark and grey. The fact that I wasn't scared to go in there last night astounds me looking back. It probably looked worse last night than it does now. The spiky branches block our path as we walk through the trees. The branches almost form a barrier around the forest so no one can enter. It's like the trees are giant guards warding us away.

We push past the branches which makes one of them snap off. This breaks the silence of the forest which makes the birds cry above us.

"He won't be here. He may act like he's tough but his a pussy." Blaise says after jumping from the sound of the birds.

"He might have wondered off here when he was pissed." I say.

"His even more of a pussy when his drunk." He laughs. "Come on he might have just gone to get food or something before the match."

I roll my eyes and grunt. "Alright. You better be right about this." I say turning around in the opposite direction leaving the forest behind me.

We make our way to the Great Hall and hope he's sitting there, sober, eating. We turn the corner into the hall and we both look over at the Slytherin table.

Malfoy is sat at the middle of the table. He's wearing his quidditch uniform which means that he had gone back to the dorm. He looks up at us both as we walk in the room.

As we walk closer to him, we see that he's eating a bowl of soup. The white bowl is filled with a bright red soup. The Hall is so cold that you could see the steam from the bowl rising.

"The fuck have you been?" Blaise snaps at Malfoy when we reach the table.

"Where I've been is none of your business." He bites back at him. His tone is harsh like it was last night. "What's she doing here?." He asks scowling at me.

"I'm here because you didn't come back to the dorm last night."

"I wasn't talking to you, Snape." He mocks. "And if your so curious to know, I haven't slept."

I look on the table and there is a mug of black coffee next to his bowl of soup. The mug is full which means that he has probably just sat down to eat his food.

"What crawled up your arse this morning?" I mumble under my breath hoping that he doesn't hear me.

Blaise hears me and let's out a little laugh and stops instantly when Malfoy looks at him.

"Blaise. Fuck off." He says calmly.

Blaise looks at me and presses his lips together creating a awkward look on his face before walking away from the table and out of the Hall.

I'm about to follow him when Malfoy grabs hold of my wrist from across the table. "Your not going anywhere. Sit down." He commands me.

"You lost your chance to have a civil conversation with me when you embarrassed me in front of the year." I say trying to pull my hand away from his grip.

"And I'm loosing my patience. Sit down." He orders me again.

"Give me one good reason why I should sit down." I say sarcastically.

"Because if you don't I'll make you."

I laugh and try to pull my hand way from him but his grip is too tight. His boney hands dig into my wrists. I give up and sit down on the bench in front of him.

His eyes are sunken into his face he looks even more pale than usual. He almost looks dead inside. Like he hasn't slept in days not just one night.

"Nice jumper." He says with a smirk.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I say getting straight to the point.

"You going to the game today?" He asks before taking a sip of his coffee.

"I don't know. Might give it a miss."

"Look, I know we fought last night but that doesn't mean we can't still talk to each other. Besides I'm pretty sure I was spiked last night." He says.

"Bullshit Malfoy. You was flirting with Parkinson as soon as we walked into the fucking tent." I look him straight in the eyes as I speak.

"I've been sick all morning. That's why I haven't slept. And when you did a runner, Pansy had poured me a drink while I wasn't looking." He pulls a small vile out of his trouser pockets and puts it on the table in front of me. "I found this on the floor of the pitch this morning."

I pick up the vile and read the label. Amortentia. The label has been hand written but the handwriting looks familiar. It wasn't Malfoy's writing though. This writing was cursive and joined up.

"And you was spiked with?" I ask.

"It's a love potion. I'm pretty sure she stole it from Snape's stores." He says convinced that I would believe him.

"And how do I know you didn't just steal it this morning and poured the contents down the sink."

"Because who would go through all that just to prove a point? She's done it before, Ivy." I can hear the anger building in his voice. His frustrated.

"Your forgetting something. I don't give a shit. You kissed her while you was supposed to be on a date with me." I'm fed up of his lies. He keeps digging himself a deeper hole to lie in. I lift my leg over the bench and turn away from him ready to walk away.

"Get lost then. What a waste of time you have been." He snaps at me as I get up from the bench.

I turn back around in my seat and face him. "Your a heartless fucking cunt, Malfoy. And your right. This was a waste of time because your the one who ruined everything."

"You started it when you flirted with every other bellend in this shithole." He shouts at me while standing up from the bench. "Jealousy gets you nowhere."

"Flirted? When the fuck did I flirt with anyone other than you?" I question him.

"You flirted with my best friend. Right in front of me." He snaps. "Don't try and act innocent. We all know you're just a horny attention seeking bitch who thinks everyone wants to bone you. The reality is that nobody cares. You was fun I'll admit. But you're only worth something when you're pure."

The words cut into me like a dagger in the back. He was ruthless. He was cold. He became everyone's expectations of him. A nasty, ice cold cunt.