pureblood.

t h i r t y - f i v e

Back in the dorm room, I lay on the bed full of regret. How could I have possibly liked him. How could I have ever thought he be different with me. And I believed that he liked me. I believed that he wanted to be more than just friends. My imagination clearly getting the better of me.

I can't bare to go to the match. I don't want to be around anyone. Even if I wanted to go, wouldn't after what he's just said to me.

The nerve of him to make me feel like this. Like I'm nothing. That I'm nothing more than a good fuck. I trusted him too. I actually wanted to lose myself in his madness. But now I don't know who's crazier. Me or him.

My arm has started to itch from the irritation of the wool against it. The itch reminds me that I'm still here. That this isn't just a bad dream that I can wake up from. Life really is a bitch.

If only grandma could see me now, on the verge of tears because of fucking Draco Malfoy. I remember her telling me that falling for someone is like jumping off a cliff. You jump, and you either hit the rocks or the water. But I had hit a sharp cold rock that has gone straight through me. She said that when she fell for my grandad it was like she was drowning. But this didn't feel like drowning. This felt like I was being crushed. No person has made me feel like this before.

I pull my watch off my bedside table and look at it. It's not even one o'clock yet. The game doesn't start until two which means I won't be able to sit in the library in peace until then.

I glance over at the large window as a cloud shadows the sun. I was finally able to see the tops of the trees from the forest below. A bird flies past the window and lands on the open window. It's a owl. It's a large brownish grey owl which looked like it has ears. Two spikes protrude out of the top of its head. It's eyes are a deep orange, so deep that they could even be red. And they are sunken in to its face, almost like Malfoy's eyes. The bird is carrying a envelop in its narrow beak.

I sit up in my bed and stare at the strange looking owl from across the room. The bird climbs through the open window and drops the envelop on the window seat. I manage to pull myself out of bed and walk over to the bench. The envelop reads;

Ivy Avery.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Slytherin, Room 7.

Who would write Ivy Avery. Nobody knows that's my family name. I told Blaise but why would he be sending me a letter. I open the envelop and unfold the parchment.

Ivy.

After hearing news of your transition, I had to write to you. I know Draco is fond of you which makes me feel like I should help you. If you haven't already guessed by now, I'm Draco's mother. Narcissa. I know we have never met before but we will soon. Hopefully this letter gets to you before the quidditch match on Saturday afternoon. My husband and I are hoping you could join us for the weekend. Draco has probably asked you to join us already. This just a formal invitation.

My husband will be waiting for you and Draco after the match.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy.

I had completely forgotten that I had to go with him this weekend. His mother writing to me. That he is fond of me! I'm sure he was a bit more than fond.

I turn the parchment over.

Don't tell Draco about this letter. It stays between me and you.

The writing suddenly disappears from the parchment. Like it was never there. Why would she not want Draco to know about her writing to me. The thought of her actually writing the letter confuses me even more.

I look down at the grass below the window and see all the people running across the field wearing there school scarfs. One of the boys is even carrying a banner. Gryffindor for the win.

I take a deep breath and put all of the Malfoy drama to the back of my mind. This weekend was about something bigger than sex. It was about the cause.

I grab a bag from my trunk and pack my stuff. I take the most appropriate pyjamas that I owned and shove them into the bottom of my bag. I pull out a change of clothes which I can change into before I leave for the game. I get a black skirt and a grey t-shirt from my trunk and put them on the bed next to my bag.

I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I looked dreadful. My face is splotchy from the tears and my hair is slightly frizzy as I didn't dry it before leaving to find that ungrateful fucker. I grab my hairbrush and smooth out my long hair. It looked better but not good enough. I walk back into the dorm and pull out my grandmas pin. It was a silver hair pin that she had worn when she got married. She left it me in her will. She had left other things to me but I couldn't bring them with me.

I take two pieces of my hair and pin them to the back of my head with the silver pin. I look better now my hair is done.

I grab my makeup bag and conceal around the dark circles under my eyes. I then apply some mascara to my eyelashes to make me look awake. The green of my eyes is brighter after I've cried, as if they had changed ever so slightly.

The bruise on my neck has nearly faded completely which meant that I didn't have to put makeup all over my neck.

I get changed out of my baggy jeans and jumper and put on my skirt and t-shirt. I grab my makeup bag from the sink and shove it in my bag along with a change of knickers and socks.

I get a pair of socks from out of my dresser and pull them onto my feet. The grey socks go all the way past my knees and nearly meet my thighs. I catch a sight of my arm. It's stopped bleeding but it was a ugly scab. I couldn't put anything over the top of it or it would just bleed again.

But then I realise. Everyone saw the blood coming off my arm at the party last night. Everyone knows it happened. Who actually cares about my arm. It's not that much of a big deal anyways. If anything, his is worse than mine could ever be.

The memory of Malfoy writing on the parchment with the branding quill flickers in my brain. His face. He enjoyed the pain it was causing. And he enjoyed the pain being inflicted on me. Sadistic bastard, I think to myself.

I grab my bag and head out the door when I realise that my wand is laying on my bed. I walk back in and tuck it in the side of my skirt. A weekend with the Malfoy's, I'm definitely going to need my wand.