Arrogant; Draco Malfoy

•Sacrifice•

Chapter 14

The dinner was quite unbearable. There was awkward silence except for the times that Lucius decided that he would grill me with questions about my bloodline and family, whilst Narcissa gave me an apologetic look.

Not much was discussed at the dinner table. Draco was silent next to me, pushing around the roast the house elves had made for us all around his plate.

During the silence, I began to rethink everything. Draco helped death eaters get into the school. Draco helped death eaters around the castle. Draco was supposed to kill Dumbledore but he didn't.

I know deep down that Draco is a good person, and that he had no choice, but I just can't help but thinking that maybe he isn't all that good. Is he going to protect me for much longer?

—

I was headed down the hall upstairs to my room, and I had a sudden jolt of curiosity. I needed to talk to Draco about it. Whether he or I liked it or not.

I turned back around and headed in the opposite direction down the hall to his room. I knocked and the door swung open, revealing a half naked Draco standing against the door frame.

I couldn't help but admire his shirtless figure. The way his abs were so defined, and the way his muscles sat against the door frame.

"Are you coming in or not?" He smirked. I half smiled and playfully shoved him out of the door frame. Walking over to the bed I heard Draco shut the door and lock it.

I stopped in my tracks, and turned around to face him. Although he was broken, he managed to put on a smirk.

"I'm not here for that Draco." I said. He chucked, and I stared straight into his eyes.

"Then what are you here for then?" He asked, his tone turning more gruff.

"Answers." I stated.

"Well you may as well leave. You know that I can't give them to you." He walked closer to me, but yet I didn't move back. I stayed on the spot. Crossing my arms in-front of me.

"So living in the same house as what like 20 death eaters doesn't qualify me to know anything." I huffed.

"What do you mean 20? Learn to count." He scoffed.

"Draco I deserve to know."

"No you don't."

"Why not?"

"You can't keep yours or anyone else's secrets to yourself." He scoffed, walking away to lean on his drawers.

"And who am I going to tell? I'm stuck in this stupid house! I can't go anywhere." I began to raise my voice. Whatever happened that night I deserve to know.

"You don't deserve to know. You are young, and unworthy of any of the dark Lords plans." He snapped.

I was speechless. Young. Unworthy. Both of the things that I hated being labeled. He knew that.

"I knew that would shut you up." He chuckled.

I stared him down. Did he really think this was funny.

"Look, Estella, I'm just trying to look out for you okay. I love you. I really do. I have no control over what my father tells the dark lord. Please just remember that."

Bipolar much? But what does that mean? What did his father say to the dark lord?

"Draco. Come." Narcissa yelled from down the stairs. Without so much as a glance my way, Draco strode to the door and left down the stairs.

—

The dark lord was in the house, holding a meeting at that very moment. I was outside the door, trying to get as much information as I could about what was going on.

Trying to keep my breath still, I leaned closer in to the door. Just as I was about to press my ear against the door, the sudden turning of the doorknob startled me and I jumped to the side.

All I could catch was the last part of a sentence.

"It's the girl I want Draco. Her sacrifice will be greatly appreciated."