We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

117| Lies and Beauty

Y/N POV

Pupils talked about Draco being hospitalised in every corner of the castle. They were spreading false information as countless rumours broke within each group as if they knew everything about my fiance as if they were best friends with him.

Chest out, lips grinned; with a ridiculous amount, they grasped to announce absurd reasons as to why he was admitted to the hospital.

I wanted to kill those people. I would gladly pull their tongue and cut it with a blade if only Draco hadn't predicted I would become unstable. He demanded Blaise and Theo to tail me all day to prevent the anger explosion.

It was slightly working.

Anyway, Harry apologised for what he did to Draco the day after the incident. No one knew if it was a genuine apology; he could be pressured by Hermione and Ron or perhaps other students and teachers to not mess around with a bloody Richards.

In my eyes, Harry was nothing but a prick now. I didn't see him as a good person anymore. He almost killed my fiance and that gave me enough reason to have a grudge towards him. He was lucky I didn't pull my trigger on him.

"How's dinner?"

Draco's raspy voice drew me back from the murder plan for the so-called chosen one.

"Um . . . it's normal."

"Are you okay?" He questioned being concerned. "You always look enthusiastic talking about food."

Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain that divided his cubicle room and the others. She was holding a plastic washbowl full of water and a towel, handing them to me like the other days. She left as soon as I put the bowl on the bed.

I helped him remove his pyjama, still not saying anything about whatever he wanted to know. He sent me sad eyes but I had gotten used to it since I was probably feeling sadder than him now.

It was all about Myrtle's words.

Should I ask him now?

The wet towel brushed against the skin of his back, not getting pressed too hard while crossing the scars Harry made. Then when I was finished with his arms, legs and body, I got up to change the water so I could clean his face.

He misunderstood it. "Don't leave me."

The Lord must be laughing at the sight of me trying to fight back the impulse to hug and cry at Draco and let him soothe me for the rest of the night.

"I have to change the water," I said in a flat tone, " . . . and the towel."

He released the grip on my wrist and I formed a smile for him before I went off.

The cold water splashed everywhere by accident when I twisted the water tap too fast. I should've jolted when the cold met my skin but I didn't, instead, I jumped in surprise when I heard a giggle from my side.

"How's your fake boyfriend?" Asked Myrtle.

She couldn't contend her giggle and not even close to making a halt for the silence to arrive.

I glared at the virgin ghost and felt a tiny dose of empathy by some means. How miserable a life she must have had—being unable to taste what love could do to her, what love came with; she might not be loved until the last second of her life.

"He only uses you for pleasure," she scorned, "everyone loves free service."

"Do you want to experience death for the second time?"

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Draco POV

Y/N came back from the bathroom; pink-eyed and a furious look written on her face. Since the day I lost to Potter and I didn't want to say it, she was never okay, but it got worse each day.