Cardigan

and you'd come back to me,

I'm so sorry for the really late update. I rewrote this chapter about six times.

I'm trying to tie it all together before the end of the book. 3 more chapters 🥺 but will follow through with a connection book that will be war + post war.

Plus, you know.. #college is killing me :) :) :) :)

Spice next chapter. Sry had to split it up.
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Emersyn Osborne
(One time for the birthday bitch)
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Mad was an understatement. I have been mad before. I've been livid before. I've been over it... many fucking times. This just is the icing to the fucking Emersyn Osborne cake, literally and figuratively.

"This is just... bullshit!" I kicked the washing bin that was next to Draco's dresser with the front part of my shoe.

We were back at Malfoy Manor on the evening of my eighteenth birthday. Forcibly, we had to come here for a party the Malfoys' were throwing for me. Yes, the one I graciously said no to last week when Lucius asked me if I wanted a party.

"My hands are tied, Emersyn," Draco says from the bench across the room, "You know that." He took a sip of fire whiskey from the old fashioned glass in his hand. His black tux was unbuttoned in the front so he could sit down and place his elbows onto his knees while I had a fit about how unfair my life was. Always.

I didn't answer him. I gripped the end of his dresser, glaring at the edge where the mahogany meets the carving in the wood. I just needed a minute to convince myself not to get anxious over this. A birthday party. My birthday party. It's okay to be selfish and have fun.

My hair was half up, half down completely straight with a small black pearl hairpin where the elastic holds the two sections together. My makeup is beautifully done. Long black lashes with the dark makeup made the baby blue marble color of my eyes pop- the only color besides black on my body.

I have on a tight-fitting, low plunging neckline, long-sleeved floor-length dress that had a slit that came up to my mid-thigh on the right leg. It showed off my soft tan skin. You guessed it, Draco picked out this dress. Probably because he had some wild fantsy of fucking me in it.

I don't mind. I have a fantasy of him fucking me in it too.

He matched it with a pair of black and silver glitter platform pumps that attached to the back of my ankle with a bow. Probably for the fantasy again. I know him too well.

I know that I look good. Fuck, good. I look fucking hot.

I look put together for someone who would have a normal eighteenth birthday party with her normal friends. Not one filled with death eaters and people from school that I couldn't stand.

I finally look up at myself in the mirror above Draco's dresser. He's looking at me from where he is sitting and takes another slug of his drink. I turn around, leaning my body against his furniture to turn towards him.

"I'm sorry. I know you can't do anything. But with what happened last year and everything. I don't want to be doing this. Not today. Not right now."

"Your friends are here. Mum wouldn't have invited them if there were some ulterior motive." He says calmly finishing his drink. I hope for my sake, it won't be mean drunk Draco later. It would be happy, loving drunk Draco. 50/50 chance here.