Darkest desires

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Cedric POV
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"Move!" I shouted on a group of kids standing right in the middle of the hall. They don't seem to bother, so I walked straight through them. They scoffed and frowned their faces at me.

I'm angrily walking towards the Slytherin common room. I wanted to do so since that blonde motherfucker got me into hospital wing. One week! I had to stay there for one fucking week, missed four Quidditch trainings! But what triggers me the most is that he had the audacity to visit me and say those things!

"Who's there?" I slowly opened my eyes because I heard some footsteps.

At first I thought it's just madame Pomfrey checking on me, but she'd respond back.

No, the person coming towards me has a masculine body and short hair, that's definitely not madame Pomfrey.

It's Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my breath got heavier.

"I came to see my dear friend." He replied calmly and moved closer to my bed.

I'm still in pain. Turns out I also had a fractured skull, so I have to stay there longer, maybe even the whole week.

"Dear friends don't break bones."

"That's right..." he said and looked around to see if the air is clear, "but you deserved that."

"You're crazy, madame Pomf-" I wanted to scream at her to help me, but Malfoy quickly shut my mouth by putting his hand over it.

I can't fight, I'm too weak right now in the middle of a night. The pills madame gives me are making me sleepy and weak, I can't do this right now.

"Shut up!" He whispered in scream.

I tried to put his hand out of my mouth, but my arm didn't let me - it isn't healed yet.

"Now I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen," he said quietly, "you deserve worse than just a broken arm. If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you. From this day on, you' forget about her, you don't come near her, you don't even think of her for a bit."

He then put his hand on my broken arm and firmly squeezed it. I grunted in pain, my eyes immediately watered with tears.

"Did I make myself clear?"

I quickly nodded, because I didn't want more pain. I've had enough.

"Goodnight, Diggory. Oh, and not a word to anyone, because I'll know." He fake smiled at me and left the hospital ring.

What a shame I'm the only one in the hospital right now, if there was only one more person, I'd have a witness.

He's a fucking psycho. I can't imagine why would Chloé like him even for a second. He's mental.

My anger towards Draco Malfoy is incredibly increasing every minute, I can't wait to punch his ugly face the minute I meet him.

As I got to the entrance to their common room, I started banging on the painting. The lady on it didn't seem to like me very much.

"Open up!" I shouted, hoping there's someone behind the wall.

Nothing.

I decided to bang on the door until someone opens it. And the hell he did.

But it's not Malfoy.

"Can I help you?" Asked a dark skinned boy, I think his name is Blaise. I've seen him around with Draco, I'm sure they're friends.