Addicted ; Draco Malfoy

AMIDST THE STORM

i forgot to mention before, but this chapter is heavily inspired by golden boy! loved that fanfic so def go read it

{Mentions of sexual assault and rape, so please read at your own discretion!}

Draco Malfoy's POV

    I followed Blaise out into the common room, fuming with anger. I tried my best to hide it, but my clenched jaw and curled fists undoubtedly gave it away.

    "Mate I don't know why you're so upset. I know Sof won't let him back in... She's stronger than we know, trust me." And somehow he made me feel at ease. I felt the tension suddenly being released through a single exhale. My shoulders dropped, and my hands rolled out from the tight fists they were in. He did have a point. I mean she was so hurt by him, she would never go back to him... right?

    But why on earth was he sleeping on her like that? What possible explanation is there for something like that? And just like that, the anger came rushing right back. I didn't know what I wanted to do in the moment, whether it was just cool off, or beat the absolute shit out of Pucey. "I don't give a single fuck what she does. Let's go to Hogsmeade some other time... I'm not in the mood."

    Before I turned away, he grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me back to him, trying to convince me not to bail with the evident ring of desperateness in his voice. "Hey, no! Come on, we're going. We'll have some firewhiskey.... maybe meet some girls....", he sang. It honestly did sound better to get my mind off of things rather than just sitting in my room thinking about them. And without another word, I rushed out in front of Blaise, through the painting and finally out of the empty common room.

Adrian Pucey's POV

    I opened the door to the all too familiar home. The one I grew up in, the one that made me feel at ease. "Mum! Mum I'm home- woah..."

    The loud bass of the music immediately filled the room, with easily hundreds of wizards dancing, clearly too drunk to understand a thing. I made my way cautiously over to the kitchen, dodging the sloppy dancers, and glancing around to find couples snogging in each corner of the house.

    I finally reached the empty room- pulling a chair tucked behind the island table to sit and recollect myself as I controlled the oozing anger flowing right through me. Breathing in deeply, I felt my fists ease and my chest rose and fell at a much more calmed rate. But suddenly I was brought out of my trance with the loud noise of one of my mom's most beloved wine glasses clashing onto the marble counter. Anger came rushing back through my veins, as I traced my gaze from the marble to the glass held by pale and feminine hands, moving up to meet her enticing figure sheathed into a tight green dress. And finally, I met her dark brown eyes, enhancing her cheekbones, with strands of her short brown hair tucked behind her ears. "Care for a drink? You seem... tense."

    Without warning, I grabbed the drink from her hands and took a swig, knocking my head back as the bitter taste hit the back of my throat, leaving me with a scrunched expression. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up the staircase, but as soon as I got up from my seat, my vision became increasingly more blurry. I was losing balance at the fast pace we were moving in, causing me to begin stumbling over my feet. Once we reached the staircase, every step I made became difficult to track. It felt like I was stepping through the steps, but still somehow making my way up them. We finally reached an oddly familiar door and she opened it, revealing my room. It seemed like too much to take in- like I was seeing it again for the first time. I was completely unaware of all of my surroundings- like everything that I thought was happening was just a hallucination.

    I felt her hand on my chest as she pushed me back onto my bed. It felt like it took minutes to finally reach the sheets. My senses were heightened to an overwhelming extent, where everything had become too much to fully understand. Once my back collided onto the mattress, I tightly shut my eyes together, rubbing them open with my fingers. My vision was growing blurrier by the second, like I had suddenly become unaware of all of my surroundings.