Bitterness Presents : (A Draco Malfoy Love story) #3

After your not-so-amusing day at Diagon alley. You went back to your room. Walking down the hallway, you noticed your door was slightly ajar. You slowed down walking and tip-toed towards the room. Poking your head around the door-frame and peered inside. The place seemed empty. You left out a sigh and walked in, closed the door behind you and locked it with a key.
"Jeez, your not holding me prisoner in here are you?" a voice spoke out, a hint of humour hidden away. You spun around and saw your Uncle Pete walk out of the bathroom. You let out a sigh and sat on your bed wondering why on earth your Uncle Pete was in your room.
"I bet your wondering what I'm doing here right?" Pete asked, as if he had read your mind. You silently responded by nodding your head as you made yourself comfortable, lifting your legs and crossing them in front of your body. Pete pulled up a chair and sat across from you, clasping his hands and rubbing them together, letting out a long and frustrated sigh.
"I've been talking with your parents," he began. You clenched your fist and sat there, waiting for him to carry on. Things couldn't get any worse. "Well, I asked them about last night, and they.. They gave me the key to your Gringotts bank, and some of your stuff." You sat there, completely still, shocked at what your Uncle was telling you. Your eyes then fell on your Hogwarts trunk and another bag, bursting with clothes. You held your head in your hands and let out a loud groan, feeling tears quickly gush freely from your eyes. You felt a slight pang in your chest as you lay back on your bed and turned on your stomach smothering your face with your pillow. Loud bellowing cries escaping your lips.
How could they do this, your very own parents? Blame you, take out all their anger on you and then.. Then pack your bags and throw you out? It was all quite surreal. You were crying out of anger, but also out of happiness. At last you were out of harms ways, you wouldn't begin Hogwarts this year with fresh cuts and bruises. No more broken ribs for the holidays and you'll never be worried about them forgetting to collect you, because they wont have to.
You felt the side of your bed lower as Pete took a seat on your bed, gently rubbing your back for comfort. He knew, more than anyone, that word wouldn't make things any better so he quietly hummed to himself as he always did when he was nervous. After what seemed like hours of tear-shed you wiped our face with the back of your hand and sat up. Pete had gone out to get himself a fire-whiskey to calm his nerves and to give you some 'alone' time.
You walked across your small room and into the little bathroom. You turned the hot and cold water taps to the right temperature and adjusted the shower head before stripping off and jumping in .You felt somewhat relaxed as the warm, gently flowing water cascaded over your body. You felt all your trouble escape as you bathed and after what seemed like ages you stepped out. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it tightly around your body then quickly towel dried your hair and walked back into the main room. You stood at the bathroom door; staring.
"You can pick your jaw up from the floor, if you dont mind." A shrewd voice spoke. You narrowed your eyes as you glared at the blonde haired boy, tightly holding your towel up with both hands.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" You asked trying to cover up the shakiness in your voice. Draco smirked at you and sat on your bed, leaning his elbows on his knees and eyeing up your visibly wet body. You sighed and walked forward pulling open the door and pointing out.
"C'mon. Out Malfoy, please. I'd like to get dressed if you dont mind." You quietly muttered motioning for him to leave. He just smirked and sat up straight. Clasping his hands together.
"And what if I dont want to?" he asked, as if it were a rhetorical question. He knew you hadn't the will or power to get him out of your room, and secretly you did too. You sighed walking across the room and picked up your wand, intending to dry your hair magically. Draco flinched. This sent a small smile creeping across your face.
"You wouldn't do it, Carrow." Draco spoke, almost with a sense of doubt escaping. You chuckled, sent Draco a sly wink, and began twiddling the wand between the fingers on your wand hand. You didnt intend on hurting him but watching him flinch as you waved your wand about the room gave you a sense of power over him, which is not something people rarely felt, especially around Draco. You sat on the seat which was still pulled up to your bed, making sure your towel was still covering your body. You pointed the wand at Draco one last time and watched his face turn a paler colour. You laughed and threw your wand on the bed. A sigh of relief escape from Dracos lips.
"You didn't actually think I was going to hurt you, did you?" you asked, closely watching his every move. He just cleared his throat as a smug look reappeared on his cheeky face.
"You, hurt me? Carrow, are you taking drugs?" He asked. Lifting himself from your bed and pacing the room. You shrugged and thought if you were taking drugs nobody would care. You zoned out watching Draco stride back and forth and back and forth again until you suddenly let a question burst from your mouth.
"Well, what the fuck are you doing here anyways?" You asked with a slight hint of anger to your voice, narrowing your eyes. Again resembling two slits, like on a snake. He stopped pacing and walked towards you, stopping just a foot away from you, staring down at your small petite build. A smirk plastered on his face. You clenched your towel again remembering you were half naked. He leaned in closer to you. To close for comfort really, as his lips touched yours. You pulled away out of surprise to see Draco opening his closed eyes. He looked quite taken aback, as he leaned in for another kiss, one to satisfy his thirst. His lips touched yours again, a sweet sensation tingled throughout your body so you decided to kiss back.
His hand reached up for your face, his thumb caressing your cheek softly as it moved down to your neck pulling you in closer.
You wrapped one arm around his neck and kept your towel wrapped around you tightly with the other. Draco licked your lips for entry, but your door swung open. You pulled away and looked at your Uncle Pete who was now glaring at Draco. Draco stepped closer to Pete and extended his hand.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, Lucious' son." Pete raised his brow and took his hand shaking it slightly before looking back at you, a slightly unimpressed look on his face. Draco noticed this and stepped closer to you again.
"You would have made a trophy wife." He whispered before giving you a half smile and walking out of your room. You were totally gob smacked as both you and your uncle Pete watched him leave. Pete then looked at you and smirked, Closing the door and leaning against it. You were waiting for him to scold you, but surprisingly he didn't- he laughed.
"Awkward eh?" he asked as you picked up your wand again and went to say the spell for drying your hair. Pete jumped at you, and took your wand. "Ah-ah-ah, no magic outside of Hogwarts missy!" He laughed as he quietly mumbled a spell and your hair was dry. He then gave you a sympathetic look and a quick kiss on the cheek before saying his goodbyes and apparating out of sight.

It was eight pm and it was beginning to get dark outside as you noticed the orangey-pink colour in the sky the sun had left before setting. You locked your door and pulled out the bag of clothes Pete had dropped by. Surprisingly you mother had packed all you nice clothes, along with a few formal dresses and your Halloween costume from last year.
You quietly laughed to yourself as you picked up the costume and held it up high remembering the Halloween Ball. One of your most memorable nights at Hogwarts. You smiled again and folded the costume neatly and placing it on your bed. You pulled out some clean underwear, and a pyjamas. Then quickly got dressed. It was going to be a long, and lonely night.