{Draco} You're My Power My Pleasure My Pain {Malfoy}

.C.H.A.P.T.E.R. .T.W.O.

Everybody left the dinning room and she picked up her name card before walking over to Draco's seat. She bent down and picked up the half of his card, which had fallen to the floor. She slipped into the music room and sat by the piano. She smiled sadly as many memories filtered through her head. She covered the keys and rested her name card on the piano, placing the half of Draco's she had picked up over the top of hers.

She stood up and sighed deeply as she walked out of the room. Her mother stood there as soon as she exited the room. She glanced at her with a disappointedly impatient gaze. She ignored it; her mother was normally disappointed in her or angry with her or some other negative emotion. She had become quite adept at blanking her mother, pretending to listen or pay attention.

The mother forcefully grabbed her daughter's elbow and dragged her further down the deserted corridor. The daughter didn't even bother to look at her mother or try to explain, she knew it would fall on deaf ears, and so, waited for the inevitable lecture, which would follow.

"Who else was in there with you?"

"No one mom."

"Then why were you in there?"

"I just wanted some space."

"If I find-"

"-He wasn't so don't worry."

"Good, now your father wants to see you. I suggest you hurry Sophia."

Sophia glanced up at her mother before exiting the hallway, rejoining the party. She found her father relatively easily but he was deeply absorbed in conversation with a fellow death eater, leaving her with nothing to do. She was about to go to somewhere quiet when a hand grabbed hers through the crowd and pulled her onto the dance floor.

Draco pulled her close to him and they danced silently for a few moments. His arm slipped from her waist to around her back, his hand placed on the small of her back, just above the line of her dress. His fingers lightly traced across that line and she moved beneath him and giggled silently. He smiled as he heard her chuckle in his ear and he stopped tickling her.

"Sophie, why did you come in the music room?"

"Why did you go there in the first place?"

"Because I miss you."

"I need to talk to my father Draco, will you excuse me?"

"No. You can't avoid me forever Sophie."

He pulled her hand closer to his chest and placed it on there, holding it there. She would barely speak to him these days and if he ever mentioned the past, their past, she walked away. This time he wouldn't let her, he needed to know why, he needed to know how he should change, and he needed to know what it would take to get her back.

"Draco, let me go."

"Tell me what happened between us."

"I don't want to talk about this."

"I do. Don't you owe me an explanation?"

"I owe you nothing."

"I wasted six years with you Sophie, I deserve to know why."

"You probably did Malfoy, until you said wasted."

"Sophie, I didn’t mean it that way and you know it."

"Just let me go."

Reluctantly Draco let go of her and watched her walk over to her father. He knew he had just ruined the chance of finding out, and he also predicted because he had let that word slip out she would not even talk to him for the rest of the year. How had he been so stupid as to let his emotions slip out? He knew he hadn't wasted that time, she knew it as well. Those six years were the best of his life, with her he had allowed himself to be happy, with her he had felt like himself and no one had been able to take that away from him, not his father, not her family, no one. And then she managed to do it, with one word.

He left the party and walked up to his room slamming the door shut behind him. He threw a couple of things around his room before collapsing on his bed. He lay there for a few moments just looking up at the ceiling until he found himself getting bored and impatient. He cautiously got off his bed and stepped around his floor, avoiding broken pieces of glass and ceramic. He entered his bathroom and turned to shower on. He quickly stepped in but became distracted as he heard shouting outside his room, which he assumed was coming from his father's office a few rooms from his.

"I am not marrying him."

"This isn't up for debate."

"What does mom say?"

"Whatever I want her to."

"No, I am not marrying him."

"Sophia, you will do as your told. Now show some respect before I make you."

"Father, I don't want to marry him."

"You are marrying Blaise and that is final."

"But I don't love him."

"Do you think your mother and I married for love? Don't be so naïve Sophia I have brought you up to know better than that."

Draco got out of his shower and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. He stood at his door waiting for Sophia's father to leave the hallway. After what felt like hours, he heard the fall of his footsteps and then he heard them go downstairs. Silently he pulled his door open and crept down the passageway.

She was sitting on the floor; her deep green dress sprawled around her. Her head was bowed, resting on the tops of her knees as she hugged her legs closer to her body. Draco picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he walked back along to his room. No matter what happened to him or to her he knew he would always love her, even at this young age he knew she had his heart. Even if she had to marry Blaise, if he had to marry some random girl his parent picked out he would always loved her and even if she refused to love him back he would love her.

He sat on his bed, still holding her and leaned back into his headboard. She would probably cry herself to sleep, he knew her well enough to know this. He settled her in his lap and pulled the throw, which was over his bed on to the two of them. He mumbled words of loving comfort in her ear and held her tightly, breathing in her scent deeply, remembering everything about her.

When he was certain she was asleep he kissed her head softly and leant his head on hers. He screwed his eyes closed and tried to stop the tears that were engraving paths down his cheek. It was destroying him to be so close to her and yet not able to show her how he felt. He wiped his cheek with the side of his hand and breathed deeply a few times, getting his emotions in check.

He moved from beneath her and set her beside him. He slipped out of bed and turned off his bedroom light, shutting the long drapes that covered the windows. He climbed back in, next to her and cuddled up to her back. He pulled her silky hair away from her face and kissed her cheek softly so she wouldn't wake. He had missed being able to do that.

"Night Sophie."