Dark Blood // D.M.

THE SHRIEKING SHACK

Armena Riddle Lestrange

"Stop walking away from me!" Draco hissed, trying to catch up with my long strides.

"I can do whatever I fucking want Draco" I snapped, kicking open the door of the tilted home with my boot.

I don't know what I was doing, but I just needed to get away and at that point in time the shrieking shack seemed like a nice place to go. 

Well as nice as you can get with a fallen down home that could collapse on us at any minute. 

"Armena..." he huffed, running up the stairs behind me.

I looked around the room. There was a bed, that the canopy had collapsed and the mattress had caved in. There was a nice ripped up couch that sat in the corner, but everything seemed so dusty. I jerked off my winter jacket and threw it on the ground in frustration. Draco slammed the door shut, his eyes narrowed at me.

"Swallow your fucking pride, Armena!" he screamed.

"You want me to say I'm sorry?" I snapped my fingers at him, "Oh excuse me Malfoy, I thought I made you sick. Is that not what you just said?"

"Fuck!" He ran his hands through his hair. 

"Why are you still here then, huh?" I hissed. "Shouldn't you be going out and getting absolutely obliterated then fucking some girl! Oh— and don't think I didn't hear about you and Pansy. You—  Draco Malfoy— make me sick..."

"You wanna talk about that now do you?" he hissed.

"Yes I actually do" I huffed crossing my arms.

"You are having bloody sex dreams about other guys!"

"I am having bloody sex dreams about YOU!" I threw my hands up in the air, letting them land on top of my face.

Well you, Theo and Luna.

But I wasn't about to let him know that. 

I could feel my chest rapidly rising and falling, as I let all of the frustrations out of my body. I let my hands slide down my face as I slowly turned to face him. He ran his hands through his hair aggressively again.

Mimicking my actions, he jerked out of his coat, ripping off the long black wool coat and throwing it on the floor. He was wearing a black button up shirt and a matching black tie. I watched as he loosened the tie, as if trying to get some air. 

"What are you doing?" I breathed, as I watched him undress in front of me.

"You are so bloody annoying that I can't breathe in all of these clothes" he snapped.

"So I make you sick and I am annoying? Well—  this is such a healthy relationship we have here" I hissed.

He sat down on the dusty old couch, looking up at me. He leaned back, resting his arms on the faded and broken wood back. He shook his head, running his tongue against his cheek. 

"You are drinking sleeping potions now, aren't you? Do you know how dangerous that is" he whispered. "The wrong dosage and you could have killed yourself."

"So now you care about me?" I hissed, "and how do you know about my dreams and my potions?" 

"Who do you think?" he hissed. 

Pansy. 

If this were any other day I would have been furious with her, but at this moment my frustrations were focused on the blonde headed boy in front of me.