He hated her with every single inch of his entire being. She hated him just as much. He was a ex-Death Eater and she was the daughter of the most notorious dark wizards. The first moment he laid eyes on her, Draco knew she was going to be trouble. T...
"Here is to—" my words stopped short, as I gazed upon a dark haired boy standing a few feet away.
His dark eyes were cold and his mouth was pressed into a thin line.
"Armena" Draco asked, kicking my leg rather hard.
"Draco" I whispered.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
This couldn't be good. I watched as he pulled his chair over to our table and sat down, crossing one leg over his knee. Draco slowly turned to the boy beside him, I could see the anger pulsating through his skin. His veins popped out of his hand as he clenched his fist into a tight ball.
"No..." Draco spit.
"Nice to see you too, mate" Oliver smirked.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. This could only mean two things, our friends are dead or Oliver is just as wicked as Theo. I rested my elbows on the table, sinking my face into my palms. Oliver reached forward and grabbed Draco's whiskey, throwing it back instantly.
"Oy— you two are real fuckers you know" he pointed his finger at both of us. "Zabini told me by the way. Pansy is still clueless as ever but you're supposed to be my best mate, Malfoy. Yet, you two were fucking right under our noses."
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I looked down at the table. I raised my hand, signaling to the server that we needed another round.
"Surprise, here we are..." I smirked, glancing to Draco.
"So..." Draco growled, studying Oliver. "What are you doing here?"
"Can we please just enjoy each other's company for a bit, yeah?" he smiled.
I nodded my head slowly, glancing to Draco.
"We just ordered supper but you can have mine. I seem to have lost my appetite" Draco said sourly.
"So what happened Ollie?" I sigh.
A tray of three glasses floated over to our table. We each grabbed our glass and downed it, feeling the liquor burn our throats.
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"Keep them coming" Oliver yelled over his shoulder, before turning back to us.
"She asked you a question..." Draco snapped.
"I was getting there— So I really don't know what happened between us getting knocked out and you two leaving but when we woke up, my father was standing in the room. About four or five men spent hours screaming at us three, asking where you two might have gone. I assumed that you two would run back to school and I told my father that. Pansy was scared out of her mind but Narcissa wouldn't let them touch her..."
