you're mine and mine only

21.

"ow" i seethed and grabbed my arm

"what? what happened- ah fuck" draco clenched his teeth together in pain

"draco, we're late!" i frantically searched the room for clothes—from what happened the night before

"it-it's okay um- we'll make up an excuse, yea" draco said but you could hear the panic in his voice

i looked over at him

"like... we had to talk to one of the professors, or we were having sex-" draco continued but i cut him off

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! we will not be telling my parents that us having sex was the reason we were late!"

"ah you're right... but they already know we've—had sex like with each other before right?" he asked

"well—yes? i think, i hope they do... cause that would be awkward" i shifted my weight from my right foot to the left

"hm" was all Draco said as he shrugged

"okay let's goooo" i cooed

Draco just rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, we apparated to my manor.

we walked in and i felt cold. it felt cold. unsettling.

when we got to the dining room, there sat, my father, dolohov, dracos father and the dark lord.

darkness bundled around him like a cloak.

"and do you two care to explain why you're late?" the dark lord snarled

"we had to speak with the potions professor-" i blurted out

"we were having sex-" draco blurted out at the exact same time as me

"i-i mean we were having sex with the potions professor!-" he added

oh draco that does not makes things better..

"he means that the potions professor had asked to discuss a potions assignment." i tried to make things better

"so you guys didn't get involved in sexual intercourse with the professor that teaches potions?" the dark lord chuckled darkly

"n-no we didn't, i'm sorry my lord for dracos behaviour... he doesn't- well- he- gets- nervous, and he likes to, um—well... babble on-about-like—anything—random things" i spoke quickly, stuttering a bit, during

"ah yes, he looks—nervous" voldemort stared draco down

draco looked like he was going to pass out.

his palms were sweating, he kept wiping them down his trousers every 10 seconds.

his adam's apple bobbed every minute.

draco was such a nervous wreak.

"my lord, may i... help him?" i asked, inching myself closer to the sweaty mess near me

"you may. but be quick." voldemort spoke with irritation

"thank you my lord" i gulped and bowed before running to draco and walking with him outside of the room

"t-thank y-you..." draco choked out

i doubt draco could focus on anything but i could and i heard whispers between them, things like

"we should apparate them there then-"

"do you think they'll be able to handle it my lord?-"

"don't let anything happen to my daughter-"