𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 (18+) 𝐃.𝐌.

< 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 3

[just a little bit of mature content]

𒊹︎☯︎︎𒊹︎

"I'm not leaving."

Draco was losing his mind with Haven. He felt like he could actually put a bullet through her skull, for just showing up whenever she liked and made sure he didn't have any girls over besides Astoria and Pansy— and Charlene.

Haven has been doing that for the past two weeks, and Draco hadn't even had time to see Charlene. Not since he basically asked her if he fucked her, it would be cheating. And when she gave her answer, he wanted to fucking choke slam her, he wanted to make her clean every single room he owned in less than a day and if she didn't, she'd be fired. But he also wanted to fuck her pussy until she couldn't take anymore. Draco hated that she was trying to avoid Max's actions.

Draco hated cheaters in general, because Haven had cheated on him.  She'd been cheating on him, and he hates to admit it, but it bruised his ego more than anyone would ever know.

"Get out," Draco seethed, climbing up the stairs. He wondered where Charlene was. She hadn't came out of her room at all today. "I don't want to see you."

"I've lived here for two months," Haven spat back, following him up the stairs. "You can't just kick me out."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Draco rolled his eyes, turning back to look at her. "You're like a fucking bug." He pulled out his gun, smirked, and dropped five of the bullets. One of them laid in the gauntlet, "Let's play a game?"

She blew in a breath, watching him press the gun to her stomach. Fear and terror were welling up in her eyes in the form of tears, "Draco— please don't make me lea—"

He pulled the trigger, a cry leaving her lips, no bullet coming out. "Should we try again?"

She turned around abruptly, running back to the front door with another sob. Draco sighed, burying his gun back in suit pocket, and made his way to Charlene's room. He needed to know why she wasn't cleaning.

When he'd opened the door, he almost did a double take. Astoria sat in Charlene's bed with her head in Astorias lap, her cheeks tear stained and her hair sprawled out in curls. She was curled up in Astorias lap in an elephant blanket, that she must've gotten from the closet when she was cold, but it was Draco's blanket as a kid.

His heart pattered in a weird way.

Astoria peaked up, her book in her hand and the other hand running down Charlene's hair, soothing her. "Shut up. I already know what you're gonna say. She's taking the day off."

He opened his mouth, and the closed it. And then again, opened it, just to say, "Then she's got extra work tomorrow."

A scoff left Astorias mouth, "You're a fucking dick. She has a life outside of this manor, Draco, and she's been locked up for a month. Her mother has filed a missing person report, Max doesn't even care about her, and her father is getting worse. If you don't let her go, I will."