"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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"All I'm saying is, Draco wants you to be the maid again," Theo said, Charlene brushing out her hair.
"I'm thinking about it." She admitted, setting her brush down and wrapping the towel around her further. She'd just gotten out of the shower, and all she was covered in was a towel. "It's boring just sitting here all day."
Theodore had came in her room to talk to her about the trip to New York. All of them and a few of Draco's guards were going to track down his shipment and find out Harry had gotten to it, and of course Charlene was going. She couldn't be left alone here. Her leg has healed a week and a half later with the potions Draco made, and tomorrow would mark two months she's been here.
Now, Theo was talking about how Draco complains that he has dishes everywhere and he will not do them himself. So he wants Charlene to work again, because she's the only one who would really do it.
"I mean think about it, you can save up when he finally lets you go." Theo smiled at her, "Maybe— for your family one day?"
Charlene smiled a soft smile at him, "One day."
She swiped a hand over her stomach, hating that it was so flat. She's often did that in the shower, let out a big breath of air and made her stomach pop out, sometimes even crying while she did it.
Suddenly, the door busted open, Draco walking in like the calmest person she'd ever seen— but his face told her he was pissed about something. Theo uncrossed his arms, looking confused as Draco rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
"Having a party in your towel, huh?" His voice was laced with venom, jaw clenched. He gave one glance to Theodore, and spat, "Get out."
Theo left before he got himself killed.
Charlene stood at her dresser, Draco slamming the door. He didn't know how to feel— he didn't think he'd ever been this worried or jealous to know if a girl had slept with Theodore before. He didn't know why he wanted to chop Theos head off himself for even seeing her bare collarbone like Draco had.
But he did, he wanted to know if they'd done anything. Theo had been gone for an hour now, and it was very possible that they could have had shower sex. The thought made Draco clench his fists.
"What'd I do now," she deadpanned, her curls now laying on her shoulders, wet and curly.
He stepped forward, putting both of his arms on her dresser, trapping her in between his arms. "Did you decide to hook up with him?" Charlene's mouth parted, watched him stare at her with such a harsh look it made her want to die. "Did. You?"
"What?" Her voice came out as a mere whisper, "You're a fucking idiot—"
His hand connected her to throat, tipping her up so she was looking up at him, a glare in her face. "You're in a towel. He had red cheeks— messy hair— fuck, Charlene. Just tell me if you fucking slept with him or not."
