"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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Draco watched Charlene sit at the table, her hands set around a small cup of hot chocolate.
Her eyes were swollen, and last night, he'd waited until 7 in the morning for her to come out of the bathroom. She didn't. Not until it was 9 in the morning, and by then, Draco was past out. He'd tried to apologize— he also tried to ignore the pang of panic in his chest when he heard how bad she was crying.
He didn't understand what he'd did to her until now.
Until she was sitting at the table, her eyes staying on the same spot for hours, until she walked out of that room in sweatpants and a baggy sweater, her hair back in a low bun. Everybody could see that something happened, but they were just waiting for one of them to crack.
"So.." Theo trailed off, handing the butter to Haven who was sitting next to Draco. "Anybody want some biscuits?"
Charlene slouched her shoulders, her fingers tapping on her cup. Blaise and Astoria took a biscuit from Theo, and mattheo set a plate of donuts down. For a moment, Charlene wanted to grab one but then remembered she was in front of people.
"We tracked the shipment," Blaise stated slowly, watching Draco's eyes snap to his. "H—Harry has it in an auction building. It's in the back, way back."
Charlene's eyebrows narrowed, hands tightening on the cup. Draco took notice of this, and his chest rose with panic. He gave Blaise a glare, but all Charlene could think about was how familiar that name sounded.
It was at the back of her mind, but she couldn't even think of a last name. She couldn't remember it— but she knew that she knew that person. Draco could see it written all over her face, could see how she was trying to figure out who that person was.
"Blaise." Astoria whispered, "I think we should go talk outside."
Charlene snapped her eyes up, "Who is that? Harry.. what's his last name?"
She wanted a name for the boy in her nightmares.
"Nobody," Mattheo told her softly, "Don't worry. You're safe here."
She hummed lowly, pulling herself off of the chair and making her way back up to the room.
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The reason why, was everything she was afraid of.
The reason why she didn't let Draco stay with her the night they slept together, the reason why she didn't go to sleep last night. It was because of everything that happens in her head when she sleeps. She was vulnerable, weak— and afraid.
She didn't want Draco to see her like that.
But she thought tonight, when she passed out, that she would need more sleep and wouldn't have a nightmare. And it was always the same one. Her body tied to a board, naked and bare, while everybody watched him whip her. He had black hair, green eyes, and what terrified her the most, was she had scars where the whip hits her in her dreams.
Draco was just putting on a shirt when he heard her whimper, he was getting ready to sleep on the floor. But he watched her move in the bed, her cheek pressed against the pillow.
"Charlene," he said her name as he walked towards her side of the bed, trying to wake her up.
Her whimpers only got worse, and then the shortness of breath took over her lungs, gasping for air. Tears were sliding down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut, and Draco was still trying to wake her up.
He did the next thing he thought would help. His mother did it to him when he had bad dreams as a child.
He slid his body into the bed next to her, pulling her waist into him, taking his hand and running his fingers through her hair. "It's just a dream," he told her quietly, allowing her head to rest on his arm while he leaned over her.
She still whimpered, but now she felt like she could breathe. Her nose inhaled his scent, mint and cologne, and she let out a soft sigh, her lips parting. His fingers still stayed in her hair, running down her curls and soothing her.
Slowly, he watched her open her eyes, still wet with tears. "I hate you." She whispered as she leaned more into him, but she was lying. She just hated that he saw her like this.
"I know," he kissed the side of her head. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She thought about it, and decided she didn't want to talk. She didn't want to burden him with the images she has in her head. So instead, she took his hand in hers, the one that was in her hair, and she glided it down her thighs, the scars burning against her touch.
He lifted the cover with his hand, and then brushed against her scars, seeing them. He hadn't seen it when he was trying to get her clothes off, because he wasn't paying attention. But now, he wanted to rip somebody to shreds.
And that somebody, was Harry Potter.
He put her leg back over his hip softly, and watched her stare blankly at his chest. Every blink of her eyes, her eyelashes long and full, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to let her know that she belonged to nobody. Nobody owned her.
"I don't know how it happened," she told him softly. "I can't remember."
Draco nodded, his hand settling on her waist that was bare. She was only wearing a large T— shirt and some panties, but now her shirt was rised up over her hip due to her showing him her scars.
"Charlene," he whispered, watching her look up at him. "I'll let those roses wilt."
She blew out a breath, feeling him pull her even closer. "I don't understand why you won't let me go."
"I'm scared." He mumbled, her hand gripping his shirt. "My mother died because someone saw her kill somebody."
Charlene's eyebrows furrowed, "Then how did she die?"
Draco took a deep breath, "She killed herself because that person went to the cops."
"Oh." She breathed, her face heating up. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry," he connected eyes with her, his heart doing something he'd never felt. "Let's go to bed."
He laid down, pulling her to him, her leg over his body while her head rested on his cheat. She slept peacefully the rest of the night.
