𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 (18+) 𝐃.𝐌.

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[TW, suicidal thoughts. You guys are gonna hate Draco 🧍‍♀️ ]

𒊹︎☯︎︎𒊹︎

"Get up."

Draco slightly groaned, tightening his body around Charlene's. Half of his body laid on top of hers, on his stomach and his head buried in the crook of her neck, his arms around her. She was very small compared to his broad shoulders, so Blaise could hardly see her when he started waking Draco up.

But he definitely knew she was there, he just wasn't expecting her to be naked, and start pulling Draco back onto her due to being cold.

"What the fuck?!" Blaise whisper shouted, "Draco! Get up—"

Draco stuck his hand out, squishing Blaises' face in his hands. "Shush."

"I have to talk to you about Harry," he took Draco's hand off of his face, and thats when Draco peeled his eyes open, glaring at the wall between Charlene's neck. "So get up. It's bad."

He sucked in a breath, Charlene snarling and turning over on her back, Draco pulling the sheets back over her body before Blaise saw her. He pulled the elephant blanket over her body again, and debated on tucking her in. He decided against it to let her sleep.

He went to walk out, but Blaise huffed and stopped him. "Go put on some pants, Draco."

He knew that Blaise was probably thinking that they had sex, but they hadn't for the past three days. The last time they did was three days ago, when he couldn't control himself. He'd seen her in that towel and his cock couldn't help but pulse.

Slowly, Draco slipped on some sweatpants, and followed Blaise out of the door.

"Harry knows she was at Malfoy manor."

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Charlene stepped into the building with Astoria, a small bag in her hand.

They were laughing, until they weren't. Until Draco's voice boomed over everything else, until Charlene was watching Draco glare at the both of them, his face flared.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

He was dressed in a black turtle neck, fitted in some black pants with some combat boots. Charlene had to ignore the urge to want to get down on her knees, and instead, stayed quiet. She wasn't going to argue with him in front of everybody.

She didn't know why he was worried, but she just wanted a swimsuit.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh? Silence? That's new. Where's the smart comments? Hm?"

She rolled her eyes, walking past him and up the stairs, watching him grow more angry. She could hear haven screaming at him, could hear her ask him why he cared so much, but she drowned it out with everything else.

Until the door was slammed shut, and hands ripping the back from her grasp, setting it on the dresser.

"Mave, I fucking told you that I need to know if you left." He spat out, and she kept her back to him, not caring about how much he was mad at her. "Are you stupid? Look at me."

She furrowed her eyebrows, meeting his gaze over her shoulder. Charlene finally turned around, "Excuse me?"

"I will fucking kill you, Charlene—"

"You will?" She snapped, looking up at him. Now, they were both furious, and she couldn't even stand looking at him, despite how good he looked. "You'll kill me?"

"You want to call my bluff?"

She simply shrugged, walking over to his nightstand, pulling out his gun that he'd put in there for safety, and cocked it. "I do."

He faltered, taking a step forward, his anger only growing. "Are you fucking crazy?!" When he stepped forward, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Take another step," she held the gun to her head, and she didn't flinch once. "I'll do it, Draco."

Everything in his body was now panicking, his hands balled up in fists, but he stopped walking towards her. He knew she'd do it. He knew how she thought, knew how losing a baby affected her, knew how bad her nightmares were. She'd pull that trigger, and thats what scared him the most right now.

She called his bluff— and she was right. He wouldn't kill her.

"Charlene," he said it softly, watching her eyes stay on his. "You're right. I wasn't going to— I'd never do that. Now can you put the gun down?"

She exhaled, putting her finger on the trigger. Draco parted his mouth, "I can't even go outside without you threatening me. Without you yelling at me. I should be trying to shoot you, Draco."

"Please," he stepped forward, so slowly she started to thing he didn't. "Put the gun down from your head down. You want to shoot me? Then go ahead. But don't do it to yourself."

"I do want to shoot you," she whispered, her other hand wrapped around her stomach. "I want to shoot Haven and I want to shoot her stomach. It's— horrible," she gulped, squeezing her eyes shut. "But I want her to feel what I feel. I want her to hurt."

Draco took another step forward, now right in front of her. He took the gun gently, and once it was free from her grasp, she let a tear slide down her cheek. "I'm— I'm sorry."

"I want away from you," she pleaded. "I want to go outside. I want to see— something. And not outside of a window."

"Away from me?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow. A pang hit his chest, and he was more offended then anybody. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means I want space!" She fought back, "Today was the only time I've been away from you. I'm always in here, or in the kitchen with you, I can't even shower without you— and it's exhausting! It's suffocating! I want space from you."

He clenched his jaw, ignoring the way that pricked at her heart. None of his past girlfriends wanted to be around him either, and his mother was always there for him. She stayed with him, loved him. And now that he thought he found someone who likes the constant cuddles, liked that he never left, he didn't want to stop. Until he realized that she had no choice because he locked her up.

"Fine." His voice was no longer soft, instead it was rough and cold. "You want space? I'll give you some fucking space."

He pulled at her arm, her eyebrows narrowing. She was confused as she stopped her feet, but he dragged her all the way across the room and stopped—

At a closet.

It clicked in her mind that he was gonna lock her in.

"Draco— Draco stop—"

He opened the door and pushed her inside, slamming the door shut. "You have plenty of fucking space in there."

She banged on the door, and screamed and cried— until she realized he was gone. She was lucky her inhaler was on her, or she would've died. He could've killed her.

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