"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 was out of his bed in less than a seconds descending the stairs.
He didn't even know what he was gonna say, his throat went dry as soon as he stepped into the foyer, watching Astoria pull a blanket over her body. She'd laid down as soon as she stepped into the manor, her body tired and sore. She didn't sleep the whole time here, because she was afraid of people and the way they were looking at her. Like she was prey. And she also didn't want to have a nightmare in front of people.
Draco stood a few feet away from the couch, Astoria getting off the couch. "I'm taking her to my room," he stated, walking closer and then sliding his hands under her body.
He pulled her up to his chest, his heart cracking at the sight of her face, all bruised and her eye swollen. The scratch on her cheek, her nose bruised and broken, and it made him want to kill Harry. It made him want to bash his head into a wall.
"Draco," Astoria gulped, "We should talk. Go lay her down and meet me out on the balcony."
He nodded, walking up the stairs, careful not to disturb her much. Draco didn't know what happened to her while she was with Harry. It had only been a few hours— but he didn't know that Harry had violated her body and then left his mess inside of her for her to take care of. He didn't know she had to jump off of a plane, he didn't know she'd ran into his mother.
When he'd laid her down, he pulled the covers over her body, and left the room with a snarl on his face.
He swore he'd kill Harry.
But at least, now, she was safe and with Draco.
The air blew across Draco's face as he entered the balcony, pulling his sweater past his palms. "What do you want to talk about?"
Astoria hummed, a cup of coffee in her hands. Slowly, she started to pour it out, Draco giving her a confused look. "Tell me what happen."
"Astoria," he huffed, getting ready to turn back around. "I already told you I'm not—"
"When we were packing, I found a box of rat poison." She raised her eyebrow, setting her cup down on the thick concrete railing. "And odd enough, Mattheo finds a bowl of soup that was put in the fridge because of the guards, and he starts throwing up. So tell me, did you poison her or did she poison you?"
He blew out a breath, "I got mad."
"Yeah, kinda figured."
"I did something I shouldn't have." He gulped, remembering the look on Charlene's face when he'd locked that closet. "I um— I locked her up. Like.. like put her in a closet." He was very, very ashamed. He was also very sorry. "If she didn't have her inhaler, she could've died."
Astoria glared at him, "You're a fucking idiot." Her face scrunched up, "But I guess.. I mean she got you back."
Draco scoffed with a laugh, "Yeah. I don't blame her. I should've seen it coming with how calm she was." He shook his head, "Is that all?"
"Im— yeah. Yeah, thats all."
Astoria looked at him like she wanted to tell him. She did want to tell him, but she knew it would crush his heart to find out about her blood curse.
—
When Draco woke up, he realized Charlene was in the bed.
He'd slept on the chair in his room, and let her have the bed. But every single alarm went off in his head when he noticed she wasn't in there. His feet carried him out of bed, and all the way down stairs. He'd checked outside with the guards, and when he noticed that nothing was disturbed, he sort of calmed down a bit.
And when he'd heard some noise in the kitchen, he peeked his head inside to see Charlene, in one of his large T—shirts, and pajama pants he'd never seen, rolling around dough to make some pastries.
She heard him as soon as he opened the door, and she didn't even have to turn her head to know it was him. If it was anybody else, they would've already said something. They would've asked why she was up at midnight, or why she was baking something this late at night.
But instead, Draco and Charlene stayed silent as he helped her get the ingredients.
Neither of them knew what to say, but Charlene knew all she wanted was for Draco to kiss her worried away. She wanted his arms wrapped around her to remove Harry's touch— she'd scrubbed herself so hard in the shower an hour ago.
It was quiet for a few more minutes, until he'd seen the first tear leave her eye as she put the last pan in the oven.
"Charlene," his voice was so soft and sweet, she could've melted. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She turned her head the other way. "You locked me in a closet." She wiped her nose, that Astoria had healed with her wand, "I poisoned you."
He stepped closer, grabbing her jaw softly. "I don't blame you for what you did. I deserved it. You were right, I felt what you felt and I'm not mad about it."
"Draco," her voice was weak, his other hand pulling her in by the waist. "If you ever do that again, I won't ever forgive you. I won't. No matter what I go through from this moment on, if you ever do that again, you'll never see me again. You used my fear against me, to hurt me."
His face was full of guilt and sadness, his lips closing in on her cheek that used to he scratched. "I know. I'm sorry, Love."
When he grasped her thighs to pull her up, she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook.
And after they finished baking, and eating a little, they got tangled in the sheets. With her on top of him, riding his cock so gently and slow that it soothed her. It made her feel better about herself, made her feel okay with it being him and not Harry. It made her feel like he was slowly taking Harry's touch off of her, and thats what she wanted.
And when she'd clenched around him, and came on his cock like she owned it, she'd pushed her hands onto his chest softly, his lips kissing hers gently, she whimpered his name and told him, "Finish in me. Please."
He did what she asked, moaning into her mouth as he made love to her. His cock twitched inside of her, his cum filling her up with every space she had to offer. It took up every single place and more than Harry did, Draco holding onto her while he officially had her as his again.
With their breathing heavy, he kissed her again and rolled over, pulling out of her as he took her to the bathroom to go pee again. He didn't ask her why she wanted him to release inside of her, and she was grateful.
When they'd settled back to the bed, something caught Draco's eyes and it made Charlene's heart pick up. Why had she been so tired that she had to pass out as soon as she got there?
Draco saw the marker on the tag in the pants, and when he picked it up, everything shattered inside of his mind.
"Charlene," his voice was stern now, no longer sweet and gentle. A shiver ran through Charlene's body, "Why the fuck is my mothers name on the back of these pants."
She couldn't tell him. She had to keep her mouth, because Narcissa Malfoy made her swear an unbreakable bond.
