"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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"What. The. Fuck."
It was Harry who had spoken first, his fist clenching so hard he nearly cracked his own bones. His eyes stayed fixed on Charlene's bump, and how much it had grown.
Anger coursed through Draco when he saw Harry look her up and down, and lick his lips. Charlene was his, and it pained him to see the look on Charlene's face as she started to heave for breath, taking a hit of her inhaler.
"Malfoy," his eyebrows lifted, looking at Draco with a smirk. "You bring her here to show me that I got her knocked up?"
Draco stepped forward, crossing his arms with his gun in one of his hands, the finger on the trigger. "No, I brought her here so she can see that you'll never touch her again. But, if you want to bring that up, then I brought her here to show you that she's having my child. Not yours."
Something inside of Harry's face shattered, and he began tugging on the ropes, scaring Charlene all the way back into a wall. "No! That's impossible! You—"
Draco's gun was pointed to his head, and he immediately stopped talking. "You're going to explain everything to her. In a nice, formal way. You get disrespectful with her, and you lose your dick, understand?"
So Charlene sat in her chair.
And Draco held her hand the entire time Harry told her about her life.
She was Harry's wife. Harry had gotten her at a young age, Charlene's father was too weak to fight Harry. So he eventually allowed Harry to take Charlene, in which he had her since she was fourteen. They got married when she was fifteen. The first time he raped her, was when she was sixteen. The first time Draco had heard about Harry keeping a young girl, was when Charlene was seventeen.
Draco blew up Harry's place, and in result, Charlene ran away. Draco knew Charlene before he actually met her, but she was so scared, and he couldn't get near her without her freaking out. Harry had ruined her, inside and out, and Draco couldn't bare to see her like that.
He took her memories the next night after she escaped, and threw them into a lake. He filled her head with good memories of her and her family when they were younger, and eventually, brought her home to her mother. Draco always had an eye on Charlene, just to make sure Harry had never gotten to her again.
Harry had gotten into contact with Max, and over time, Harry had gotten close enough to him to put a chip inside of Charlene, without any of them knowing. It was the reason she lost her first child. Something Harry had put into that chip, was stopping her from developing a fetus all the way. And the first night that Draco had drugged her, he felt it. And he removed it. He didn't know what it was at the time, but he's gotten it out of her and that's all that mattered.
And after Haven had been broken up with, she went to Harry officially. The child she'd had, was Harry's. When she'd heard Max and her talking outside, Haven was wondering when Harry was gonna get Charlene back, so Haven could hand over her child and it could be Harry's and Charlene's. Harry forced Haven to do this. He abused her, and it made Heaven sick. Harry never wanted Charlene to have kids because he didn't want her to feel any different in her lower area.
Harry was her downfall, but all Draco wanted to do was protect her.
And after Harry had said all of this, Charlene stood up from her seat,
And punched him the face.
She didn't stop, not until her knuckles were red and Harry was unconscious. Not until Draco pulled her back finally, and just held her in his lap as she cried.
God, she was so tired of crying.
But he let her, and he rubbed her back as she continued to thank him. She'd realized that if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be here right now.
"You don't have to thank me, Love." He kissed the side of her head, and made a motion for one of his guards. "But look at me."
She rose her head up, and he pecked her on the lips, hearing the door open again. He grabbed the paper that was handed to him, and then handed them to her, with a pen.
"All you've gotta do is sign, Baby."
Her heart melted, and she felt like she could finally breathe. She'd been married to a man and she didn't even know, but now, Draco was taking that away from her. Harry ruined her life, he flipped it upside down. But from the moment Draco found out about it, he was there to fix it.
"You.. how did you do this?" She asked him, sniffling. "How can you divorce two people yourself?"
"I'm Draco Malfoy," he smiled and kissed her cheek. "I can, and I will do whatever I want as long as it makes you happy."
She smiled at him, a curl falling in front of her face as she grabbed the pen and started to sign her name on his chest onto the paper. When she'd finally finished it, she felt so free.
—
She'd wrapped a towel around herself, and dried herself off.
Mula sat on her bed when she opened the door, and she made a gagging sound. "You smell like coconut. Gross." She licked her paws, giving herself a bath.
"Oh shut it," Charlene rolled her eyes with a smile. "Your spot in the bed is about to be taken."
Mula perked up her ears, "Oh? Finally done being a wimp?"
Charlene narrowed her eyes, "I hope you fall off the balcony."
Mula put a hand to her chest, "I'm hurt."
Charlene got dressed, and then walked out to see Max sleeping on the couch, and Draco in the kitchen unloading something with his shirt off. He hadn't seen her, and when he turned around, her legs melted, and her heart lunged into her throat.
Her name was tatted on his back, in big, bold cursive letters, that has a little elephant by it.
Charlene still slept with his elephant blanket she'd found a long time ago.
Draco turned back around, and he smiled at her. "Oh, hey. You have a nice shower? I got you some Chinese food before I go back to my apartment."
Almost on instinct, she was shaking her head.
He raised his eyebrow at her, "No what?"
Charlene walked up to him, in a thin tank top and some sweatpants, running her hands up his chest. He watched her intently, and when her hands slid to his back, she rubbed over his tattoo, feeling it still fresh on his skin.
He breathed in at the feeling of her touching it, stinging a little. "When did you get this?"
His hands pulled her to him, "Last night." She smiled and watched him lean down to her ear, pecking her neck with a small kiss. "Don't worry, I left some room for our baby's name."
Her eyes watered, and she kissed him, hard. "I don't.. I don't want you to go back to that apartment."
He parted his mouth, and held her just a little bit tighter. "I can stay?"
She let out a breath, looking around, trying to find the right words. For a moment he thought she was gonna change her mind, but then she kissed him again.
"Don't— don't ever go.. back to that apartment. Like — like never—"
He bent down and kissed her so hard she gasped, and his hands came under her thighs, pulling her up. His lips danced with hers, feeling her hand move to his neck, and one of his hands slid into her curls, just how she liked it.
"I.." she breathed hard into his mouth, feeling his mouth close in on hers again. "Draco.."
He kissed down her jaw, "Say it. I've been dying to hear you say it."
"I love you," she moaned out softly, her hands tangling up in his hair.
