Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter sixty two

As he pulls the door to the cabinet open, I recognize the singular shelf and almost got déjà vu at the sight and silently creep around the corner a bit further to get a better look. While attempting to peer around him, I wonder if the prophecy would be there although it was highly unlikely. Almost at an instant, Draco flips around and slams the door shut, causing my body to instinctively pry myself from his sight.

"Who's there?" He demands and I spot his wand at the ready in front of him through a crack between bookcase beside me.

"So this is where you've been." I state and his features visibly flip from aggression to panic at the sound of my voice.

"You followed me." I take a step around the corner back into his eyesight and lean against the bookcase in a careless manner.

"It's not following if you left your whereabouts effortlessly traceable. Curiosity got the best of me, I'll admit." I take a moment and nod toward the cabinet. "You're lucky it was only me."

"Wouldn't have made any difference." He responds lowly, sliding his wand back into his robes.

"What are you implying?" I scrunch my eyebrows and take a more firm stance on the floor without the assistance of the bookcase.

"I'm not implying anything." I take a step closer in attempt to get the boy to explain further.

"Then would you like to tell me who is?" I question sharply. His eyes wander my face softly but his expression remains stern as mine does.

"He doesn't trust you." He finally mutters, but we're close enough to each other that I'm able to hear him clearly.

"What, the oath wasn't enough for him? Or shall I reveal my arm to the entirety of Hogwarts to prove my loyalty?" I scoff, but he rolls his eyes at the sarcastic remark. "Or do you not believe me either? It's right here if you'd like to report back-" I yank my sleeve up to my elbow and the tattoo comes into eyesight, causing the blonde to grimace as his hand obtains a firm grip on top of it almost immediately.

"Pull your sleeve down." He almost seethes and I feel his rings creating an imprint against the skin of my forearm.

"Seems like you're in just as much denial as he is." I spit in return and tug myself from his grasp, his focus not making contact with the mark.

On the way out, it's silent aside from my footsteps as I distance myself from the boy. I'd need to work my way around him to figure out what was being planned, he's apparently too brainwashed to help in any aspect.

I'm technically one of them now, but under the 'acceptance' had portrayed on the outside for my own survival, I'm not supportive of anything to do with them; any sane person wouldn't be. I just have no clue how to get out of it, if that's even possible now that I'm this far in. Little by little as the days went by, the secret was eating at me and pulling me into the water deeper and deeper, never allowing me a breath of air at the surface.

I mumble the password to the common room half-heartedly as I try to fight off the tight feeling in my chest. I've finally accepted that Draco's not the same person. It wasn't just the people's eyes on us, it was that fucking mark on his arm. It's changed more than just his perspective, but his morals along with it.

"Where have you been? The dinner nearly starts in an hour!" Hermione chimes from the bathroom as she dries her hair off with a towel.

"Took a slight detour on the way back from the hospital wing, I guess." I reply with my head lowered to the ground while I search beneath my bed. I sweep my hand against the floor and feel nothing but my trunk and a few textbooks from my other classes. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as I stand up empty handed.