Challenge Me

C H A P T E R S E V E N

Draco Malfoy

I knew the familiar smirk on Blaise's face, it was the glint of achievement mixed in with surprise. He wasn't expecting me to do anything but then again nor was I. If mother or father knew what I had just done, I'd be joining Aunty Bella in oblivion.

It had been something I wanted to do for years, I just never had the courage. But I couldn't let her get away with talking to me like that, let alone in front of so many impure wizards. So I did the only thing I could to shut her up, I planted my luscious lips on hers.

The thing that got me though was she didn't stop me, I was expecting her to sock me in the cheek at least. The fact that I got away with it amazes me, but oh god was I in trouble. I was literally and inevitably fallen, and she won't be there to catch me.

I was going to have to pick myself up after she tears me apart piece by piece, if I'm lucky Blaise will help put me back together. But I'm ready for her to destroy me, the great Granger will rip apart THE Draco Malfoy and I couldn't be happier.

It is a sick and twisted world we live in but as people, we need to adapt, we go around living our lives even though every one of us are ripping our insides apart, screaming for our release. So many people wonder how the infamous Draco Malfoy was so cold at such a young age, the answer is if you have no expectations for the world, it can't hurt you.

But that was a fat lie, I did have expectations and like every child, they were continuously shattered. And so I built my steel barrier and made sure no person could break through it, but I forgot to take into consideration the intolerable know-it-all with abnormally large front teeth and bushy brown hair.

After I had done what Blaise and I had come for, I left without another word. Quite frankly, I didn't know what I was thinking or what I was even going to say. I got out of there very quickly, if Potter or Weaslebee found out what Granger and I had just got up to, there was no doubt one of them would crucio me.

I was currently sitting in my living room with a bottle of firewhisky after apparating to the manor, I needed to clear my head and yet I'm only making it cloudier. With every gulp, I remembered less and less of the pain and rejection I continuously felt.

"C'mon mate, we should hit the bar. You know they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone –" I cut him off before he could finish that wretched sentence

"Don't you think I tried that? Are you forgetting about the years I spent messing around with Astoria? Not to mention the number of times I fucked the brains out of Pansy." My voice was curt, I watched as Blaise's face dropped at the mention of his play-toys old antics.

"Wow mate, I don't think that was really needed. I was just trying to help" I rolled my eyes at the pittyness that was in his voice, how sweet, he wanted to help.

"Help? You can't help me, no one can. Don't you understand, I've dealt with this on my own and I will continue to. I don't need your help" Flecks of saliva left my mouth as I spat the words at my naive best friend.

"You know what, you're right. Deal with it on your own, it's your fault anyway. Maybe if you weren't such a righteous jerk, she wouldn't hate you as much" With that, I watched Blaise lift himself off my seat and walk out the door, slamming the large frame behind his figure.

I sat there for a moment and just took everything in, I felt the loneliness that haunted the manor and everyone who lived in it. I was alone and that's all I've ever been.

It was maybe 3 hours before I decided to pry myself off the couch, I could tell my eyes were bloodshot and my face was exhausted. An accurate representation of exactly how I was feeling, I needed more alcohol.

I had downed my first bottle of firewhisky in less than an hour after Blaise had walked out, another bottle quickly followed after that. I wanted to drown my sorrows away and I couldn't do that if I had nothing to drown them with, I huffed as I began to walk out of the front door.

Once my body had left the dark house, I apparated to the only place that my hazy mind could think of; The Three Broomsticks. Not a moment later I felt my feet slam into the footpath out the front of the murky looking bar, I breathed in the musty smell and began to push my way past the wooden doors.

I strolled through, pushing past the multiple whispers and widened eyes. Once I had reached the bar, I took my wand from my pocket and slammed it on the bench for the barmen to identify me. Without nothing but a nod, numerous firewhisky shots were placed in front of me. Picking up three with both hands, I brought the smoking glass up to my mouth and gulped down the stinging liquid.

The more I drank, the less the world meant anything to me. The less she meant anything to me.