pt.13

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a/n: ah ah we are very close to end everyone i'm thinking maybe 4-2 chps left more of this book

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a/n: ah ah we are very close to end everyone i'm thinking maybe 4-2 chps left more of this book. i also wanted to say thank you honestly so much for 6K views THATS SO MANY OH MY i love you all very much!! i also added music if you wanted to listen hope you enjoy this ch:)

*TW: mention of self harm, scenes with cutting, and blood *

"uh" my breathe hitched and my palms started to sweat. i slowly stood up attempting to make it less obvious that i wanted to get out of this room.

being successful i turned around and quietly walked closer to the dorms with his eyes burning through my back.

immediately his cold hand grabbed my wrists holding them closely and tightly together bringing my back onto his front.

his fingers insert my mouth reaching deeper into my throat feeling my tonsils. my dry mouth closes up and his other straddles around my neck making my skin go tighter. my bone pushes on to his rings.

"don't ever try and walk away from me, now answer the question" he spits at me.

his fingers move out of my mouth scratching the side of my cheek and joins both his hands on my neck making me wheeze.

"yes i am" i say quietly.

his hands drop to his side allowing me to breathe properly.

i apparate as fast as i can to my dorm and collapse on the bed.

dracos pov:

she disappeared into thin air. i had her right where i wanted and in 2 seconds i managed to fuck it up. dumbass.

i sat on the couch and poured a glass of whiskey i found.

how could i not realize she was a death eater, her parents are one of the richest pure blood family's next to mine and our parents are always found together.

and here i thought i was the only one in hogwarts.

i couldn't stop focusing on the image i saw of her arm filled with scars and dried up blood. her dark eyes told a story when i would look through them, she was in pain. she couldn't be self harming could she..

i shook my head.

me and her were going through the same things. the depression, poor appetite, closing off, poor sleep and finding ourselves addicted to substances. how did i not realize this.

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