Cursed | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T h r e e

This chapter contains scenes of violent actions. Please read with caution.

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'' You're right. I don't care.''

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Days passed, and Adrian didn't even look at her. He didn't spare her a single word as he muttered in complete quietness.

This was — to her, the worst type of punishment. The silence, because she knew that after calm weather, a storm would arise, and Adrian happened to be the worst of storms.

She stood in her room, looking over herself in the mirror in front of her, and all she wanted to do — was to cry. The dress Adrian had bought her this summer fitted her perfectly. It was dark green, elegant, clean, and his favorite color.

She was beautiful and ready, yet — she would do anything not to go because no matter how easy it seemed to be there, at the autumn dinner Adrian's mother had invited them to — it was still frightening to her.

To Amelie, those gathering could end up in flames, and her being burnt by the sparking fire was almost inevitable. Her father would be there — Andrew Avery.

A well-respected, educated man within the darkness of Death Eaters, and if Amelie as much as spare a thought not to go, he'd be furious with her.

There was nothing more important in this world for Andrew, her father, than to properly represent his last name — being an Avery was more than holy to the vicious man.

Even if she could go — she could hold her breath, and the night would be over in a heartbeat, but nothing kept Andrew from flickering in his evil mind and punishing her for something he believed to be wrong.

If there was anyone in the misery of life she seemed to be living, she feared more than Adrian — it was her father.

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'' Amelie.'' Adrian's mother greeted her with open arms, '' I'm so happy you both made it.''

Her green eyes — the same eyes her son possessed, darted between Amelie and Adrian as they stood on the steps to his childhood home.

Amelie's arms wrapped around the lady's petite figure, '' I missed you, Ana.'' Amelie whispered into her hair as they hugged each other tightly.

The scent of his mother — that calming smell of jasmine filled her every sense, and it eased the shaking nerves she held.

Ana pulled away, clinging her arms around her son instead, '' I missed you both.'' She smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on Adrian's cheek.

Amelie couldn't help but smile at the moment she witnessed. It wasn't often she watched Adrian like this, but whenever she had the chance to — she took it.

'' Effie.'' Ana called out, making the housemaid rush around a corner, '' Would you be so kind, and take care of the bags?''

Amelie's hand clenched around her purse, and she couldn't help but feel bad, '' No, Ana, both Adrian and I are more than capable—''

'' Here.'' Adrian hewed her off, snatching the bag from her hold as he nearly threw it on the maid.

Amelie's eyes grew wide. Her sight started flickering again as she felt ashamed of Adrian's behavior.

His hand slowly moved in between them, and he gripped her, tugging her closer, for no one else to see.

'' You should really learn how to behave, Amelie.'' Adrian seethed into her ear, '' Or there will be consequences.''