You would've thought it was sadness in his tone. Regret. Pity. But it was far from it. It was pride.
Pride in himself and what he was capable of.
Just like a true Slytherin.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that you need to put an act on for my mother. I don't care about what my father thinks, he'd probably find amusement in our bickering. And don't bother crying to your mummy and daddy about our little run ins because I've already explained to everyone about our— misunderstandings." He taunted, his smirk growing wider as he stared me down.
"Oh, so you told all of them that you cheated on me? Beat up my friend? Taunted me for weeks on end? That you hurt little Emmy? That's brave of you, considering even your father who favors me more would find a way to make you feel like hell for it." I spat at him, feeling my anger rise while the tension between us grew.
"Please," he scoffed, "I told them what they expected. We were young. Confused. We didn't love each other. It wasn't meant to be. They completely understood." He whispered to me. So calm and so low. It was dangerous.
"And I suggest you do the same." He whispered as he slowly stood from his chair. "Because if I so much as hear one lie or word out of your pretty little mouth," he said quietly, stalking around the table gravely slow before he finally came to a stop right next to my chair.
He leaned back on the table, his fingers lifting my chin slightly so I had to look up at him. He leaned forward, making my breathing stop altogether while he hovered his face over mine.
"I will hurt you in ways you never imagined possible," his breath fanned out over my face before his eyes moved down to my quivering lips. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked softly. I nodded my head in agreement before his hand slinked down to my throat.
"I'm going to break you, Emmy Jane." He mumbled lowly, leveling out his eyes with mine. I could almost feel the tip of his nose brushing against mine as he inched closer. "So help me God, even if it's the last thing I do on this earth, I will break you." He whispered, dropping the broken quill into my lap.
"I will ruin you. For good. For everyone else." He said slowly, making my heart beat even harder against my rib cage.
"Drake?" I whispered lowly, feeling his fingers tighten on my neck. He didn't hesitate for a second, his eyes lingering down to my lips that were so close to his.
So close.
Too close.
Too much.
Too little.
"Yes, love?" He asked quietly, and I melted into his hand. He could feel it, too.
Trying to keep his smirk from growing on his lips that I was still putty in his hands. I was still his just like he wanted me to be. Even if he didn't want me.
"What happened to you?" I whispered, my eyes moving down to his lips as well. He tensed up now.
His body turned rigid and his fingers turned to ice. He let out a harsh breath as he pulled me even closer, letting his lips finally graze mine so slightly. If I were to pucker mine for him, it would give him the kiss that I wish I didn't crave in the pit of my stomach.
"I've accepted my allegiances. What I am and who I'm meant to be. The others are slowly coming to terms with it, too. Everyone will change right before your eyes. But you wouldn't know anything about that." He whispered, his hot breath moving into my parted lips. "Because you're just a sad, scared little girl. Too foolish for power. Too weak for the real world." He whispered as he leaned a little further in, pressing his lips against mine without so much as giving them a kiss.
"But not me." He mumbled into my mouth, shoving himself back. "I want it all." He said darkly as he released my neck. "No one is going to stop me until I'm the best. Until I'm on top." He seethed, eyeing me up and down. "Not even you." He whispered.
"What are you talking about?" I mumbled, furrowing my brows as I tried to figure out the riddles his tongue was speaking in. "What allegiance? On top of what?" I shook my head slightly. He stood up from the table and looked down at me darkly.
"I'll see you at Christmas. You've been warned, Prince. Best for you to be a good girl and listen." He spat, turning around and leaving me alone at the table.
Completely clueless.
And alone.
•
"Is this one too much?" I asked my mother as I stalked down the stairs. Red silk hugged my figure tightly as I readjusted the white gloves lining my forearms up to my elbows.
My mother let out a gasp as she noticed, and made her way towards me. "No, it's perfect! The red will go lovely with Narcissa's decor. You should see the entire house. It's so grand. She started decorating it-"
My mother's rambling continued as she linked our arms and led me out of the manor door. I could see the lights of the Malfoy manor lighting up the dark night across the street.
So close.
Too close.
My dress hugged me in all the right places. My waist was skimmed out from the corset back, and my chest appeared even fuller. Ruby rhinestones lined the entire top half while the silk bottom trained out behind me. A long slit cut up the front, coming to a halt at the top of my thigh.
Red diamonds from our family jewels laced my neck. Hung from my ears. Glimmered in the tiara I wore on top of my head. All red everywhere.
But not tacky gryffindor red. His favorite red.
The walk didn't take long. Even in these dreaded red bottomed heels I wore. It was familiar. And smelled like home. Everything, everywhere. His house. My house. It was home.
We approached the doorway before it was swung open to greet us. Many guests already lingered through the halls leading to the ball room, and I felt my breathing hitch in my throat as I stepped into the foyer.
Maple. And vanilla. That's what his home always smelled like. Maple syrup. A hint of pine. And vanilla. So sweet. Warm. And loving. Not fitting at all for the Malfoy's.
"My beaut." Narcissa chirped, kissing my cheek lightly. "I'm so sorry to hear what happened. But knowing the two of you, it probably didn't even phase a thing." She sighed, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. I gave her a timid smile, not knowing what she wanted me to say about her son.
"Yes. Well," I started, but as I peaked over her shoulder I felt the ice lock up all of my veins. I knew better than to cross those eyes that gave me a warning look. "He's my Drake. Even if it didn't work out, I could never hate him." I faked a smile, making his mother flash her teeth at me.
"I'm so glad you care for him so much. He needs that in his life. Salazar himself knows it." She chuckled, but I just nodded once.
"Mother, let Emmy breathe, would you?" Draco laughed behind her. "You act like you haven't seen her in years. She'll be around tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after." He listed, pretending nothing was wrong. My throat clenched at the sight of him in front of me.
Black suit. White hair. Rings on fingers. Too perfect.
Deadly.
Unholy.
