Mr. Daddy's Money - Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/OC

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"Shhhh," I hushed him, "I stayed the night at Cedric's.   Why does it matter where I stayed?"

"I was expecting you to come back here!" Fred yelled at me. 

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath to calm myself. 

Suddenly I felt like I was 7 years old again, being yelled at by my father. 

Just waiting to be hit or have something thrown at me.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell." Fred spoke at a whisper, as he wrapped his large arms around me. 

I didn't respond, I just continued to take long, deep breaths. 

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things, I shouldn't have yelled at you." Fred spoke again. 

I could hear his heart beating heavily through his clothes. 

"I'm tired, Freddy.  I think I'm gonna lay down for a while." I spoke quietly, as I broke away from his grip. 

"You still going to the dance with me?" Fred asked me. 

"Yes, Freddy." I gave him a weak smile. 

...

The next few days I mostly laid around.  

Though I was physically present in class, I wasn't mentally. 

My mind was a chaotic mess, like the earth after a tornado. 

I was constantly torn between Draco Malfoy and Fred Weasley. 

I hardly spoke to anyone, other than Cedric.

Well, up until the night before the Yule Ball.

...

"Hey!" A voice echoed down the empty hall. 

It was late at night, I was going to the great hall to get something to eat. 

Draco Malfoy appeared at my side, trying to catch his breath. 

"Hi." I said, stopping in my tracks. 

"Have I done something to upset you? You haven't hardly said two words to me." Draco had a concerned look on his face. 

"No, I've um just had a lit on my mind." I simply replied. 

"Oh...." Draco trailed off, ad he looked around the hall way. 

I turned to walk away, as the awkward silence between us made my throat tighten. 

"I wanted to ask you something." Draco quickly said, before I had a chance to walk away. 

"What's that?" I questioned. 

"Do you... want to go with me to the ball tomorrow?"

Ouch. 

Though his words weren't mean or harmful, it still felt like they stopped in my throat to choke me. 

"Draco...." I managed to gasp out. 

It felt like all of the air had left the room. 

Draco stared at me nervously, waiting for my response. 

"... if I didn't already have a date I would.   But, someone's already asked me."

Draco stood stiff as a board. 

"Who? Who are you going with?" Draco pressed. 

"Fred, Fred Weasley."

Draco's demeanor quickly changed from nervous to anger. 

"FRED WEASLEY!?" Draco yelled out in disbelief. 

I slowly nodded my head in response. 

Draco's face was dark red. 

His fists were balled so tight, that his knuckles had turned white. 

"You're going with that skint?!"

"Fred's a nice guy." I argued. 

"Yeah, so nice that he yells at you every time you talk! You're going with that skint?!"

"You're yelling at me right now, so that doesn't make you any better than him! I'm on the same level as the Weasley's, so does that make me a skint too, huh?" I stood my ground and yelled back. 

I was tired of being the little mouse in the corner, constantly being stepped on. 

I was finally going to fight back. 

"And you know what, Malfoy?" As I yelled, Draco stepped backwards a few steps, "next time, grow a pair and ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort, the night before the dance!"

I screamed so loud that my throat went raw. 

I didn't know what else to say, so I pushed past Draco and walked back to my room. 

I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. 

The anger and frustration that I had built up inside of me, finally exploded. 

I burst into tears. 

The worst kind, angry tears. 

"Are you alright?" Hermione gasped, as I entered our room. 

I flopped down on my bed, and wiped the tears from my eyes. 

"Yeah, just fucking pissed off."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione asked me. 

I swallowed my cries, and took a deep breath. 

"No," I turned to look at Hermione, "it's nothing against you, I just don't think you would get it."

"Maybe someday I will."

"Yeah, maybe...  I'll be alright, why don't you get some sleep.  We've got a big day tomorrow." I reassured her. 

Hermione nodded, and shut the light off. 

I laid awake for a while. 

Why does everything seem to go to shit all of a sudden?

When it rains, it pours I guess. 

Just when I think anything gets a little better, it gets a whole lot worse. 

To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing at all. 

I don't understand why Draco would ask me to the dance to begin with, me being muggle born and all. 

I was probably his last resort. 

It didn't make me feel any better. 

It just made me feel a hell of a lot worse.