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Draco POV_____________

I lost it. I completely lost my control. It wasn't supposed to happen, because now I'm left wanting more.

Chloés owl mixed up the rooms and delivered her letters to my window. So I went to her room, irritated that she can't even train her own owl. But I found out the door to her room was slightly opened. She probably forgot to close it after she stormed on me, I thought.

I walked into her room and threw the letter on the desk. This place looks just like mine, but she rearranged some furniture. The whole room smells like her, I want to stay here for a little longer, but I have to leave.

I was walking to the door, when I heard footsteps coming closer. Oh no. I couldn't get out now, because Chloé walked in, smelling like the Broomsticks - a mixture of butterbeer and cigarettes. She didn't notice me, tipsy walked to the wardrobe and started to undress herself.

I can't find words to describe how beautiful she is.

I shouldn't be doing this, but she's giving me no choice.

Soon she was wearing only her black lace fucking sexy underwear. It was a little see-through, giving me a perfect view on her ass.I was fighting the urge to smack it.

I slowly walked closer to her, paying attention to not make any sound. And then it happened. I just couldn't resist, she took fully control over me.

I got even more passionate when she started kissing me back. She's like a drug. I don't think I'll ever get enough of her.

"Just fuck me already..." she whispered to my ear and gently stroke my neck. Every time she touches my skin, I feel not thousands, but millions of butterflies flying around in my stomach.

But I couldn't. She was drunk and I didn't want to take advantage of her.

So I left before I could change my mind.

Chloé POV____________

I woke up to cloudy morning. It's gloomy day outside, and the fog is only adding to it. The windows in my room must have some holes in them, because I'm shivering in cold, even when I'm covered with a fluffy blanket.

I probably look like a mess. I am still wearing the same black underwear as yesterday. The one Draco kissed me in, or I kissed him? I don't remember who did it first. It would be much better if no one did it at all. It was stupid and reckless.

I knew it's going to be a rough day, and my starting migraine is only proving it. I had 6 classes and 2 of them were Potions with Snape. I was really starting to like that subject and not because Snape was hot. I was good at it. Girls from Beauxbatons may come off as just classy and elegant little birds, but when it comes to magic and knowledge, it's us who know it all.

As I was walking through the hall, I've noticed some people, mostly girls, gave me a weird look. A disgusted look like I've done something terrible.

I didn't want to bother with that, so I just continued my day without worrying about it.

I arrived to Transfiguration class as the last one, because I've had trouble memorizing a way there. When I walked in, everyone turned to me and pinned me with their looks. What the fuck.

A few more hours passed and people were already laughing and pointing fingers at me like I wasn't even there. I feel really confused and angry.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!" My tolerance cracked and I shouted at some 5th year girls that were just laughing right into my face. These kids have no matters.

Their faces froze and immediately walked away, giggling.

"Chloé!"

It was George and Fred. They are both waking towards me in the middle of a long hall with big windows and stone benches underneath them.

"Chloé wait..."

"What the fuck is going on? What did I do?" I questioned them nervously. Everyone is looking at us, so Fred pulled me behind the corner by a window.

"You're not gonna like this..." started Fred.

"Don't freak out, okay?"

They're whispering and their faces aren't happy as always. I could sense some tension and nervousness.

"Just tell me already!"

"Pansy, Draco's girlfriend, started a rumor that you are a..."

"That you are a slut."

"What?!" I gasped my mouth.

How is it possible to be a slut if you've never really fucked?

"But then as the rumor was rumored, it changed...Bloody hell, you tell her Fred." Said George with an awkwardness in his voice.

"Everyone thinks that us three had a threesome."

I couldn't believe my ears. Draco had a girlfriend?

"But Draco doesn't have a girlfriend..." I mumbled and folded my arms.

"What? We just told you we had a threesome and you only care about Draco having a girlfriend?" Fred looked at me unbelievably.

"But he doesn't!" I repeated.

"So, you wouldn't mind if we had a threesome?"asked Fred and laughed.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

I mean, Paris is my favorite city, but I've never really looked at them that way. They both are very handsome and kind to me...but they're not my type.

"Whatever. The thing is, Luna gave me a very bad look this morning. Do you think she's heard it?" Asked George uneasy.

I stopped listening to them because I needed to think. Draco can't have a girlfriend. And definitely not Pansy. She's not his type.

Pansy. Fucking Pansy! I literally haven't even spoken to her! Why would she say things like that about me?!

It hurt me. I don't like when people think things about me that are not true. And what's worse, I can't prove them right. They wouldn't listen to me, because people like to believe in big fat lies.

But fuck other people. What about Draco? I'm scared he's never gonna talk to me again. And why do I suddenly care about what he thinks about me?

Fred tapped my shoulder and pointed to someone in the hall.

Pansy!

She confidently walked by me and gave me a smile that said 'I won'.

I lost it.

"You fucking bitch!" A scream left my mouth.

Mobiliarbus, I said and pointed my wand at her. Her body immediately lifted to the air. She screamed and kicked her legs. I waved my wand to the sides, so she hits herself on hard stone walls. No mercy for this bitch. She deserves it.

"Stop it!" She screamed in agony.

Suddenly, the hall filled with students. They are all looking at us and shouting. But nobody is stopping me. Not even the Twins.

Without any further hesitation, I said relacio. Her body fell to the ground with a loud sound. It was a hard fall. Madame Maxime would be definitely proud of my work.

Suddenly, someone's hands grabbed me and pulled me back. It was Draco.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed at him, still full of adrenaline from the situation. I could avada kedavra that bitch.

I headed to girls abandoned bathroom and shut the door.

Thank god, no one is here.

I sat on the wet floor and leaned against the cold stone wall behind me. My breath is so heavy, my head was about to explode. The amount of magic I've just used made me tired and weak.

I've had anger issues since Fleur died and I don't know if I'll ever get over it. She was my everything, my sister, my best friend, my second mom...and now she's gone.

Suddenly, my eyes started to water. I hate crying, but there was no way I could stop it.

I hate this school.

After a few minutes, I heard loud footsteps coming towards me. I knew who it is. Deep down, I knew he would come.

"You're in a big trouble. Using spells on other students...that can get you expelled." He said and kneeled down closer to me.

"I don't fucking care! I want to get out of this stupid place, anyway. Just leave me alone! Go!" I screamed with my eyes full of tears.

He was quiet for a few seconds, examining my face.

"Did you sleep with them?" He asked without looking at me.

"What?"

"You heard me! Did you fucking sleep with them? Is it true?" He raised his voice to the point where it's resonating in my ears.

Then he looked at me with a disgusted face.

"It's none of your business! Just go away! Go find your stupid girlfriend!"

"I don't have one and you know it." He said calmly and gently grabbed my face. "I'm gonna ask you one more time...did you sleep with the goddamn Weasleys?"

"And what if I did?"

What the fuck is his problem? Why would he care who I sleep with?

Before I knew it, his cold palm slapped my cheek, leaving behind a stinging pain. His silver ring hit my face so hard, it scratched my skin and I felt blood running down my cheek and chin. I staggered backwards, clutching my face.

He just fucking slapped you.

"I- I didn-" he stuttered while looking at me with a scared face. Oh, he suddenly regrets it.

Slap him back, said the voice in my head. I really did want to, but he's so angry right now and I'm scared he'd to worse than just another slap.

"I will never talk to you again! Get the fuck out!" I screamed with my whole throat. I'm sure if anyone was outside the bathroom, they heard it.

He stood up and walked away without any more words.