Who I'm Not (Draco Malfoy AU)

"Who are you really, Malfoy?", I asked making sure he knew my puzzlement.

He's constantly calling everyone mud bloods. What the hell are mud bloods? His blue eyes pierced my brown ones. His blonde hair in a mess.

"You don't need to know, Amber."

"If you care about me you'll tell me!"

Malfoy pushed me back to a wall. His blue eyes turning a deep ocean blue. With his hands placed above my head.

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5. Her Innocence was taken away

•Malfoy's POV•

What was I thinking? Letting her be a Death Eater? She sat there lying in my arms asleep, it's Saturday. She has on jean leggings, black skirt, and a white tank top. Her hair was wavy. Everyone was out doing Quitich practice, or hanging outside Hogwarts. But Amber felt sick, and I didn't want her being alone. She looks terrible. But I don't seem to mind. 

Her eyes open and she coughs. 

"You can go, Malfoy. I can handle myself." 

"I don't care, I'm staying with you." 

She smiles and shakes her head as we lay in the common room. I wish I could make her feel better. But I can't. She cuddles close to me. The door opened to the Common Room, in walked Blaise, Goyle, and Pansy. They came back with stuff to make her feel better. Pansy looks sorry that Amber is sick. She hands me things. I only hope she can get better. 

•••

"Malfoy just faces it, she's not fit to be a Death Eater", Pansy says, pressing herself on me. 

I've fallen for that before. I'm not letting Pansy ruin this. 

"leave me alone, Pansy." 

She huffs but leaves as Amber wakes up. God, she looks terrible. But I don't stop her as she looks at me. Her brown eyes are dull. She sighs and looks at the stuff in my hands. She takes my hand and smiles. 

"I feel fine. I promise." 

I nod and she gets up, walking towards the fire. She sat down, I heard the quiet sobs. No one knows who her parents are, not even Dumbledore. She just sits there crying. I walk over and hug her. She just cries, I don't know the pain of it. But it breaks my heart watching her cry. The one person who I could think be related to her, is Potter. But, what if I'm wrong?

"who am I?", she asks. 

I didn't know. But I got her up and pushed her to get ready. Wanting to talk to Snape. Or someone. Maybe Lord Voldemort knows. She puts on makeup, and brushes trough her hair. I take her hand as we head to my house. That's the one place I know he'll be. The halls were eerily quiet. I just remember the day Ginny Weasley opened the Chamber of Secrets. When Lord Voldemort- or Tom Riddle came back. She was dying, and he didn't care. But Potter went and saved her. Killing his memory from his diary. I hated the thought of that. We hurried to catch the next train to London. It isn't that far of a ride. We can easily transport ourselves back to Hogwarts. 

•••
"Stay here, Amber." 

She did as I went to find Father and Voldemort. I hated the thought but at the time. No one occupies my room. That's when I saw them, talking about the war they're starting. 

"Young, Draco. What brings you here?", he asks so politely. 

But he knew I could see through his act. 

"I'm trying to figure out who Amber's parents are." 

"Isn't it obvious who her brother is?"

I shook my head, and he only laughed. Father walked away, mumbling how much of an idiot I am.

"Harry Potter is her brother. She's a Potter in Slytherin."

"Okay."

I walked away toward her, she was sitting there. Looking off. Before I could speak Voldemort's snake came out. I heard her speak to it, and it slithered away. She's a parselmouth, I helped her up. 

"So?" 

"You're brother is Potter." 

She stared at me as we walked out. It was obvious she didn't want to believe it. Hell, I don't want to believe it. 

•Amber's POV•

I sat against the wall, Snape sent me out cause I snapped on him and Blaise. Soon he walked out and looked at me. I knew I'd get detention, but no. 

"Go back to your dorm, Ms. Plymouth." 

I nod and make my way there. Why? I sigh and look at the walls. Harry potter is my brother? Why can't I just have never asked? Sure, me and Harry are good friends. But I never thought that I'd be related to the most famous boy of all time. I hate it. My parents lied to me my whole life. But Harry told me what it was like with him living with his Aunt and Uncle. I looked as the ghosts passing throughout the halls. I make my way into the dungeon of our house. I fall on the couch, not bothering to look away from the pictures. How could my brother and I be on separate houses, and I'm working as a Death Eater.

I sigh, it's just horrid. I cover my eyes. It sucks knowing who I really am. And I don't know how I'm gonna deal with it. Malfoy walked in, looking at me. Quickly I looked away, unable to face him. I feel warm arms wrap  around me. 

"Never knew you had that much anger, Amber." 

"Try living my life." 

We just sit there. In a silence. It's nice, being able to talk to him. Not worrying about him judging me. That I can live with having him, and not caring what others thonk of us. But I know it won't last forever. No one was due back for another two hours. He played with my hair, making me giggle. God, why am I like this. I admit. Draco Malfoy makes me feel special. Even different. Because he understands what it's like to be an outcast. He kisses the back of my head. It didn't feel rushed. It felt like we could sit here forever not caring how people saw us. But when he's with his friends. He's rude to me. Acts like its nothing that we're dating. But he's so afraid he'll lose me. That I'll leave him, and never talk to him again. But I can't do that to him. He's helped me find out who I really am. It's amazing. I don't move at all. Comfortable with the way we are at the moment. 

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