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.


18. Surprises

•Amber's POV•

I woke up to arms around me. I only quickly remember what happened the day before. Me being forced into a marriage with Ashton. I pull away and go put on a jean shirt that covers half my stomach, jeans, mint green surpas, red beanie, curl my hair and do my makeup. Arms wrap around my waist. I sigh knowing it isn't Draco. Ashton leans his head on my shoulder. I inhale and pull away. I walk into the room and grab my wand, and iPhone. Ashton follows behind me. In just a pair of boxers. I go to make myself breakfast. But Ashton pulls me back. 

"I don't think so", he mumbles. 

"Why not?" 

"Because I haven't gotten a kiss." 

I smirk and kiss his cheek. Running out of the house. Knowing he wouldn't follow. But Jake picks me up carrying me back inside. I groan as I'm thrown onto the couch. He smirks down at me. Ashton finally comes down fully clothed. all except a shirt, showing off his abs. When he decides to sit on me. I cough. 

"Get off you weigh a ton! You lard!" 

They both laugh Ashton leans down to face level with me.

"kiss me first." 

I kiss his cheek. He pushes down harder and smirks. I give in and kiss him on the lips. He gets off and I intake breath. I sit up. My phone vibrates and I look to see who it is. 

Draco: I need to see you

Me: Ashton used Crucio on me last time I talked to you. I can't, Draco. I'm sorry. 

He didn't text back. I look down. Ashton looks at me and doesn't say a word. Him and Jake are just talking. Before I can think my wand and phone are being taken away. So are my shoes, and beanie. I look at Ashton before I can think I hear slap! I hit the bottom of the pool, and come up. 

"You're an asshole, Ashton!" 

He smirked, and shook my phone. 

"No! Ashton!"

I get out and chase him. But he goes through my messages. I'm screwed. His eyebrows crinkle and my phone is dropped on the table. He pulls me up and slams me back into the water. I resurface. Glaring at him. 

"You can't talk to him!", he growls.

"you don't fucking control me, Ashton!" 

He smirked at me, before I'm pulled to him and he removed my shirt. I gasp and cover myself. But he pulls my hands away, and pushes me into the wall. I lose my breath for a moment before he kisses my neck. I moan before biting my lip. He smirks and kisses lower. 

"No!", I yell and move away. 

"What?", he growls. 

"I'm not having sex with you! I'd rather die than be caught giving birth to your children!", I yell and push him aside. Grabbing my phone and wand. But he pulls me back, and forces me in a chair. 


Ropes tie around me and I groan. He smirks. I put my shirt back on quickly before the ropes went around my arms. When they did, Ashton only smirked at me. My phone vibrated. Ashton looked at it because he knew I couldn't answer it. He put it in my face. It was my mother. I smirked and told him to look himself. He frowned and had me call her. It ran as it was on speaker. Cause I knew he wouldn't untie me. 

"Yes, mother?" 

"Your father and I want to see you and Ashton." 

I smiled up at him. 

"Okay when? 

"An hour." 

Ashton on united me and I grabbed my phone and wand from him. He follows me out of the garden, as we start walking towards my parents home. Ashton holds my hand. Obviously showing my father he's a gentleman. Yeah right. We're there in a flash and I'm standing in front of my parents. Dad looks approvingly at us. I hate how he decided to choose who I get married to. I lean against the wall as they talk. Mother looks at me. Seeing I'm not happy. I play with my hair. Mother takes me out of the room to the porch swing. Her blonde hair swaying from side to side. She's picture perfect, and yet I'm here being an idiot. Making myself hideous. 

"Are you not happy?"

"he used a torture curse on me. He gets jealous way to easily. He can stay as far away from me as I want. But I'm not marrying him." 

"You have to Hun. It's next week." 


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