“Malfoy, I can’t breathe…” Rosevine whispered harshly.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
“What?” Rosevine asked her face getting redder by the second.
“Tell me I win. Tell me you give in and you’ll do everything I say. Tell me I own you in return for your life.”
“Say it dammit! I don’t want to have to kill you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t!” he yelled in her face.
“You win,” she said causing him to release his grip slightly.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“Everything you say.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You.” He dropped his hands from her throat and Rosevine collapsed to the floor, deep in thought, and attempting to regain her breath. I didn’t blow it, I maintained my power surge. Rosevine thought proud of herself. Malfoy knelt in front of her and moved his hands to her throat again. Pretending to be the hopeless and afraid girl he thought she was, Rosevine pushed as far back into the wall as possible. Malfoy raised his wand and concealed the bruises on her throat.
“I can’t have people thinking that I’m abusive. A good slap across the face is a pureblood method, but strangling you is another thing,” he said. “Why don’t you go hop in the shower, and I’ll start to unpack.” Rosevine nodded, grabbed a towel, her bath gel, loufa, shampoo, conditioner, and her robe out of her trunk, and walked into the bathroom.
Hesitantly Rosevine turned on the shower, let it warm up, took off her clothes, and hopped in. As she suspected only moments later, Malfoy came in to the bathroom, still wearing his clothes, and started unpacking his bathroom things. She could see him staring at the reflection of her body through the shower door in the mirror. Instinctively she turned the heat up so the door would fog more. Surprisingly enough, after he finished unpacking his things, he left the bathroom, leaving Rosevine to finish her shower.
That was odd.
After finishing with her shower, Rosevine spell-dried her hair and slipped her robe on, throwing her dirty clothes into the deep purple laundry basket, matching the deep midnight blue and black décor of the bathroom. She walked back into the bedroom, feeling entirely too stupid for not bringing her pajamas into the bathroom with her to change. Noticing that Malfoy wasn’t in the bedroom, Rosevine assumed that he was in the sitting room and decided to grab her clothes quickly and try to sneak back into the bathroom.
Mission failed. she thought when he came strolling back into the bedroom with Pansy.
“Pansy stopped by wanting to see our new room, Rosevine. Wasn’t that thoughtful?” he asked moving over to Rosevine and putting his hand around her waist.
“Why are you wearing a robe?” Pansy asked, her voice laced with jealousy.
“Because I took a shower.”
“Then why is your hair dry”
“Because I, unlike you, actually care what I look like. So to avoid that frizzy, tangled mess you call hair, I dried it.” she said rummaging through her trunk to find her bra.
“You wanted this to happen. You seduced Draco, and so that my parents wouldn’t get mad, you made it look like you hated him, so that he would seem like the one that wanted you. You’re nothing but a lying whore.” Pansy argued.
“I hope you realize that the only reason you’re still alive is because I’m wearing a robe. If you ever accuse me of anything like that again, I swear, I will tear your pug face apart piece by piece, you filthy pureblood trash. I feel bad for the man that realized he’s left marrying you when all the other suitable purebloods are taken. Now get out!” Rosevine yelled pushing Pansy toward the door.
“Draco, are you going to let her talk to me that way?” Pansy asked.
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