Dracos POV
Fuck, fuck fuck. He thought to himself.What the fuck WAS that? Why did I see that inside the key? Draco went to the once shattered mirror again and leaned his palms on the top of the dresser, edging forward to stare deep into his own eyes. He could see small marks littered across his face and neck, not nearly as prominent as the ones placed in unsuspecting areas. His father made sure of that. He sighed heavily and backed away, the memory he saw flashing before him haunting his thoughts. He turned his palms face up and stared at them, flashes of them around Pansy's neck excited him more than he liked to admit. Why was that a happy memory for me? He thought to himself. Why wasn't it any night with Demian?Instead, it was that night. The last night he let the rage overcome him, in the prefect bathroom with Pansy. Hovering on top of her, these hands he couldn't stop studying wrapped so perfectly against her soft skin, sucking the life from her. And he felt no guilt. The excitement of it all actually turned him on, he knew this. Thinking about her writhing under him, desperately looking for salvation as he watched in his superior strength and position this weak human crumbling.You did it for Demian. He tried to rationalize with his mind. But you enjoyed it so much more than you should have. And he did enjoy it. So much so that he pleasured himself to the thought of Pansys suffering before bed that evening. Maybe I am evil. He thought, guilt overcoming him as he went to bed, confusing thoughts of Demian shrouded his mind while he mindlessly stared at the dark mark adorning his skin for as long as he could before things went black.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Demians POVHe shut the door to Dracos dorm and headed back to his own room, countless emotions tormenting him during what seemed like the endless trek back to his own room. Why did he kick me out? He wondered to himself. He fumbled with the small key in his pocket, pulling it out and looking through it once more, only what he saw for the first time wasn't Draco. It was Higgs. A flash of their evening in the Hidden Garden was clear as day and he quickly took it away. The harsh words Draco spoke just earlier that day haunted him, Ill kill him. Dracos words echoed in his mind.I have to leave Higgs alone; I have to protect him. He finally entered his room and found it surprisingly empty. Even Silas was peacefully asleep perched in his windowsill taking a well-deserved catnap. Demian had always found the silence comforting, he carefully removed Silas from the windowsill and placed him on the bed, petting him several times until his eyes closed comfortably again before opening the window for a much-needed smoke. He fumbled with the lighter carelessly shaking and flicking it to no avail. He sighed audibly and pulled out his wand, recklessly using magic to light his cigarette like some sort of party trick with no audience before he heard a knock at the door. He sighed again, putting the cigarette in the windowsill before answering the door. Astoria stood before him, a smile on her face. "Well Hello there Demian, darling." Demian went to shut the door in her face, but she quickly ducked under him with her petite frame and entered anyways. "To what do I owe this fucking pleasure." Demian said as he annoyingly shut his door behind the two of them. Astoria just smiled at him, standing in the middle of his room her gaze shifted around, studying her surroundings. "Not what I expected at all, half-blood." she said, pointing to his window. "Hideous curtains by the way." Demian didn't even try to hide his dissatisfaction, he crossed his arms and spoke harshly, "What the fuck do you want?" "Oh come now, I just wanted to speak to you personally as it seems Pansy may have let it slip that I...well, let you slip." A small smirk broke out on her face. "Fuck you" He spat. "You're no fun Demian, I only did what anyone would do for the person they love. I have no doubt you would have done the same." "I am nothing like you." Demian chuckled lightly at the thought. "Oh, you're not? So, you wouldn't do anything to be with Draco?" He remained silent. "You do want to be with Draco, don't you?" He still chose to remain silent. "If it were me in the bleachers that day, and all you had to do was push me to gain your freedom, to have Draco for the rest of your life, to have Lucius accept you as one of his own, you wouldn't do it?" When Demian didn't respond she just put on that familiar smirk again, "Just know, that I would do anything to have Draco as mine. You might think I am some naive little girl, but if you took me back to that day, I would have pushed you all over again if it meant he would be mine. Just know that. You have an enemy in me, Demian. And if you want to win Draco, I suggest you re-evaluate how much you're willing to risk."And without even so much as an acknowledgment from Demian, she pushed past him and left. Confidently. Demian silently went to the window and picked the lighter up, this time it worked. He smoked slower than normal, watching the sun go down. Astorias words swirled around his head along with images of Higgs smiling through the blood-soaked pain for the rest of the night. He went to bed without dinner, the feeling of emptiness reminding him of a familiar battle with his depressive tendencies. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*The next day Demian woke up earlier than usual to a knock on his door. Peter and Mordred had come home at some point late last night, whatever festivities they reveled in didn't interest Demian, but it certainly made both of them sleep like a rock through all the knocking. He got up, opening the door but suspiciously there was no one there. He peered out into the hallway which had no one scattered about them yet. Curiously he looked down, no note. What the fuck was that then? He thought to himself. He threw on his clothes for the day and headed out to inspect the hallway. He felt around his neck for his protective necklace, but the raven had been casted off inside of Dracos room and he was saddened by this thought. He walked down the hallway, the common room was eerily silent, the fireplace casting shadows across the room in the early hours before the sun has had a chance to steal its talents away. He scanned the blue couches, walking slowly as he inspected every detail. But no one was there. The mystery ever elusive, down the hallway he heard the unmistakable sound of a door being opened down the hallway. Curiously, he walked back towards his room when he sees a shadowy figure exiting his own dorm. "Hey who the fuck are you!" He called out, but the person just lifted their hood and started running quickly down the hallway towards the exit. He started to chase them, but when he got to the end of the corridor and turned, they had completely vanished, leaving him confused and somewhat scared. He went back to his dorm where his friends were somehow still sleeping and roused them both awake. "You fucking idiots get up!" Peter lurched up out of his bed quickly while Mordred let out an exhausted groan, pulling the blanket up over his head. "What the fuck is going on mate, I'm tired." Mordred said, muffled from under the covers. "What's going on is I just saw someone snooping through our shit, they came in and out so quickly I didn't even have a chance to see who it was." "Where were you?" Peter said, still blinking a few times in an attempt to wake himself up more. "Someone knocked, when I answered the door no one was there so I thought I would see if there was anyone in the common room.""Why the fuck would you do that mate? Haven't you seen horror movies?" Peter said.Mordred laughed under the covers before replying, "Well I wasn't killed in my sleep by the home invader so I think I'll take that as a win and make sure the royal family jewels are still here after another 2 hours of sleep.", he said sarcastically. This time Peter laughed, and Demian tried not to smile, but even through his fears and worries he couldn't help it. "Alright well, if you guys see anything weird or notice anything missing, let me know." "Sure thing officer, I'll contact the station with the card you gave me." All of them laughed this time. Demian spent the next few early morning hours recounting for all of his things, but he couldn't find a single thing out of place. So, what were they after? He thought to himself. He watched the sunrise with Silas in his lap for a while before getting up dressing in his school robes for the day, eager to see if Draco was feeling any better. And maybe...if Higgs was okay.