Draco had woken up before me, as did everyone else I noticed after I sat up. I went to their bathroom and saw the purple bruises all over my face. There was a gash that went from one cheek to the other catching the bridge of my nose as well. I brushed my teeth and washed my face much to my dismay, then I went straight back into bed. That was all the energy I had today. I curled into myself ready to fall back asleep - always grateful that the lake stops the sun shining through, keeping the rooms dark - but then Draco and Mat walked in. 

"Dav, you up?" Mat asked. 

"No," I replied. He came over and lifted the duvet off my face.

"Good morning. Breakfast is ending soon, but we didn't think you'd want to eat, regardless if we forced it down your throat. You up for classes?" He asked, optimistically. 

"I don't know." I sat up to face them, "actually yes, nothing that major happened, I am going on with life." They both looked confused and Mat spoke in disbelief but agreed, too afraid to ask if I'm lying.

"Well, yes, but we- I was talking about the giant gash on your face." 

"You aren't okay, I'm not pretending. You look like you haven't slept in 2 weeks and despite there being bruises on your face, there's no colour in your skin." Draco finally spoke, but continued to stare at the ground. 

"I will be okay, that's my point. Plus I want to see Michael, I should see him."

"You're going to tell him?" Mat asked and they both looked at me, baffled.

"Well, he doesn't need to know all the gory details but he does need to know why there's a giant gash on my face as you kindly put it."

"What are you going to tell him then, that your father hit you. Then you have to mention why he did that."

"Draco, I don't know, I'll decide when I get there." I deep breathed then I got out of his bed. I turned and got my dress then I took off his jumper leaving me in my bra, and I put the dress over my head. I took off his joggers and my tights were still on, so I just slipped on my boots and turned to face them.

"I'm dressed now, you guys can turn around." 

"Do you know where he is?"

"I'll find him, and I'm good. I am also taking this, because its cold and I can't be bothered going to my dorm." I put his jumper back on and over my dress leaving my jacket. Then I left them. They were right, I am glass. It felt like that just now, that I'm weak.

I hurried down the stairs and headed out of the common room following our corridor. As I turned a corner I bumped into Michael.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was wondering where you were, and if you were okay." I looked up at him now and he saw my face. His eyes widened.

"Let's just get you out of here and then I'll tell you," I said not wanting to bump into any Slytherins. 

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"You're dad hit you?"

"Yeah, he slapped me and then he got his cane." I was sitting on the edge of his bed and he was pacing.

"Why?"

"It's a long story." He nodded and came and sat next to me.

"Go on then." I paused and looked at him for a moment. Then I decided I'll just tell him everything, I don't need to be a closed book. 

"When I was young, he was really strict. I had to be perfect at all times, my clothes, my room, my talking, my facial expressions, everything needed to be perfect. Well, up to his standards at least. When I got older it was harder for me to be perfect. My mum through all of this would just smile and stand back. I had turned 10 and that's when he started to slap me whenever I went outside of his box that I was meant to stay in.

"He would yell in my face and call me worthless and a disappointment, and many other things. After my first few years at Hogwarts I started to talk back. I would disagree and stand up for myself but he would just hurt me more."

I kept my head down, not making eye contact with him. 

"One day, I woke up early and packed a bag full of clothes and my things and I walked across the street to the Malfoy's. I left my bags at the door and then I climbed the house up to Draco's window." The memory made me smile, "even though I woke him up he let me in and he said I could live with him from then on. I didn't talk to my parents for a while, well until yesterday. Just my father though, apparently my Mother died and he didn't think to tell me. He also used his cane on me yesterday. He didn't even recognise me at first, how crazy is that."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it's um pretty crazy," I said again.

"Davina, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's fine, majority of pureblood families go through stuff like this and much worse. Most of the Slytherin purebloods anyway, I wouldn't know about anyone else."

"So yesterday, when you came back, why didn't you come to me?"

"I was already with Draco, so when he cleaned my cut and everything I was tired and I fell asleep. Draco came into bed after a while and I didn't know what time it was."

"You uh, you slept with Draco?"

"Yeah, I have heaps of times." He widened his eyes for a moment.

"You could've just come into my bed, I wouldn't have minded."

"It's fine Michael, Draco and I are practically family, although not to our parents' liking."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the reason I went to my dad in the first place was to ask him about this marriage agreement they made for Draco and I."

"You're meant to marry Draco?"

"I know, it's crazy, so I told my father that it will never happen."

"Davina, I'm here you know. I could've fixed your scars and helped you to bed, I could've lent you my jumper," he said looking at Draco's jumper that I was currently wearing. I was shocked that this is what he decided to talk about. I didn't know this would make him jealous. 

"I know. I'm sorry, you've missed some of your first class. I'm not gonna go to classes today so I'll see you at dinner."

"No, I can skip my first class, and you can stay here for the day if you want."

"Okay, you don't have to."

"No, it's okay. Here, come." He leaned us back on his bed and I cuddled into him. I leaned up and he got the message, so he leaned down and we kissed briefly. I put my head back down and clutched onto his robes, thinking about my father. 

"I'm sorry about your mum."

"It's okay, I haven't spoken to her in 2 years, well technically I haven't had an actual conversation with her for 16 years and before that, well, I didn't exist yet."

"Still."

"Yeah, thank you."

"Can you please come to me next time. That's what I'm here for."

"I will. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's just, you smell different now." 

"Bad?" I asked, confused. 

"No, just different." I realised he was talking about the jumper, I hadn't noticed I smelt different because Draco's smell is so familiar to me. I got up and took it off, then I went to his drawers and grabbed his jumper. As I got back into bed next to him, he smiled.

"Better."

"You didn't have to do that." I kissed him softly and he had put his hand on my cheek. I winced and pulled back, grabbing his hand with mine.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I promise." As I laid back down, we both fell asleep.

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My eyes shot opened and I caught my breath back. I had a dream about my father, and I couldn't breath. I looked around and realised I was alone.

"Michael? Are you there? Michael?" He came out of the bathroom and I exhaled with relief.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" He asked and he came and sat on the edge of the bed and held my hand. 

"Nothing. What's the time?"

"It's around 4:30."

"We slept for that long?"

"You did."

"Oh, you didn't stay?"

"Of course I stayed, I let you use me as your pillow while you slept." I couldn't imagine lying down for hours, doing nothing. I don't know why it is so hard for my brain to comprehend that he cares about me. 

"Thank you," I said and kissed him. "I should head to the dungeons before dinner, just so the guys know I'm alive and well." 

"Oh, okay." I stood up.

"I'll come back, I'll sleep here too, if you don't mind." I knew he didn't mind at all and his face showed that.

"Anytime." I kissed him, with more passion. He pulled me in by my waist, and he got really passionate. I stopped and he moaned to keep going and I chuckled. 

"Please come back," he begged and he kissed me once more as I snuck out of his grasp and went to the door. I made sure I grabbed Draco's jumper on my way out. 

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I went straight up to his dorm to give his jumper back and Mat opened the door. It was funny that he'd always be the one to open the door. It was because he could creep off people they didn't like.

"Oh, she's back. Finally, I didn't knew he took that long."

"Oh shut up, we didn't do anything like that." He chuckled and jumped back on his bed. 

"So, did you tell him everything?" Draco asked, lifting his head from doing homework. 

"Yeah, pretty much." He nodded and looked down at his work but didn't do anything.

"You missed classes today so I got your homework."

"Thanks. I came to give you your jumper back and to get my jacket."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine." I walked towards the door, "also, after dinner I'm going to Michaels."

"You're gonna stay the night?"

"Yeah, so I'll see you tomorrow morning." They both had nodded and I left to shower. 

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I dried myself and was now staring in the mirror. How was I supposed to cover the freakin scar. I could use vulnera sanentur but that healing charm needed dittany to prevent permanent scars, and we're talking about my face here. Plus I don't have any dittany and the only place that I could get it is Snape's stash but I know, from experience, that that is definitely not an option. Anymore at least.

I ended up dressing in leggings and a hoodie to cover my face and as I walked into the hall I went in behind people and I was staring at the ground. However, it didn't work in my favour because I bumped into someone. Great, it was Goldstein. 

"Oh, Claire," he said in that smug, egotistical tone. I gave him a fake smile and attempted to escape, but he stopped me. "What's up with your face, are you and Michael uh kinky in the bedroom?" A few other Ravenclaws near him laughed and then they jumped as someone slammed their hand on the table. Everyone turned to see who it was. Michael then got up after causing the abrupt noise and walked over and stood in front of me. 

"Oof, just a bit sensitive there are we? Did I step over the line there mate?"

"Be quiet you tosser."

"Excuse me." Baffled, he glared around and everyone looked back at their food, and he then stepped towards Michael as if they were about to throw hands. "I was joking around, chill out."

"That's fine, just don't speak to Davina like that."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't test me and find out." Anthony chuckled and then switched his gaze onto me. He smirked. 

"Fine, I won't make jokes," he paused for a moment and continued, although he shouldn't have, "Davina, I think you should wear your school skirt more often because it makes me want to see what's underneath." Shit. 

"Alright that's it." Michael was fuming and Anthony proudly put his hands up in protest.

"What, I can't complement her either?" He joked, and Michael lifted his right hand that was balled into a fist and aimed it forcefully towards Anthony's face. But Anthony ducked last minute and aimed his punch towards Michael. Unfortunately Michael ducked also and the punch landed on my, already scarred face. 

I fell to the floor but as I was still the entire room was swirling around and my head felt like a ton of bricks and air at the same time. Multiple blurry faces were close to mine and I knew they were hoping for a response but my eyes shut themselves.