Till Death Do Us Apart
Raven urges, her heart slowly pounding.
What was Draco even doing at the party yesterday? It was a party for only alumni, their families, students, elites and distinguished members of the community, most of whom contribute to the school fund.
“I don’t know. He only made me watch over you and now that you are awake, you gotta leave,” the lady pulls the blanket off Raven’s body, her tone of voice and demeanour every bit hostile.
“No, no, no. I have to see Draco, please,” Raven replies with desperation, sitting up hurriedly. “Fuck,” she winces, grabbing her ribs and finding them a bit swollen. She purses her lips tightly, trying to stifle the pain.
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