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he chuckled, ruffling my hair with his fingers. "Keep this up, and I'll break your legs", I threatened, a giggle forcing its way out my lips. There was a part of me that always sought Draco’s approval and I hated it. I hated him. "Stop it!" I demanded, pouting; but my words fell on deaf ears. My breathing became shallow and laboured; suddenly, the amusement I felt was replaced by panic and the bitter notes of anger crawled up my throat. Without thinking, my balled-up fists shot forward, landing a swift punch to his tummy. "Ugh," he groaned, his grip loosening just enough for me to pull away.

I whispered by squeezing my nose with my left hand and tried hard to keep all juice of my stomach that were itching to come out. “Be careful…” Draco said and carefully touched a bloody way with his hand, a sticky blood appeared in his hand but fortunately he was having cinnabar powered on his hand because of which there was no direct contact of blood on Draco skin. I was about to reply Draco when suddenly, a fetid wind rushed to me from side, I quickly turned my head and saw an old hunchback women standing beside me, she was entirely drenched in blood from head to toe however before I had any time to see her feature or react she laid a hard punch on side on my face.