It isn't your decision *D.M*

7. Bathroom

I arrive at Potions with puffy eyes, tears still running down my cheeks but I don't care. I don't care what the others think.

But then I see a familiar face in front of Potions waiting for me.

Adrian?

What is he doing here? He has History of Magic now.

"Izzy, where were you? Why are you crying? Did Flint do something?" He doesn't even let me answer him because he pulls me into a kiss.

Seriously? Right here in front of everyone? I like him, but before we make this official I expect a conversation about this. And then my mind plays me a prank again.

Malfoy.

He has to be here seeing me kissing Adrian. What does he have to think.

I pull out of Adrian's grip excuse myself and turn around. But I can't handle what I see.

Pansy Parkinson aka Pug face kissing somebody.

That somebody it's

Dra- Draco?

I have to go, get out of here.

I didn't expect witnessing Draco kiss someone to hurt me that much but my tears increase. Over my shoulder I see Draco pushing Parkinson away while I storm off to the Bathroom.

If he follows me now I'll freak out, what are his intentions. What is his god damn mission?

He didn't answer my question. The one of me being a bet too.

What If I were one? Or still am one?

A bet between the Quidditch boys. It would explain Flint and Adrian and the sudden mind change of Draco.

In the Bathroom I stand in front of the sink. I turn on the water and the ice cold water meets my hands. I let the water fill my hands which I formed to an bowl.

I splash the water into my face to wash my tears away.  A gasp escapes my lips caused by the coldness of the water. My eyes are closed and I feel my sore face again. 

All of a sudden I feel something on my shoulder. I turn around to face Draco.
Draco?

My hands meet his chest and I push him away

"What do you want?" I hiss at him

"Izzy? Why are you crying?"  Seriously? He has the audacity to ask me that.

"Oh shut up, it's none of your business Malfoy. I can't do this, it's just-just leave me alone"

this isn't what I wanted to say but I don't want to tell him in the face that he's the one causing me to cry.

He just stands there staring at me as if he wasn't sure what to say. A tight feeling begins to increase in my chest and my hands get sweaty. The longer he stares at me the tighter my chest gets. I can feel the air leaving my lungs, but my chest gets so tight that there is no space for new air. I get dizzy I want to say something to Draco but I can't, the words are stuck in my head. It's it him, it's the sudden closeness to a boy. Flint ruined me. Draco won't hurt me but I feel uncomfortable. I'm having a panic attack, again in front of  him.

"Isabel, please just let me help you. I'll leave when you're okay but for now let me help."

Draco steps closer and wraps his arms around me. His hand wanders to the back of  my head and presses me closer to his chest.

"Izzy you have to breathe, in and out. It's okay, tell me about it- uhm if you want to. But stop crying please."

I feel the air storming back into my lung. I get a headache from the previous lack of oxygen. Draco feels my breath getting sturdy again. He brings distance between our bodies and cups my face to lock eyes with me.