Obliviate {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter 6

"What? Surprised to see me?" Draco asked, the corner of his lips curving into a smirk.

It took quite a long time for me to pull myself together enough to realize I was staring at him in complete and utter astonishment, and when I did, I didn't waste two seconds in recovering, my face quickly morphing to a forced annoyance.

"N-no" I stuttered, not knowing what to say. I hate that I have no control over my words right now, all because this prick is sitting two feet away from me. God, I truly despise that he still clearly has complete dominance over me and my emotions. After everything he's done to me, I can't seem to shake him. I loathe feeling this way. And now, given by the way my face just basically lit up at the sight of him, he's bound to be aware of the authority he still has in my life. I know, I just know, he will use his power against me if he ever finds out.

"You sure? You seemed quite surprised" Draco said, clearly taunting me, his lips still curved into a smirk. I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows at his behavior. I think this is the first time in weeks since I've seen him without a scowl on his face. He's been so angry lately, so upset, yet now he's suddenly his teasing self again? God, what is wrong with him?

"Yes, I'm sure. Now shut it, Harry's speaking" I glared at him, turning my head back towards the front as I tried my hardest to seem as if I'm annoyed by his sudden presence.

Yet, I'm not annoyed. I'm thrilled, relieved even...did I mention I hate myself for it?

I just can't seem to understand how I've grown so weak to the point where I can't even get over a boy who literally tried to ruin my life, who treated me like complete and utter shit for a whole month straight. Where has my self respect gone? I would've never, and I mean never, allowed myself to be played with and treated this way back in the beginning of the school year. I was strong, so strong. I knew my worth, I knew I was never to be disrespected, or made a mockery of. I was brave, vocal, and I stood my ground without a care in the world. And now here I am, feeling excited over the fact that Malfoy, the boy who broke my heart, showed up to the lessons today, something so simple, yet so stupid.

Not even a second after Felix opened his mouth, I was terrified Draco wouldn't show up. I felt a fear I truly didn't expect to experience over anyone other than my uncle. But it wasn't a fear towards Draco, no, it was a fear of his absence. All because I'm used to him coming to my rescue, even when we aren't in the best of terms, he always shows up when I need him. Always.

If I'm being honest with myself, it's the one thing that's kept me from fully breaking down over him. If he showed me he didn't care, then this whole break up would've hurt so much more. But that's the thing, isn't it? He's never stopped showing me he cares, even though sometimes he shows it in the worst way possible, I know him. I know his little taunts around the hallways were his way of trying to talk to me without making a fool out of himself. I've always known he cares about me ever since the very start of our...well whatever it was we had. And even after everything fell apart, he still showed me he cared for me.

That day of the thunderstorm, when we bumped into each other in the dark hallway and there was lighting and thunder everywhere. The moment I confused him with my uncle and flinched at his hand rising in the air, he immediately showed concern. He apologized, even tried to explain himself. And now when my uncle tried to kill me, he showed up to my rescue, clearly showing he cares.

So what if one day it stops? What if one day he really stops caring? What if one day he just doesn't show up?

I hadn't realized how terrified I am of that happening until now, and I couldn't help but let in a shaky breath as my wave of thoughts sank in, even sending goosebumps all over my body.