Not A Lover

4

  Devyn Shadows

The bathroom mirror on the wall was cracked, and what stared back at me was a stranger, someone I didn't know. My body was a canvas covered in bruises and scratches follow by a screaming headache, and possibly a concussion. My cheeks where tear stained. I was left with only a brief memory of what happened last night, but I did know one thing. I am never talking to Draco Malfoy again.

I pulled my long hair up into a ponytail in attempt to cover up the prominent hand mark that was stationed across my throat. I went to grab a makeup brush, but was taken back by the sharp pain that followed coming from my back. My whole body felt as if it was on fire. My mind was numb and I felt emotionless.

I reached for the drawer with the scissors. I hated going back to my old habits, at the time it felt like the only way to make me alive, but In the long run it was slowly killing me.

The scissors where held above my forearm ready to strike, the blue handle of the brand new scissors where asking to be used. I touched the blade of the scissors to check the sharpness. My fingers ran across the blade stripping it from the cleanses it possessed leaving a red material on my fingers.

Was that blood?

By the looks of it someone already beat me to my escape.

Draco Malfoy

I have a hundred thoughts about last night like the hundreds of bandage layers covering my forearm. Last nights memories where vivid. Was she alive? He last word to me lingered in my head having a bigger effect on me than it should.

No matter how hard I try to get ride of the mark it stays in its excessive place on my forearm, making a wave of pain and sadness wash over me each time I make contact with it. It is like a scar that I can never get rid of, every time I looked at it I see my fathers disapproving face.

"Mr Malfoy" I immediately snap out of my day dream to face a unamused Professor Snape standing above me with a parchment in his hand.

"Yes Professors" What did he want now? Him out of all people should understand what I am going through.

"Do you mind enlightening me on when your match Miss Shadows is?"

My head snaps to face the back of the classroom right where her seat is. It's empty.

" I don't know where she is professor, nor do I care"

"Well Mr Malfoy I'm sure you wouldn't mind joining her for detention then" Fuck.

What have I done, I was sure that I did not kill her.

Devyn Shadows

My feet dragged themselves on the Path to
Hogesmead. The breeze made my skin tingle and sent a euphoric feeling through my body. The trees where just now starting to change color. The pastel yellows and bright reds reminded me of my mother's room back home.

The tiny home run shops where lined up along the roads creating a path. Everything was so at ease, making me feel the same way.

My favorite place was always the book shop. Something about the musty smell of a brand new book made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

The interior of the tiny book shop was equipped was shelves and shelves of books with a ladder in the middle so you could reach the ones on then top shelf. My fingers ran across the spines of multiple old books books until I found one that spoke to me.

"The summer I turned pretty" is the book that I chose. The book had over 400 pages of a self absorbed dick falling for his bestfriend. I supposed the book would do considering that my love life was already down the drain years ago.

I dragged my feet over to the desk with the old man. "How much for this book"

" two galleons dear"

Damn that was an expensive book.

My hand falls into my dirty pocket to fish out the money to pay the man, my fingers vacuuming all around trying to find loose change.

I looked over to the boy waiting to buy his book after me, he had orange-red hair and was studying me from a distance before abruptly saying " I would like to pay for this young ladies book"

I looked up completely startled by what the boy said." No no it's ok I can pay myself" I quickly replied, so I could avoid any further conversation, the bruise on my neck making it painful to talk.

"It's ok I insist"

Before I could get anymore words out of my mouth
to complain the boy grabbed my book from my hand and placed it on the counter along with the two galleons I was suppose to pay.

The exchange of money went by in silence, until the boy handed me my book and made his way out of the bookshop.

I quickly followed him trying to get a last thank you in, thankfully he slowed down giving me a chance to say something.

"Ehh thank you for paying for my book" Oh my, I probably sounded so stupid.

" No worries darling, and who do I owe the pleasure to?"

Should I tell him my real name? What if he was a death eater just like Draco. My mind took a pause to think, finally deciding on the risky option.

"My name is Devyn Shadows" "You?"

"Fred Weasley"

I had always wanted to bring her flowers
But not like this,
Not to her grave
-M

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