Darling, You're Mine

Destruction

TW: self degrading. you are perfectly made, and no guy defines you.

Draco was being really strange. He kept saying things like 'I love you so much' and 'i'm all yours.' It was normal for him to say, I love you, during sex, but not so much. Also, usually he wanted me to tell him I was his, not the other way around.

I laid in bed, and he wrapped his arms around my waist tight. He took every opportunity to kiss me anywhere he could get to quickest. They were hardly even sexual kisses, he would kiss my arms, my forehead, everywhere. He was being oddly affectionate.

"Draco is something wrong?" I asked concerned.

"The only thing that's wrong is I haven't kissed every inch of your body." He said as he kissed all over my stomach.

"Draco come on." I said pulling him up to eye level, where he immediately kissed my lips. "Draco stop, somethings wrong."

"Please just trust me, I don't wanna talk about it." He said looking exhausted. His eyes were bloodshot yet he had no tears, but I could see his dried ones. Had he been silently crying?

"Draco your eyes." I said lightly touching his under bags. "We need to talk about it-"

"No!" He yelled, taking me aback as I slowly slid out of his grasp. "Fuck don't move away from me May please." He pleaded desperately, but I didn't budge. "Please I can't lose you!"

"Well you're going to use me if you don't tell me what's going on!" I yelled back.

"Don't say that! Don't say I'll lose you under any circumstance!" God what was going on with him?

"Draco just tell me or-"

"I kissed Astoria!" His words rang like a siren, over, and over again. He was saying something else, but the only thing I could hear was those three words over, and over.

"Get out." I said sternly, interrupting whatever he was saying.

"God May please no." He was now crying once again, but I didn't care.

"Get the fuck out."

"Please!" He begged.

I stood up and opened the door for him. "Are you deaf? Do you need hand signals? Get. OUT!" How dare he let his lips touch me so many times after touching hers.

"I can't leave, please you can't leave." He got on his knees in front of me, and held on tight to my waist as he hugged me. For the first time, his touch disgusted me.

"Draco I swear to God I will scream. Get out!" I pushed him off me, and he landed outside of the door. "Leave." I slammed my door, leaving him outside alone.

Draco's Pov

I fucked up. God I fucked up so bad. I didn't have the strength to leave, but I didn't have the strength to keep listening to her screams from in her room.

"I'm disgusting! I'm disgusting! I'm disgusting!" She threw something at her wall after completing every sentence. "You unlovable whore!" That time, she threw something that shattered her mirror.

FUCK! I did this to her! She's not disgusting, she's the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on! She wasn't unlovable, because I loved her so much it physically hurts!

I was supposed to marry her, and I fucked it all up in the first round of a child's game. I gave one last pleading knock.

"AHHH!" She shrieked, throwing what sounded like a lamp at the door. I'd say that's my cue to leave.

As I walked down the stairs to their common room, I couldn't help but feel disgusted. Extremely disgusted. I had to destroy it. My tears blurred my vision, and I started to shove and throw everything that touched my fingertips. I was destructive. I destroyed the one thing that made me less miserable. I destroyed a perfectly good heart, that actually beat for me. I destroyed myself. May as well destroy a couple lamps.

As I sat in the middle of the destroyed room on my knees, I heard someone behind me cast a spell, and it all went back to normal. George Fucking Weasley.

"What the fuck Malfoy." He hissed.

"Piss off Weasel." I didn't have time for him to make matters worse.

"What the fuck did you do Malfoy? She's balling her eyes out, and won't unlock her door. There's fucking glass shards outside her door." Would he just shut the fuck up?

"Why were you trying to get into her room." Probably to take advantage of her.

"For fucks sake why do you care?! You aren't together-" That's it.

"Holy fuck! We've been together this whole time you GIT!" I let burst out of me.

"What? No you haven't, y-you- you-"

"Broke up? That's what we wanted people to think." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to look at him.

"I don't care." He said blankly.

"The fuck are you talking about?" I scoffed.

"I don't care. Either way, you certainly are now. You hurt her, and I'm gonna be there for her, because you don't fucking deserve her Malfoy." He turned on his heel, and left the room, probably to head towards hers. Meanwhile, I was left alone with a near finished cabinet that would tear me from her forever.

May's Pov

My room was shredded. Glass all over the floor, not a single thing intact. My sheets were ripped off and torn, as well as half my closet, but I didn't even care. I was broken, so now my room matched.

I could hear Draco crying outside my door for nearly an hour, but I didn't care. He deserved to cry, but I didn't. He would knock every once in a while, but eventually I began to throw things at the door, which is when I heard him leave.

"May?" There was another knock on the door, but it wasn't Draco's icy voice. It was warm. "Come on open the door for me please." I debated opening it, but wasn't sure. "I stepped on the glass out here, so you kind of owe me." God I was broken, and he still made me laugh.

"Come in George." I cast the opening spell.

"Wow." He looked around the room, but grew careless of walking on the glass once he saw me. George got on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, which honestly felt nice.

"George we need to talk-" I started.

"I know. Draco told me." God of course he did. If he can't have me no one can, classic Malfoy. "May
I don't care. I mean we were never even dating. Right now all I care about is you, so what did that git do to screw things up?"

"He kissed Astoria Greengrass." I huffed. I wasn't planning on sharing so much, but I desperately needed to talk.

"Fuck May I'm so sorry." He sighed.

"I don't even care." I heard the room magically get picked up until it was in perfect condition again.

"Your room said otherwise." He smirked.

"Shut up!" I nudged him playfully.

"It's okay to be hurt you know? I never saw it, and probably never will, but you love him. That's not going to be easy to get over." He sighed pulling me into another hug. I hated it. Not the hug, but hearing someone say out loud that 'it wouldn't be easy to get over.' Because that implied getting over it at all, which meant moving on, and as pathetic as it was, I didn't want to.