Plot; Draco Malfoy

Chapter 3 - Unspoken

TW SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Draco Lucius Malfoy

-----just a few minutes prior to Brianna walking out-----

Those eyes of her were driving me crazy.

They made me want to do nothing else than look into them.

Her hands, so soft and gentle.

They made me want to hold them and never let go.

Her lips, oh, dear Merlin. Her lips.

They made me want to kiss them until I lose my breath.

She made me feel a certain way.

I felt like I could tell her anything, and I know I would trust her deep down. She made me want to rant to her about all my problems, reveal all of my emotions.

And to be honest, it scared me, terrified me, even. I've never felt like this about anyone. I mean, I should hate her; she made earning the Dark Lord's trust so much harder.

She put my life on the line, my family's life and safety, but how could my judgment be so unfair?

How can I be mad at her when it's not even her fault?

I shouldn't blame her for the fact that I'm just such a fuck up.

How was I supposed to hate her when she made me feel that way?

Another reason to hate her was that I loved her, and even if I hadn't realized that then, I loved her; then and still do now and will do so forever.

I was completely and utterly lost at that time.

I didn't know what I wanted, what my goal was, what I desired, what I hated, what I loved, what I felt.

Her presence brought me peace, but then at the same time, it enraged me. I hated being close to her but loved the touch of her hand, her lips, her skin. My mind told me one thing, but my heart told me differently, and that drove me crazy.

She drove me crazy.

She had to leave before I said something I wasn't ready to admit.

I had to act as I despised her.

Brianna Avis Larch

-----the next morning-----

  -----brianna's dorm-----

I woke up to rattling at my window, a gray eagle owl, hitting its beak against my window frame.

Wait, no, it can't be... Clover?

Draco's owl, Clover, what was she doing here?

I got up from my bed groggily and went over to open the window, "What do you have for me there, Clover?" I said as the bird fluttered her wings at the sight of me. I untied the letter from the string tangled onto Clover's leg,

For Candy, from the Slytherin Prince.

I opened the envelope, breaking the wax seal stamped onto it. I pulled out the parchment and read the words scribbled down with dark green, almost black ink.

                     Candy,

I'm sorry for being a dick earlier.

I was just tired and stressed out,