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war of hearts (pt. 2)

Summary: After the recent unfortunate events, Y/N and Draco work things out.

Warnings: a bit of angst, some fluff

House: Slytherin
Year: 5

A/N: a shit ton of y'all asked for this so I'm here to serve ig🙄💅

•••

As soon as you had made it up to your dorm, you slammed the door and slumped on your bed. You were consumed by a nagging combination of disappointment and betrayal. You refused to cry, though. Draco wasn't worth your tears right now.

You laid on your back, staring blankly up at the ceiling as you thought about everything that had just happened in the last hour. You honestly couldn't believe Draco had cheated on you. Throughout your relationship, he had constantly reassured you how much he loved you, so you had never thought he would go and do that.

He kissed Pansy.

Just the thought alone made you want to vomit. You couldn't get the image out of your head. It was engrained into your mind like the imprint of a leaf on concrete.

Your obsessive thoughts and profound feelings of disappointment had exhausted you, and you ended up sleeping through all your classes that day.

•••

After you had left Draco alone in the common room, he felt substantially hopeless. Not only that, but he had also developed an unruly amount of hatred for himself.

Why was he such a dumbass?

He should've talked to you about the rumors instead of just going straight to hurting you back.

Hurting you back for something you didn't even do.

All Draco wanted to do was make a clone of himself so he could beat the living shit out of himself. Even that would hurt less than what he was feeling right now.

But he didn't get to be hurt. He did this.

And he was going to do everything he could to make it up to you.

•••

The next day, Draco had a half-assed plan set in stone; he was going to find some way to talk to you and do everything he could to get you back.

He wasn't going to make any grand gestures or buy your love back with expensive gifts—nor was he going to make any pathetic excuses.

All he was planning to do was talk to you. And if you didn't take him back, he would be devastated, but he would eventually accept it. He knew what he did was awful, so he really didn't expect you to forgive him.

Currently, he was rather anxious about your well-being, seeing as you hadn't been in any of your classes yesterday. If anything had happened to you before he could even have the chance to apologize and make things right with you, he truly wouldn't know what to do with himself.

However, his mind was put to ease as soon as he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and saw you sitting at your usual spot next to Daphne at the Slytherin table.