time is the most valuable thing one could spend.
Y/N's decisions result in pure torture. The way she sees it, all the situation needs is time, but time isn't on her side. The longer spent in this daydream, the more time she wastes. In the end will...
I slammed my door shut, bursting in tears. The realisation hit me. I kissed him. I had kissed Blaise Zabini willingly. I had sworn I would never like one of my peers, but how come when I thought of him my heart started to pick up pace. How come whenever I think about his lips touching mine a light moan comes out. How come-
Light knocking had interrupted my train of thought. Lifting myself up, I gingerly walk towards the door, opening it just a crack to be met with chocolate brown eyes. His chocolate brown eyes. A slight cough come out from his lips, snapping my attention towards him he had started talking.
"I was thinking about the kiss, I actually can't stop thinking about the kiss-."
His lips had continued to move, the things I would do to those lips if I was able to. And apparently, I was. A few seconds later I had realised I was moulding my lips with his, again. He pulled away. He pulled away!
"Look, it's obvious I like you, and I don't want to deny it but Draco would kill both of us if he knew what was going on-."
He already knows.
"So, my point is that we should be friends at the least, mutuals. What do you say?"
Me. My opinion. My breathing had turned into short harsh drags of breath, I knew I should agree.
"Friends is good, I don't really have any so I would appreciate it."
"Good, I'll see you tomorrow y/n"
Oh god what will I do, Draco is bound to make life hell for me but at least I've got an ally. I decided this was better as a morning topic. So I brushed my teeth and tucked myself into my warm fuzzy sheets.
DRACO'S POV
Fuck. I need to talk to her. Quidditch hadn't improved my situation. Actually it had done the opposite. Seeing Blaise flying around as if nothing had happened made my blood boil. I need to talk to her.
Making my way towards her dorm after practise, I had heard a soft voice. Blaise's voice. What was he doing here, quickly turning around the corner I saw them. Lips locked. I couldn't take it so I rushed back to my room and turned on a cold shower. What was I going to do.
Y/N POV
Letting out a long yawn, I looked towards my clock. 7:15. Just in time for breakfast. I grabbed my school uniform and quickly got dressed, heading down towards the grand hall as I pulled on my jumper.
Yum, pancakes. I sat myself down at the edge of the Slytherin table making sure no one notices me. Or so I thought. A persistent tapping was occurring on my shoulder, deciding it would be worse to ignore it I turned around. Much to my surprise I was being met with those beautiful eyes. They had stared right back at me until his pink lips had started moving. Focusing my attention to what he was saying I quickly realised I was invited to sit with his group. The Slytherin 7. They were the so called 'leaders' of the school. But in reality, everyone knows they're stuck up bitches using daddy's money.
Before I knew what was happening, he dragged me by arm, pulling me towards their table. I could feel thousands of burning stares on me, making me shiver. Soon we had arrived, looking towards Draco I had hoped to see the usual resentment in his eyes but all I could capture was disappointment, loneliness. It was terrifying.
Taking a seat besides me, Blaise had pushed me down to the table and started introducing everyone. As if I didn't know who they were. There was 7 of them in total:
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