Charming (Draco x OC)

You Trust Me, Dont You?

"Dear Elena,

Being honest with you, I don't really know where to begin with this letter. I remember telling you I was a jerk sometimes back in the kitchens one night - although I don't think you ever believed me until I shouted at you at the party. I wish you wouldn't look at me like that, I hate to think I have made you sad.

I shouldn't have smashed that glass - I know that now. I wish I could blame it on the alcohol, but I think that was just myself and my anger - not anything I drank. I can be nice sometimes, I promise. Don't leave me already, don't let some stupid arguement ruin us so early on. I'll make it up to you, I promise.

I don't want you put in the middle of this argueing, I hope you realise I said what I said because Im taking care of you - I think every man should do that for his girlfriend. I don't understand why you keep hanging around them - what do they offer we don't? It's not just me, you would have Blaise and Pansy too. I just hope you don't get dragged into the allure of the silly title "the chosen one". They only protect their own little impenetrable trio - they won't take you in the way we will. The way we already have.

You trust me, don't you?

- Draco Malfoy."

I sighed and tosses the letter onto my bed. I had met a girl once at Beauxbatons, she was a few years older than me and we never spoke much. She had sat down near me late at night in the common room, slumping into the coach. She noticed me, only a second year reading by the fire. It was late, and the room was silent besides the soft crackle of the fire.

"What are you doing up so late?" She asked curiously. I recognised her quickly - Inés was quite popular as a result of both being pretty and genuinely kind especially to us first and second years.

"Reading." I answered awkwardly, always nervous when talking to kids older than me. She nodded and sighed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asked.

"No." She chuckled softly at my response.

"Good. Never get one." She replied. I wasn't sure what she meant, but all I knew is she seemed tired.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked. She hummed and nodded.

"Gabriel, in fifth year? You probably don't know him." I did actually know him, he was quite well known in school - also very popular because he was very good at quidditch and seemed to be friends with all the teachers based on how casually he spoke to them at dinner.

"Do you not like him?" I asked.

"I like him. The problem is that I love him - I fall in love too easily." She told me. I didn't know why she was telling me this. She continued "The problem with guys like that - who everyone seems to like - is that they seem so perfect on the outside but they are so different alone. And the worst part is nobody will ever believe you." She half whispered and appeared as if she was falling asleep. I stood and picked up a blanket to lay over her - incase the fire went out. As I came over with it she said.

"It's okay, thank you. I think I'm going to go for a smoke." She declined the blanket and sat up, stretching with her eyes still closed. As she left the common room she still gave the impression she was half awake - sleepwalking out into the dark hallway.

I don't know why she came to mind in this moment, as I sat on my bed back at home for the holidays. I looked at Dracos letter sprawled out on my bed.

I knew how Harry, Ron and Hermione all saw Draco - this heartless monster they believed only existed to torment them. Draco hardly seemed perfect on the outside - I can't imagine it would be hard to have people believe me if he ever did anything wrong to me. Perhaps that's why I had been so careful about what I said in my dorm room - how I chose not to mention the arguement between the two of us. Perhaps it is better he's not one of those clean cut overly nice Mr Perfects. Perhaps Inés was right - they are probably the ones with the most screwed up things happening inside their hearts they only show behind closed doors.

The last line of Dracos letter echoed in my mind. You trust me, don't you? Could it be that I was letting Ron and Harry's prejudice towards Draco distort my thinking? Was I really thinking about the Draco that I knew, or the one that they have created in their heads and tried to convince me of?

The Draco I knew followed me into the woods on a stolen flying horse, made me pasta in the kitchens, threw snowballs with me in the morning, danced with me at the ball, kissed me in the moonlight after running and holding my hand. Harry, Ron and Hermione knew nothing about that, how could they say they knew Draco?

'They won't take you in the way we will. The way we already have.'

Maybe Draco was right, maybe I couldn't trust them like I had thought. Maybe I trusted too easily. I am his girlfriend, he just sees it as his duty to protect me. Was that so wrong? Should I make it so difficult by resisting and staying friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione?

'You trust me, don't you?' Echoed in my head again. I pulled out my quill and wrote a quick response, not bothering to write To or From gave it to an owl to return to Draco.

"I trust you."

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