Twisted ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter #8

"Y/N! Y/N GET THE FUCK UP!" Why? Why was he always yelling? Why am I always awaken by screaming? I rubbed my eyes and sat up, staring down at my hands, which still had some residue blood from my quarrel and now had mascara smudged all over them.

"Malfoy it's not that big a deal! Would you- " He threw a book at him. A book. What the bloody hell.

"Woah woah woah, stop." I stood up, still drowsy. "What's happening?"

"I CAUGHT YOU IN BED WITH ZABINI? CARE TO EXPLAIN?" He had another book in his hand, and he turned his cross airs over to me. I could see his chest quickly rising and falling, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed.

"You're going to throw a book at me? Put that down before you seriously injure someone."

"No."

"Fine." I went to leave, it's 7:30 in the morning, I cannot deal with him right now.

"I- " Blaise looked at me confused.

"Sorry, see you later Blaise." I gave him a weak smile and opened the door, beginning to walk out. The note! I slapped my pockets, the fucking note. Humiliated, I walked back up to the door and opened it. I could hear Draco's yells from outside but I didn't expect them to be that loud when I walked inside.

"BACK AGAIN? SO SOON? YOU MISS THE SEX ALREADY?" He scoffed and laughed at me.

"Shove off, I forgot something you maniac." I looked under Blaises bed, and found the bloody thing.

"WHAT? YOUR VIRGINITY?" He scoffed. I laughed a little.

"Malfoy, it's not like that." Blaise started but Draco interrupted him.

"You just shut up! And you!" He walked over to me and grabbed my forearm. "If I ever catch you so much as smiling in the direction of another man, there will be no mercy. Do you understand me?" He whispered through his teeth.

"Fuck. You." I whispered back and slapped him across the face. "You walked away! Then you send me a little fake note from four years ago to defrost me? YOUR PATHETIC. And you don't deserve any more minutes of my time. So fuck. You." Blaise stood still. I left the room quickly, fuming. I felt someone follow me, I let them thinking it was Blaise.

"Y/n! What note?" I heard in the distance. Is he really playing dumb?

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled and I turned around. "This fucking one!" I unfolded the note again and I began to read it aloud for him, "Dear Y/n, Your smile makes me want to smile." Draco's confused expression faded, "Your laugh makes me get nervous." He looked up toward the ceiling and rubbed his hand over his mouth. "I like you more than my mum! You're the only other girl I think about from her." I paused and I looked up to him.

"I hope we can like each other forever." He said that line in harmony with me. I looked into his grey eyes. His eyes told a story, a beautiful yet twisted story. His eyes said he needed consistency, he needed love. He stared right back at me and I felt, well exposed. I felt like he was staring into my naked soul. My eyes weren't nearly as beautiful and deep as his. I mean, I get lost in his, he'd get lost trying to find something meaningful in mine. It's not fair. No man could be so beautiful that he makes me go speechless. That's not fair.

"Yeah... that whole secret admirer thing, I guess it's not a secret anymore." I broke the silence. He bit his lip and he looked down at me, continuing with his silence. "Oh..." I sighed and looked up to him and again I felt lost in his eyes, just like I did when we were young. All those times he'd laugh and look at me, I'd paused and stare into his eyes, and he'd look back at me, and we'd smile. Back then, that was our love. That was all it took. "I don't like slow Malfoy," I stepped a little closer to him. I was going to give in to him, again. Feeling his breath against the top of my nose. "That's why I always win." I whispered.