Dark Promises (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 25

Sometimes he's in the manor, but I don't see him.

Apparently he's been spending most of his time using the disillusionment charm to hide and walk around Hogwarts unnoticed. How convenient it is for the boy who broke my heart, is able to go back to the only place I wanted to be.

It's not like he's no longer in my life; he's just not mine. He used to come every night knocking on my door, begging me to just talk, yet I would never open it. As weeks passed, he came less and less, giving up the idea of us and after realizing that he wasn't going to get me back, he ran into her  arms.

I laid in my bed, feeling helpless, rejected, unloved, as he haunts me in my sleep, through every inhale and exhale. And every night, when he comes to my door, my hands are on the handle, though I never push it down. I would sit down on the ground, my head up against the wall, and listen to him beg, plead...cry. I was afraid that if I opened the door, I would never want to close it again. He can't keep doing this to me, I... can't keep doing this to myself.

And it frightens me most when the only way that gets him back is by dreaming and when I see him in my dreams, they--they feel so real, like I could feel his embrace as he holds me tight, promising me forever. I can hear him laughing and calling my name, and once again I am trapped by the illusion that I've created for myself.

Weakness.

That's what this is. Just a few months ago, I was murdering his hologram, his blood all over my hands, smiling like a psychopath, yet, it was all an act to please my father's corrupted brain. In all honesty, I kept trying to convince myself that this--this will be good for me; I'd go to the dark side and maybe I can let this f*cking memory of him go.

Drops of rain splattered against my window; Oh, how cliché.

Like every romantic film, the boy messes up, the girl cries, it rains, and they find themselves back together. The universe has decided that him and I don't belong, doesn't matter how many times I tell myself that's not true.

At last, I had the strength to get up and saunter to my balcony and wait in the midst of the storm, soaking up water. Each raindrop hits the same spots where he's kissed my skin, the memories of his touch on my silky and tender flesh.

I lift my head, tilt my face toward the sky, feeling water trickle down my face, like the angels knew how much I didn't want to cry alone as today they cried with me. Droplets bathe my eyelashes until they meet their brothers on the soil, feeding the great big world, like saltless tears.

A calming song, an pure harmony every bit as exquisite as a mother nature's heartfelt hum.

The rain brings uniqueness to every color, the scene enhances in a way that numbs my heart, caressing my pain. The green grass appears polished, catching the sun rays; a fresh, vivid glow to their flowers as they slowly swing in the wind.

Drenched in the rain and the heavens tears gliding down my cheeks, I feel at peace, accepting the reality that I'm okay. He broke my trust, yet, if I ever do forgive him, maybe, just maybe we could be friends.

I draw in one last breath before going back into my bedroom, changing out of my soaking wet clothes. It's time that I get out of this bloody room and stop being so depressing; it's not good for anyone.

Standing by the edge of the room, I listen intently to the voices downstairs. Perhaps it's the Death Eaters or perhaps it's a certain blonde boy with his f*cking 'lover'. As I quietly open the door, I stick my head out--twisting my neck left and right--to find that the corridor was empty, safe for me to cross the hall. At the foot of the stairs I could hear their inaudible loud voices, yelling and arguing at each other.