Obsessed ; Draco Malfoy

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Kaira Henderson:

The group, except Pansy, were all quietly sitting in the common room.

Pansy had been working nonstop all day. Having and raising a baby is incredibly difficult, especially at a young age like this. Obviously, the girls and I had done everything in our power to help her, but Tom had simply just been sitting and joking and chatting with the rest of us.

As we all start to get quiet, Pansy suddenly enters the common room downstairs, huffs, and throws herself on the couch next to Tom. She was wearing messy clothes and had messy hair. She sighs loudly and closes her eyes as she leans her head back. She looks so tired, damn. It was now 3:06 p.m. I'm so happy it was the weekend.

I was sitting next to Draco, cuddling. The same with Jacob and Daphne, and Blaise and Sarah. Pansy says, and we all know she meant this to Tom, "I really wish you'd helped me today."

Tom suddenly says, "I just wish you were nicer to me," and Pansy and I raise our eyebrows in disbelief.

Suddenly, Pansy sat up straight on the couch and looked straight at Tom in disbelief. "Oh, my go- Well, I thought you could've done eighty more things than you did today! I feel like I woke up and I cleaned our room, I made our bed, I changed the sheets-"

Everyone purses their lips in an effort to contain their laughter, except Tom and Pansy.

Sorry, it was funny. But it's true!

"-I then get the Cillian ready, then I get myself ready, then I change Cillian's diaper, then I put Cillian to sleep, then he wakes up again, then I feed him, then I change his diaper again, then I played with him, then I made him sleep again. And what do you do, Tom? You just tell me that I could've been nicer. That seem's pretty nice to me! And you thought I was pretty nice last night, right? Super nice! Whoo!" Pansy says in one breath, panting right after as she throws her head back in the couch again. All of our eyes widen at this. 

Not so funny, anymore.

Tom turns aside and mumbles to himself. "Damn, I was just kidding," his voice getting softer. We could have helped her out in half the ways that Pansy did today, but we didn't. How selfish!

Pansy spits. "Well, I don't like jokes."  Tom rolled his eyes, "At least, not at this time."

The audacity of this boy.

-

Draco and I were strolling through Hogsmead with our fingers interlocked, following the crowd. We went away for a while so we could be with ourselves.

Then, all of a sudden, I had an idea. I let go of his hand, to see what he'd do.

He then pauses and turns to face me. He stops moving too and I turn to face him. He just looks at me.

I reply defensively, "What?" as if nothing had happened.

"Why'd you let go of my hand?" He frowns, trying not to show it, making me narrow my eyes at him. I swear, I tried my best not to melt and kiss him.

I simply shrugged slowly, trying to look as innocent as ever. He continues walking while locking our finger once more. I gradually let go of his hand once more after a minute.

He pauses once more. He looks at his hand and wonders, "Is something wrong? I- is there something in or on my hand?"

I quickly admit, "No!" out of concern that he would get the wrong idea.

He asks again in the cutest baby voice, "So what's wrong?! Why do you keep leaving it?"

"I- I don't know." I lie and look down. He shrugged it off, grabbed my hand, interlocked our fingers, and started walking again.

Of course, I let go after a minute or two.

"That's it!" He says, and grabs my hand. He puts my hand in front of my face.

"You see this? This belongs to me. It's mine. It belongs to me and nobody else." He exclaims while talking about my hand. He once again interlocks our fingers together for the last time.

I couldn't let go anymore. I giggled as I kissed his cheek.

God, I love him.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And I will.