Twisted ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter #15

"No. No no no." I pushed myself down, leaving Malfoy and rushing to Harry. He started down the stairs quickly.

"Harry."

"Harry listen to me."

"Harry please."

"Why? You're perfectly comfortable with Malfoy why would I ruin that?" He turned around quickly.

"You heard that?" I stood worried.

"No... you said that?" He blinked in disbelief and turned away from me again, trying to walk away.

"No- not me. I disagreed." I jerked his shoulders to face me. "I told him I loved you and he got angry."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He scoffed and shook his head.

"I mean it Harry!"

"So he kissed you? He was angry with you so he kissed you? You're barmy." He shoved my hand off of him and continued down the stairs.

"Harry!" I yelled angrily, following him
again. "I don't know why he did that! I swear!" He started walking faster. "Harry!" I caught up to him.

"You were kissing him back Y/n that's my issue! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He softened his brows, turning to me and biting his bottom lip in anger. My lips trembled and I stood staring up at him, my breath shaky.

"But I love you!" I choked out, "He's always been there and he's my best friend but I fell in love with you Harry!" I screamed, frustrated I stood staring up to him and taking short breaths. I felt my fingers shaking, my stomach was turning inside of me.

"You don't kiss your best friend like that."

"Well really you never kiss your best friend at all." I softened my expression, walking over to a window in the corridor and sitting on the ledge. I looked up to him blankly.

"He's more than a friend then, isn't he?" He sat next to me, putting one foot on the ledge to give his elbow somewhere to lean. I closed my eyes, frustrated I began to hit my head against the stone. The pain echoing through my head after every one.

"Stop that." He leaned over and put his hand between the back of my head and the wall. I was tired, my eyelids seemed heavy and I felt drained- Ready to just cuddle up in my blankets and sleep. But of course when I imagined cuddling up next to someone I imagined Malfoy.

"Fuck." I mumbled, the frustration came in waves, letting my head fall into my knees I saw Harry's hand move back to his body.

"I-"

"I fucked it up." I sighed, leaning my head back onto the wall, Harry started to move his hand back to my head but then brought it back to himself when he saw I was just sitting there.

I needed him to believe I loved him. I needed him to take me back. Maybe if he saw how much I needed him he'd believe me.

"I fuck everything up." I shook my head. "I always do." I added a few tears, looking at the ceiling.

"You're fine..." He said softly, "I don't blame you Y/n, but I can't... I can't just let you back in after this." He whispered and stood up, looking down to me. I looked over to him, worried.