Ink / Draco Malfoy (18+)

"Blurred ink and shattered hearts"

"Blurred ink and shattered hearts"

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I could feel my cheeks blushing as everyone turned around to stare at me. I heard whispers and giggling all around me- every face I saw was judging me.

Every drop of blood in my body felt like it would burn through my veins as I struggled to hold back all the anger and frustration he caused.

I automatically rushed to my dorm since it was my comfort place- well, not anymore.

I made sure my door was locked before I was finally able to let everything out. While burying my face in the cold sheets of my bed, I started crying harder, thinking about the fact that he didn't deserve a single tear I was crying.

Still, all I could imagine was him being the one to wipe them away, telling me that everything would be fine.

After a while of crying, I sat up on my bed, leaning my back against the cold wall. I couldn't help but stare at the drawing that was still attached to my wall, feeling the dried tears that were attached to my cheeks.

I squeezed my eyes while repeating "He's not worth it. He's not worth it." in my head, hoping I would end up believing it.

Eventually, I got up from my bed and wiped the tears by myself. It felt like the person in the mirror was somebody else, I didn't recognize myself.

I took a deep breath before grabbing my wand and leaving my dorm in anger. I rushed down the hallway staight to his dorm without giving a fuck about the students watching me.

I roughly knocked on his door a few times,

"Draco?", I knocked again, "Open the door!"

I was surprised by the way I managed to sound nearly as intimidating as him. I knocked again, but there was no reaction.

Then I just opened the door since I expected it to be locked. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, but I'm glad I did that.

His room was empty and silent. I closed the door behind my back, embracing the beautiful scent his entire room was covered in,

"Draco?"

I took a few more steps towards his desk, constantly imagining the sound of him saying my name any second.

His desk was covered in open books and papers, there were two burned up candles in the corner.

While observing his room I noticed a crumbled paper laying on the floor next to his desk. I opened it, expecting it to be homework or something, but as soon as I saw the "D.M." on the bottom of the page, I stuffed it into my robe.

I left his room as fast as I could, nervous about the thought of him catching me.

I heard George shouting in the distance, "Liv! I've been looking for you!"

I ran through the crowds straight into his arms. The way he was holding me convinced me that his arms where the closest I would get to feeling some comfort.

"Sorry I missed lunch, let's go to potions together.", he put his arm over my shoulder, gently carrying me to Snape's class.

After dinner

"Guys I have an idea!"

Fred's voice was echoing through the common room we were sitting in. I was sitting on the floor, next to Fred and Hermione.