Loathe.

"Only for you"

Y/n's Pov:

I broke my mind from his. It was finished. He sat next to me in silence...we weren't really sure how to feel. We weren't really sure what to say. I mean what could you say in that moment?

"I guess the truths out" I laughed awkwardly

"Yeah" he scoffed

"So what now?" I asked

"Well first we avoid all contact with the dark lord...until you find out how to block those memories." 

I nodded

"I'm sure my father could keep him busy until you learn"

"I actually meant between us..." I admitted

"What?"

"Clearly this all means something..." I chuckled

He went silent

"This meant something right?" I asked as if I was gripping onto the end of a cliff for something more...something that made sense

He scoffed to himself and swiped his thumb over his bottom lip.

"Listen...you're cute Jones don't get me wrong. Memories can often be tampered with as you view them. Whatever you seen or whatever you think you seen...isn't what's real."

"What do you mean?"

"There's nothing there. I was hired to hurt you, Snape asked me not to. So I won't. As soon as it's clear you'll go back to school and we won't see each other again. Got it?" He said in a demanding tone

"Now that's cleared up...Just go" I rolled over on my bed

It was late...too late for whatever he was trying to pull. I seen the memories, I knew enough that whatever he was saying now wasn't true.

"C'mom Jones you can't be serious about this?" He laughed

"What did I say Draco? Go now" I ordered

"If that's what you want" he breathed

I didn't notice his hand was placed on my knee this whole time, until it was gone...no warmth, just cold.
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The next day: Draco's pov

I hadn't talked or seen y/n all day, I'm guessing she was upset from last night. She usually walks around the manor of the mornings and evenings. She was avoiding me. I was fine with it, I had things to do anyway.

"They're worried Lucius...they'd start to suspect things if she doesn't go" I heard behind the library door

My parents were arguing...why?

"We can't risk it" my father grumbled

"We can...and we will! Maybe Draco can go" She scolded

"That's just brilliant then....go ahead and stick a dagger through our sons heart while we're at it Cissa"

I went ahead and opened the door

"What are you guys talking about? Going with her? Where is she going?" I demanded answers

My father looked to Mum

"We received a letter from Mrs. Granger....she wants y/n to attend the final Quidditch game tonight like she promised." My mum spoke

"She can't" I admitted

"Thank you son" my father scoffed