𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 54

TW- blood, knife, broken glass.

DRACOS POV

"Any deeper with those cuts, you would've needed stitches, keep it covered." I whispered as I took a glance of her up and down before I walked out, closing the door behind me. I was fighting the urge to break down and cry, father raised me not to be soft but I can't control it around her.

She's a fucking onion, makes your eyes water.

But I'm the problem and I knew that, I know that, I shouldn't have and she has all the rights to hate me but I don't want that. I can't loose her again because of my stupidity.

What if her and I aren't meant for each other? There's no way.

I reached my dorm opened my black door. I slammed it shut and looked around, I was having one of those nights.

I grabbed the half full bottle of fire whiskey from my dresser beside my door and threw it to the ground, the glass shattering as the liquid pooled around my shoes.

I let out a heavy groan and I stood infront of the mirror that was above my dresser, I stared at myself.

"You fucked up. You fucked up bad. She isn't gonna take you back you foolish clown! She hates you." I whispered. "She tried to kill herself because of you. She could've di-" I couldn't finish as I sobbed, I had enough, I raised my fist and collided it with the mirror. The glass shattered around my fist as I pulled it back, the glass behind my fist falling. I looked at my fist and saw many small shards of glass piercing through my skin. I took a moment to analyze the shards as I impatiently pulled out the larger ones, leaving the small ones for later. I looked around for a brief moment before I looked over at my nightstand, a glass filled with water.

I stormed up to it and picked it up, slamming it to the floor as it shattered everywhere. I stepped over the glass and walked to my closet. I grabbed a shirt and ripped it in half.

Then another.

Another.

And another just for 'fun'.

I rushed over to my nightstand and forcefully pulled out the drawer, all of its contents spilling on my floor as I reached down for the green handled knife. I stood up and grabbed my pillow with black silk casing as I drove the knife through the middle, the feathers flying out to every direction.

I did my three other pillows. My bed was now covered with feathers.

Many glasses, mirrors, pillows, shirts, tears and, blood later, I was stood in the middle of my dorm. Looking at my fire whiskey stained walls, my empty closet, my non existent mirrors, my feathered bed. I looked down at my bloody fist that was starting to dry, a tear fell right on my fist as I began to sob, crazily looking around, my legs got weak, but I stayed standing. Tears were staining my face, was probably a true masterpiece if I could see myself right now.

"Reparo." I heard a quiet whisper as I watched my room bring itself back together, I turned my head to my door, my tears blocking my vision as I blinked and saw a wide eyed Y/n.

"What in Salazar's name happened here?" She whispered as she rushed up to me, grabbing my fist.

"You're an angel." I sobbed as my head fell into her neck.

She stayed in the position for a moment before she cupped my cheek, I looked her in her eyes, my tears streaming down my face as we both held the eye contact.

"Let's get you cleaned up." She whispered. I nodded as her arm wrapped around my waist and practically carried me to the bathroom, my head resting in her neck like before.

She set me down on my toilet, I watched her retrieve a black towel as she wet it under the water. She walked over to me and stood between my legs.

"How many times will I need to clean your damn fists, Draco?" I slight chuckle slipping thorough her lips. I remembered when she cleaned me up after I beat up her father and Pucey.

The thought I'd do anything to be in one of those moments again, have her hold me close again, defend her like she deserves, I'm the threat though, and I hated that.

I watched the towel rub over my cuts, the pain wasn't that bad because she always put this spell on me that toughened me up... not really but I think you know what I mean.

"I've done this before." She whispered, I looked up at her and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, wanting her to go on. She was still looking down at my fist before she chuckled again and sighed.

"Fourth year, summer break before fifth year. I remember asking my parents if Pansy could come over, they said no because I had one bad grade. But I was like, I've worked my ass off around this manor these past few weeks, like let me have my damn best friend over you assholes." She chuckled again. "They got really mad at me because after I practically yelled at them for not letting me live the life of a teen and have one friend over, they began to scream, well my father actually, my mother just left at this point. He told me how I'm useless and need to work harder because, "We are the richest wizards to exist!" She quietly hollored trying to intimidate her father's voice. "So me being the sassy bitch I am, I stormed up our stairs and to my room. Slamming my door shut, I could swear I felt the Manor shake a little, I went crazy I started throwing my stuff around like a sicko. Left to right, everything getting thrown around as I drowned in my tears. But the thing is, once my parents arrived, they had me pick up every little scrap between my fingers, didn't let me use the spell and they still didn't let me see Pansy. You were the first person I saw after that long, infuriating summer." She chuckled.

"I think that was when I really first appreciated your existence." She chuckled again as her eyes were met with mine. She cleared her throat and looked away as she began to wrap my fist up. I couldn't take my eyes off her, how she looked so focused, so stunning, the way her lips would slightly part randomly.

"Ok, done." She whispered as she dropped my hand.

"Thank you." I whispered. She nodded and nervously looked around.

"Do you hate me?" I whispered as I grabbed her hand.

"No." She blurted out.

"Yes, you do, I can tell, just stop putting up with me, I'm clearly breaking you apart." I sighed.

"We haven't had our happy ending yet." She whispered, her words making my heart speed up, I just wanted to crash my lips against hers.

"Then why are we acting like this?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Because it's just not our time to shine yet... and once it is, we'll be the brightest to shine."

Then she left without another word.

Brightest to shine.