Do I wanna Know ;Lorenzo Berkshire

comforting

Your skin

Oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn in to something beautiful

Do you know

You know I love you so...

You know I love you so....

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listen to yellow by Coldplay while reading this ;) spice next chapter

ALSO READ :
THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS A HIGH TOXICITY LEVEL IN THIS CHAPTER AND THEYRE BOTH JUST VERY SENSITIVE !  (Also Enzo is drunk and was drunk in the past chapter so keep that in mind )

I don't really like this chapter but I'll post it

BUT I just wanted to emphasize that ^

-Aurora Spade -

I stared at the ceiling. He really punched him. I slapped him.

Damn.

I didn't think I could do that.

If you told me three years ago that I slapped a family member of the noble house of black, I would ask you if you've been drinking.

I've probably changed.

I mean, a lot's happened throughout these past years. You couldn't expect me to be the same little sunshine princess that does your homework for you because you're dumb enough to forget the 4 page paper we have due on merpeople.

Oddly specific.

I tilted my head a little, just so I could see who was knocking fiercely at the door.

"Come in." I mumbled upon my words. Probably Onyx. I heard the door open and kept my head straight up. "Onny?" I said, now curious.

Draco Malfoy.

Great.

Fucking great.

He stared at me, seeming scared. Good. As he should be. "Draco."

"What?" I stared at him.

He shook his head, "You said 'onny?' in a questioning tone, signaling that she was there, she wasn't."

"I can see that."

"Oh yeah, good."

"Uh yeah ."

He put his hands in his pockets and stared around the room silently. I sighed. "Fine. Do you want to sit down?"

He smiled a little and walked behind the chest in front of my bed to the side of my mattress.

Running a hand through his pale hair he continued, "So,"

"So," I repeated, sitting up. "Why are you here, malfoy?"

He stared into my eyes, and then moved them down my upper body, which made me shiver with self consciousness.

"Draco."

"Oh." he looked back up, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to say that.."

"That..." I urged him to continue, "Spit it out."

"Enzo's a little um, apologetic for what happened, but he's sleeping and he didn't tell me to come here," He stumbled upon his words, which made me smile. He found that comforting, I think, "But, uh, I think you owed an apology, so take it from me too."