The Memories We Shared

Chapter 6

Was this gonna be a love like in my romance novel? I know I said I don't believe in love, but Draco seems to change that. Will we have the end like the ones in my romance novels which I'm desperate for?

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I entered the great hall and sat down next to Draco. Blaise and Parkinson looked up from their plates as they heard me sit down.

,,Why hello, (y/l/n)." Blaise smiled and I returned one.

,,You can call me (y/n)." I assured him. He nodded.

,,Well, (y/n), you and Draco seem very close. I hadn't seen him fall asleep in peace until you two happened to get along." He chuckled and I saw Draco stare at him sternly and warningly. Blaise's smile fell.

,,Why weren't you able to sleep before?" I asked curiously as I looked at him, though his gaze stayed at his plate.

,,Don't take it serious, (y/n). It was just a joke." He said and I looked at him, knowing too well he was lying. I looked over to Parkinson.

,,Do you know anything?" I asked and she looked down, ignoring me.

,,I don't expect you to tell me anything, Draco. It's fine." I whispered and turned back around to my plate.

,,What?" He asked confused. I played with the food on my plate, shoving it left and right with my fork.

,,You don't need to open up if you don't want to. I'm fine with it. You can tell me if you don't wanna talk about something. But just don't lie." I looked at him.

,,Well, I didn't lie, if that's what you try to point out, that I'm a liar. I can sleep undoubtebly." He said stubbornly.

,,I didn't call you a liar." I said softly.

,,Whatever." He muttered, turning back.

I couldn't believe it. Just yesterday he was crying against my shoulder and now he acts as if nothing of it happened and we switched back to being enemies. I don't get why, but I didn't care. I have trust issues, but something when I was with Draco blinded me, fading all my worries out. Thus I trusted him. Huge mistake apparently.

I stood up and rushed out of the great hall. Not dramatically or noticeably, but still a little fast.  I walked into my dorm after slamming the door shut harshly. I wasn't angry at him. In fact, I was angry at myself for falling into a trap. Never have I liked people neither trusted any. How come a boy changes it all. What was I thinking? That one boy could change or help me? Help me out of my own darkness and mental issues? Help me to stay strong? I could've laughed at that if I had had the strength to. But instead, I let myself fall on my bed and wanted to fall asleep. Fall asleep and for a few hours, keep myself out of the reality.
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A knock at my door woke me up. After rubbing my eyes, I stood up from my bed, traling to the door lazily. I opened the door slowly. ,,Oh, it's you." I tried to close it, but he pushed it open again. I groaned. ,,It's like three in the morning, what is it?" I asked him.

,,I'm sorry." He mumbled. I sighed.

,,Good for you. I need sleep. Now if you excuse me." I wanted to close the door again, but he wouldn't let me.

,,I didn't mean to be so mean."

,,Do I look like I care? No. All I care about is my sleep. Now, go to sleep."

,,You don't understand. I can't." He said and I sighed. I remembered the time I had done the same to him. He had let me in, therefore it would be unfair if I didn't.

,,Come in or whatever." I sighed and stepped to the side. He smiled cheekily and came in. He looked around in my room.

,,What is this?" He asked curiously as he took a picture frame in his hand, that was on my nightstand.