"Unless you're here to expell me, I suggest you leave," I growl, staring out into the darkened night.
I know there's someone behind me, walking up to where I'm smoking by the balcony of the Astronomy Tower. I heard the footsteps.
I take a drag of my blunt, expecting to be barrated by an angry professor or the headmistress, pissed that I'm up here in the middle of the night and filling the night air with the smell of muggle weed.
But it's Malfoy. Of course it's Malfoy.
It's been hours since I stormed out of Slytherin dungeon. When I came up here, the sun was still setting. But now the sky is filled with stars and the sounds of night creatures echo all around me.
In the hours that I've been here, I've cried, smoked, and have called Pansy and Malfoy every single possible insult that I can in my head.
But when he leans over on the railing next to me, his eyes on my cheek as I take another drag, I have nothing to say.
He comes with a peace offering.
He tries to hand me the sweater, offering it to me as he leans next to me on the railing.
I laugh darkly, sadistically, blowing the smoke out into the night.
"Burn it," I say with venom.
"Evan-"
"I don't want anything you've ever touched."
He goes silent then, wrapping the sweater up in his arms and leaning his elbows on the rail.
I want to ask him to leave. And I almost do.
"Did you come up here to defend your actions?" I hiss, still not looking over.
"Not at all."
"What the fuck could you possibly want, then?"
"That word broke your heart, I know it did," he whispers.
"Can't break what was never fixed to begin with," I whisper back, quirking an eyebrow at the moon. It's so peaceful out here, with the sounds of the night creatures and the wind and the stars and the moon. But I can feel the destruction starting to break free from my chest.
And I want to destroy him.
"Let me fix it."
"You can't!" I exclaim, turning to face him. "Malfoy, you can't and I don't want you to."
"Tell me how to make it better," he says, and I'm pissed off by the calmness on his face.
"Why?!" I say, my voice raging. "What's the damn point?!"
"You tried to make me admit to it this morning," Malfoy murmurs. I turn to face the sky again, searching the stars for the answers.
The only thing cohesive in the sky tonight is Orion's belt, twinkling up at me from above. And the constellation can't fix anything.
Trying to manipulate Malfoy into admitting his feelings for me feels like a million years ago, not just this morning. But he doesn't require any manipulation now, apparently.
"I care about you," he says in an undertone. "And I want you. And I think you're fucking fantastic."
"You think I'm inferior," I retort. "And whatever the fuck has been happening between us. . . it's over."
"No it's not," Malfoy scoffs.
I turn to face him again, chucking my blunt off the balcony.
"It's over, Malfoy," I hiss.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
