Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

32. fault lines.

I sit on my bed, cross legged, holding the letter as if it's a poisonous snake and could bite me at any moment.

I've already read it.

It took me a full twenty minutes, because Narcissa sent me a full dozen pages.

And I'm sitting on my bed, hand covering my mouth as tears stream down my face.

"Evan!" Onyx calls cheerily, bursting through the door.

I snap my eyes away from Narcissa's curling calligraphy, crumpling the pages into an angry ball.

"They're playing Kings again, you have to get down here!" Onyx calls. I shove the ball under my pillow and wipe my eyes, but I have to hold in a sob when Onyx opens my curtains.

"What are you doing up here all alone?" Onyx asks, and her smile drops when she sees my face.

I immediately break and a choked sob escapes.

Onyx, my best friend who has seen me cry only a few times in our seven years together, immediately freaks the fuck out.

"E!" she exclaims, crashing down onto my bed and gripping my shoulders.

I can't hold it in, I just can't.

Because the things his mother told me. . .

"What happened? Evangeline, what happened?!" Onyx says frantically, but I'm covering my mouth again, closing my eyes tightly and shaking my head in agony.

I end up pressed into Onyx's neck, crying there, and she's rubbing my back as I sob. It's violent cries, and the despair in my chest is so thick, I'm surprised any noise is making it out, at all.

"Who do I have to murder?" she asks, and I know she's being completely serious, her usually caring tone morphing into one of pure rage.

"N-No one," I whimper between sobs.

"What's wrong, then?" she asks.

I lean my head out of her neck and sit up, shaking my hands out and wiping my eyes.

I tell myself to turn it the fuck off.

My face drops and I sniffle once. One more tear falls and I wipe it away with vengeance.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's nothing," I say dryly. I shake my head. "It's nothing."

"Evan. . ." Onyx says. "You can tell me anything. You know that."

I look up at her with swollen eyes, and my voice sounds dead when it comes out.

"I don't have anything to tell you."

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My decision is not on a whim.

I let Narcissa's letter scare me. I should have talked to Draco about it, I should have gotten an outside opinion, and I shouldn't have let the power of his mother's words get to me.

If I'm being honest, there's a lot of things I should have done differently.

But I spend the next week avoiding Draco like the plague.

He seems to notice, pretty much immediately, because he sends me notes during class, since he hasn't gotten a chance to talk to me. In the week after I read the letter, I haven't come down to the common room, at all really. I haven't come to meals with my friends and I haven't lingered in the corridors, even for a moment. Draco really only sees me in DADA, where I sit now, next to Onyx.

My little piece of enchanted parchment is in the front cover of my textbook, sticking out, and as I listen to Snape's lecture, I see the edges of his handwriting appear there.