Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

41. giving up, giving in.

I'm pacing back and forth in the common room in my ball gown, frantically, scowling at the floor.

How the fuck am I going to do this?

Do I even want to do this?

Can I really throw away all of the progress I've made in the past three months?

Can I really react solely based on my emotions? Do I even understand all of my emotions? There's so many.

I grit my teeth, staring at the doorway to the dorms and trying to pluck up the courage.

I decide to focus on my anger.

So I shake out my hands, kick off my heels, freeze in front of the doorway, and fucking sprint through it, barreling up the stairs.

I literally close my eyes when I reach his door, whip my wand at it incase it's locked, then I barrel in blindly, crashing through his door like a goddamn explosion.

I open my eyes, and I've definitely startled him.

He hasn't changed clothes and he's over by his bed, holding a bloody, shaking hand.

There's a huge gaping hole in his wall.

And this isn't even the worst of it.

The seventh year Slytherin boy's dormitory is completely fucking destroyed.

The dresser isn't standing on four legs but on two rather, leaning haphazardly against the wall. He busted out the door of his wardrobe and it's hanging off the hinges. All the shit that was laid ontop of the dresser and inside of the wardrobe is on the floor, a fair bit of it shattered. His curtains are hanging loosely and tattered off of the top of his fourposter. Theo's bed is covered in shards of glass and pottery. Draco's ripped the drawer of his nightstand right out, papers and book pages littering the floor by his bed. I see my red panties on the floor admists a shit ton of other shit, Pride and Prejudice is laying open, flung all the way across the room, and I think I might even peak the pages of my Christmas letter over by the window.

And there's an empty potion bottle on the floor, where he dropped it in his fright. I'm hoping it's a sobriety potion, because I need him alert for this.

It takes only about five seconds for Draco to adjust to his shock, to realize that me, his ex girlfriend, is currently standing in front of him in a ball gown, glaring at him and not saying a word.

Then the rage emerges.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!" Draco yells at me.

I take in a huge breath and slam the door behind me, right as a real clap of thunder rattles through the castle above.

"YOU TOOK. . . PANSY. . . FUCKING PARKINSON. . . TO THE BALL?!!!" I shriek at Draco, my eyes wide and crazed. He gives me a look of complete bewilderment, shaking his head.

"GET THE FUCK-!!"

"YOU TOOK!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, barreling into the room and stepping over the mess. "PANSY PARKINSON TO THE BALL!!!"

Draco's really enraged now, maybe the angriest I've ever seen him. His face starts turning red as he screams at me, and we're as close as we've been in months, only a few feet away, because he's stomped towards me, crunching his feet over shards of glass.

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE?!?!" Draco screams in my face. I stare into his silver eyes that are flickering with heat.

"DID YOU DO IT TO HURT ME?!" I screech, balling my hands into fists.