Wires (Draco Mafloy)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 ~ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙

~"𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙄 '𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 !" "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨."~

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My pillow was tear soaked, and stained, from the crying, my makeup having run off my face and onto the fabric, I did the night before. Pansy and Maribeth made sure I was ok while the boys did their bests to cheer me up, but once everyone went to sleep, I couldn't help but cry.

I knew I had to wake up early that morning because of the bombshell of information Jasper dropped on me the night before, that being that our mother was coming.

I loved my mother with my entire heart, don't get me wrong. She's an amazing woman who gave Jasper and I such great childhoods. She helped us mold our personalities, not letting us conform to what society said, and she also helped us get to where we were. My mother is great on her own or with JJ, but when her and Dad are in the same room, they're both completely different people.

They got along, sure, but they got along from thousands of miles away and on the phone with each other, not in person.

Not even stating the fact that they would much rather communicate from a distance, only ever joining for birthdays, holidays, and when Jasper and I would move back and forth between houses over the summers, and of course, the occasional serious conversation.

That's what it was that time. A serious conversation.

To say that I was nervous would have been an understatement. With Mom and Dad coming together to talk to Jasper and I about something, it had to have been big. Frankly, I thought someone had died, and, as morbid as it may sound, that would have been much easier to take in as information than what we were told later that day.

Contrary to being the last one to fall asleep, I was the first one awake, surrounded by Pansy spooning me and Maribeth curled up at my feet, laying her head on my calf. All three boys were on the floor, sprawled out on top of each other.

I smiled lightly, looking at them all on the floor of my dorm, but my gaze slowly fixated on one person.

Draco stirred in his sleep, flipping onto his side from his back and facing towards me. His eyes stayed shut and his hair fell shabbily over his eye brows. He looked so peaceful. But, the peace was quickly averted when Blaise kicked him in his back, waking him up and out of his sleep.

"Ugh, you bastard!" He groaned in a groggy voice, swinging his arm to punch Blaise in the stomach, eliciting a deep rooted yelp from Blaise.

"Don't you dare start fighting, its like 7 am." Jasper growled, his eyes sealed tightly shut.

It wasn't seven in the morning. It was actually almost ten. He was just hung over.

"Well, I'm up now, so there's no point in laying here." Draco stood up and stretched, his t-shirt coming up slightly to reveal his pale skin and abs along with his sharply defined v line. I was surprised the skinny 16 year old boy was so muscular, but then again, why the hell was I even looking at him like that!? His voice was raspy from having just woken up and he didn't bother to try and fix his hair.