Losing Faith

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Draco had only flipped through six pages of her diary, but he already wanted to destroy everything around him.

He slammed the book, which made everything inside him flare up with anger and pain, and threw it on the bed with force. His hands were tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands, his breathing was heavy and ragged, his heart was pounding with such force that he thought someone was knocking on the door. He paced the room with long strides, and the lines Faith had once written in her personal diary were spinning in his head.

How could he not notice everything that was happening right next to him? How could he be so blind, so stupid, not to see, not to hear, not to understand that something was wrong?

How could he have missed her? How could he have lost Faith so stupidly?

"It's your fault." It sounded in his head over and over again, knocking all the air out of his lungs, sending a dark veil of self-hatred before his eyes, forcing his fist to collide with the wall once again — he could not get rid of the unpleasant feeling, of guilt, fear, pain; he had started all this and now there was an even more zealous desire to find Faith.

Draco grimaced, pressing his forehead weakly against the cold wall, his head was buzzing — he could not believe that so much could have happened to Faith in such a short time, and he had never noticed, had not paid attention to her thoughtfulness and sadness, how quiet she was compared to last year; maybe if he had ever asked about it, maybe if he had ever let her know that she could still trust him, maybe if he had found the courage to confess to cheating, maybe then everything would have turned out differently.

But everything turned out the way it did, and now the most important thing was to find Faith, find out what happened to her at that party, make sure that she was alright and never take the eyes off her again.

Draco clenched his fists and stormed out of the room, barely making out the way before his eyes, he went down to the common room, finding only Pansy and Blaise reading one book for two.

"Where is he?" His voice sounded like rolling thunder in the silence of the room, "Where is Nott?"

"He wanted to check on Nicole—" Pansy didn't even have time to finish, as Draco rushed towards the girls' room, jumping three steps at a time.

"But what's the matter?" Her words came to his back as his hand was already pulling on the handle, opening the door. His eyes unconsciously fell on Faith's empty bed, where she hadn't slept for several days, and taking a deep breath, he turned away, focusing on Theo, who was sitting next to a drooping and slightly frightened Nicole.

"What's—" Theodore started, but was silenced by Draco's hands, which grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the bed.

Nicole jumped out after him, her eyes widened, her breathing became uneven from not knowing what to do.

"What did you do, Nott?" He hissed through clenched teeth, his knuckles turning white from the force with which he gripped the dark-haired's collar.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? Are you out of your mind?"

"How many times have you kissed her? How many fucking times have you kissed my girlfriend?"

Everything was heating up around them, Draco's voice now sounded menacing and an octave higher, but Theodore met his eyes burning with anger boldly, and with the same fire.

"Or maybe there were more than just kisses, huh?" Draco chuckled maliciously.

"Are you asking me about sex? Like you had with Astoria, huh?" The brunette snapped, repeating the grin of his friend, he felt that his anger was increasing with every second, and he was already ready to use his fists, even though there was still a confused Nicole in the room; a gasp of shock escaped her lips as soon as she heard about Draco and Astoria.