𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐃.𝐌.

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Savanna feels around my chest and shoulders, and then to a spot just beneath my armpit.

An area my arm is usually covering.

Savanna Holcombe :

When I reach this spot with my hand, I feel rough skin. I pull my head up to look, and Draco doesn't stop me.

He's all cut up. Bad.

Some of them scarred. Some of them still healing.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Draco?"

He has trouble looking right into my eyes.

"I said I would hurt anyone who hurts you." he says, "That includes myself."

"No." I shake my head, "No you can't do that. Don't ever do that again."

He nods back, "I'm sorry."

He places my head back down on his chest, and strokes my hair.

"I just need to make sure you know that no one else will ever love you more than I do." he tells me, "Not even your parents."

I pause for a moment, "Well I need you to know the same thing. But me and your mother might be neck and neck."

I know he's smiling and I don't even have to look up.

"She loves you much. I would be lucky as hell if I had that kind of relationship with my mother." I say.

"Well... why don't you?" Draco asks.

I sigh, "She wants me to be everything she wants and nothing I want. And I feel like a hardly know her, I mean I haven't even see her in four years. I forgot how controlling she is, and now it just feels like more a of a relief to be away from her."

"My father is controlling too. It's a shame we can't just be ourselves around them. I see how you change around your mom." Draco says.

"She's just been- acting different. Suspicious even. It's hard to explain. But I suppose she always acts that way."

Draco stands up, still completely naked and exposed to me, "We should clean up. Before we have to think of a more suitable place to stay."

I agree, and we pick up our clothes and travel back to his dorm.

We make our way to his bathroom, where we wipe ourselves off. Draco wipes the mascara off my cheeks, and kisses both of them once they're cleaned up.

He brings me back into the room and sets me down on the bed.

I sit on the edge and he kneels down on one knee in front of me, holding one of my hands.

"When we're both seventeen, and can be legally bound, i'm gonna marry you. I want to spend every second of my life with you, Savanna." he says softly, leaving a light kiss on my hand.

"I love you so much." I whisper to him.

He looks at me all doe-eyed, "I love you so much more."

"That's not true." I laugh.

He laughs with me, "Do you remember when we would fight about who hated the other more?"

I nod through my giggle.

You know Holcombe, you're really easy to hate.

I don't care. I hate you more anyways.

I don't think that's possible.

Of course it's possible.

I hate you with every bone in my body.

Hah, well I hate you with everything I have... beat that Malfoy.

I'd rather kill myself than touch a finger to your pathetic body.

"We were idiots." he mutters.

I think back to those times. When I felt alone, and when I was scared of love. I was afraid of getting my heart broken again. I remember the way Draco made me feel so broken down when he would insult me. I felt so powerless against him, and I tried everything to not feel that way. When I finally accepted my feelings for him, they took over completely. This cocky, cruel, jealous, and protective narcissist was the one I loved. I no longer hate myself for letting it happen. This was a blessing in disguise.

He changed in every good way.

I saw the way he looked at me the night he almost killed himself. The way he sobbed and shook in my arms begging for forgiveness. Draco would never intentionally let me see his weak side. That's why I know he was telling every bit of truth.

I know now what love feels like. The connection you have with that one person. Like in a movie or book. They're your missing puzzle piece. Nothing could ever feel so perfect.

That's why I had such a weird feeling when we were apart.

"We can't stay here much longer." Draco says, giving my a concerned look, "It's too dangerous and we can't get hurt again."

I take a minute to think about it, and how we have to leave our friends again without warning.

"I can't watch him torture you like that again." he says, running his fingers along my jawline.

I lean in, unable to resist how handsome he looks right now.

When we kiss, my heart feels healed all over again.

After we pull away, he makes the distance between us short.

"You're the one thing i'm not gonna let him take from me." he whispers.

I shift a little, being a unsettle about the fact that we could die.

He stands, "I'll be right back."

He takes my face in his hands, and kisses my forehead once more.

It leaves me a little worried, but I don't question him.

He gives me a light smile and then walks out the door.

I can feel the look of nervousness just plastered across my face.

It's not good for us to be separated right now. I'm surprised he just... left.

The smell of his cologne still lingers in the room. How I miss him when he's gone.

But still I try and clear my mind.

After about five excruciatingly long minutes, he returns.

He takes my hand and guides me with him, "I need to show you something."