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Devore wondered when she'd finally get to the point with Draco when she was ready to give up. When she'd finally have enough of the suffering he put her through. She felt like she had nobody. No one to talk to about what happened with her father or anyone that would remotely understand. But she had Draco. They were only two who understood each other and could see each other for more than what people branded them to be.
But Draco didn't know how to love her the way she loved him. He knew how to hold her when she cried, or what to say when she was upset, but he didn't know how to say those words. Mostly because he didn't know what they meant. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that they were toxic for each other but as long as she had him, she forgot about what was happening in her personal life. Devore always wondered to herself where their relationship went wrong. What caused him to turn on her so easily?
It was always one step forward and three steps back with Draco. He loved her until she made him mad and then he acted as if she was beneath him. It was a dangerous game they played. Devore never allowed herself to see herself with anyone other than Draco. She was afraid to. She wanted to leave him, but she couldn't. Leaving him would mean that the whole in her heart would open back up and she couldn't handle that. Perhaps she was blindsided by his actions. Or she was just so desperate for love that she overlooked the lies and manipulation. It was heartbreaking, honestly.
She always wondered which side of him she would get that day. The boy who walked her to her classes and held her books for her or the boy who sent her away crying. Some days she got lucky but today wasn't that day. Devore sat on his bed, twiddling her fingers, watching as said boy stared out the window of his room. None of them said a word to each other and she was beginning to get afraid.
"Are you going to say something?" He finally asked, looking her way.
"What do you want me to say, Draco? I'm sorry? Cause I'm not."
"Why do you always blame me? Everything I do is never right for you." Draco said dramatically.
"You're acting like such a child—"
Before she could blink, he was in front of her and he pulled her up by her arms. "How do you expect me to fix this when you're always acting so pissed off with me?" He snapped and shook her.
"Because 99% person of the time, I am." She seethed.
"It's like you don't even want to be with me. What, are you falling out of love with me? Is there someone else?"
"What? There's never been anyone else. Why can't you understand that?"
He shook her again, more harshly that time. "Am I not good enough for you anymore?" He seethed.
"You? What about me? I've never been good enough for you!" She yelled in his face and felt her emotions overtake.
