Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

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This chapter contains mentions of violent actions and blood. Please read with caution.

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Blood.

There was blood gushing from her neck as she kneeled to the floor.

If someone would've asked her why she fell to her knees as he walked away from her for the hundredth time within the short frame of a year — she'd most likely say that it was because she was hurting, because the wound in her neck was feeding off her energy.

It wasn't.

Isla just lied. She lied a lot to the people she felt like she couldn't speak honestly to, which was no one. That sounded horrible. She knew it did. She'd gone over it a million times in her head already, over and over, but that was the way it had to be.

It took her moments, long, heartbreaking ones where she felt like she couldn't breathe, where she simply laid in a pool of her own tears and blood in that corridor he walked away from her in. That was it, she believed. This was the absolute it.

She'd been lying, she had, but in her mind — it was for him.

Isla felt like she was protecting him by not speaking the truth, and he didn't see it in the way she did, so he left her again.

Draco Malfoy walked away from her again, he ran like he always did, but this time she didn't follow. Isla didn't run after him. She didn't drag him back to her. He didn't want to be there. She couldn't force him to. She didn't want to force him to.

He hurt her. She hurt him. They hurt each other.

They always hurt each other.

Love wasn't supposed to feel this way. Her love for Theodore didn't feel this way. His love was kind, warm, pure, honest. He made her happy. He would never make her bleed. He would never cause her to fall to her knees for him. He'd kneel for her.

While Draco's love was dark, consuming. She didn't quite know what struck her until she stepped away from it. Their love wasn't healthy. It was complicated and dimmed. Right and wrong didn't exist between them.

Isla showed him everything. She showed him the things yet failed to tell Theodore about. All the things her childhood troubled her with, to the death of the most important people in her life. Every last thing she showed him, and it still wasn't good enough.

She wasn't good enough, and this caused her to wonder if she ever would be.

Isla didn't pity herself a lot, but she did now. She felt so bad for the fact that both Theodore and Draco got to keep secrets in order to protect her, but she couldn't do the same without being left behind.

And as she laid there, with her eyes closed and her body shivering upon the cold ground, she exhaled deeply. She couldn't do this anymore. She didn't want to do this.

He hurt her.

He finally broke her.

Draco Malfoy finally got what he so viciously wanted. He wanted her to hate him, and Isla was at last capable of giving it to him.

She hated him.

Isla swallowed the feeling of her breaking heart as she rose from the ground, taking another minute to collect herself. Getting used to the ache the pads of her feet felt against the marble floor. It even hurt standing now.

Silence seeped through the corridor at the way Theodore and the guards had quieted, and that had her slammed back to reality again.

Theodore had her clocked back to being.