Imperfect Love || Draco Malfoy

| Chapter 57: A Stark Doesn't Cry |

Running, Running and Running as fast as you can. Letting your feet lead the way to somewhere– To god knows where. You didn't care where, you just wanted to be far away from everyone and the fucking school already. You were exhausted and weak. You have never felt that way before you have never been exhausted of something (love), you have never been weak because of something (love). If someone told 11 year old you that you would be so fucking madly in love with Malfoy that you let your walls down loose for him and is now crying like a fucking baby because of him. 11 year old you would be laughing your ass off.

Giving many reasons on why you wouldn't be in love with Draco because he was a selfish heartless jerk. Giving many reasons why you wouldn't be crying over a boy especially over him.

You always thought of yourself as a strong girl who didn't need a man. If there was one thing, your Dad thought you that stuck to your mind. Something that you always stuck by with which was A Stark doesn't cry

Especially not over men or women.

But that saying washed away the moment that you fell off the cliff, falling deeply in love with Draco. You were crying a tears of river.

You hated that you were crumbling, that your walls were crumbling and Draco was the cause of it. You never wanted to appear weak or tired. You were raised to be someone who was strong independent smart girl. The heir to Stark Industries. The Daughter of Iron Man. The Daughter of Tony Stark.

When that letter came in 4 years ago. You were never prepared for this life. This wasn't the life you were supposed to walk to but it was what destiny wanted and through walking that path. You faced adventures with your brother and friends and you also started to grow and learn about romance. Love is a scary thing. Love is blind and you will never know when it will arrive but will feel it because its just there.

Stopping in your tracks as you leaned on the tree, staring at the black lake before sitting down on the green grass, hugging your legs to your chest as you sobbed quietly. Shaking uncontrollably.

These tears you were letting fall down will soon dry. The tears you are crying would soon run out. You will be tired of crying sooner and you swore that you will make Draco Malfoy regret what he ever did.

You wont let any guy step on you like trash. You will make Aisha Perks pay because no one messes with you and gets away with it. You were a Stark after all and a Slytherin. A combination, no one will ever want to see but now they will see it.

"Miss Stark, are you okay?" You heard Friday asked

"What do you think?" You snapped but it wouldn't come out sarcastically as you said it through your sobs.

"Do you want me to inform Harry to where you are?" Friday asked even if she was an AI. You could hear some worry lacing her voice.

"He cant help me right now...No one can help me" You said hugging your legs closer to your chest. Burring your face deeper to your arms.

"I just want my Daddy..." You sobbed. You missed your Dad. If he was here, he would give you the sarcastic pep talk which you would always laugh at.

"I'm sorry. I believe I cannot help you with this, Miss Stark" Friday said

"I didn't expect you to" You whispered

"Y/n!?" You heard Harry yell for you.

"Y/n, where are you!?" Hermione yelled for you. You backed up more. So they wouldn't see you. You wanted to be alone right now. To think through your life and how much you changed after falling in love with Draco.

A Stark doesn't cry...A Stark doesn't cry

You closed your eyes tight repeating the sentence over and over in your mind. You needed the old you come back. The cold sarcastic snarky you. The weak in love soft you needs to be buried away, needs to be gone. You wanted the old you and not the new you because the new you got her heart broken twice when nothing even started while the old you still stood strong and behind those thick walls.