𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 15

Draco's POV

Draco stared blankly up at the wooden canvas atop his four poster bed unconsiously tracing all the carvings and groves with his tired silver eyes. It had been a few hours after his talk with Potter and a few hours after seeing that- that horrendous view of Blaise and Blake kissing. The amount he'd cried in the past few hours was probably not far off the amount he had cried all together in his whole life, he couldn't help but feel guilty about how weak it made him feel but moreover, how painful it was to experience so much hurt and betrayal. It made him feel inferior, and what was more it hurt so much that his heart felt as if it were physically aching.

He knew that Blaise use to cheat often in previous relationships but a part of him, the foolish, trusting part of him, had believed that he had changed, changed for Draco. His insecure mind then began to wonder if this was the first time Blaise had cheated on him or whether he had been doing it frequently behind Draco's back.

How many others?

Tears blurred Draco's vision at the thought, why did this hurt so much?

He placed his blonde head within his hands, resting his elbows atop his knees and continued to weep. It was strange and frightening for Draco to be experiencing this much emotional distress, he'd always prided himself on having a good restraint on how he felt and would always rationalise situations instead of needlessly getting upset. And to think, he had actually forgiven Blaise for mistreating him and the prat still continued to walk all over him as if he were a fragile little girl.

And Potter... he still had trouble believing that the boy had been there comforting him in the astronomy tower, making sure he was okay and, Merlin, shouting that he actually cared fsbout him. The memory warmed Draco's broken heart but it wasn't enough to completely evaporate the fresh hurt that had overcome his being. He didn't even know why Harry had bothered especially after Draco completley blew him off the other day. Now it just seemed as if he was crawling back to the other boy.

Potter had been insistent on walking Draco back to his common room, to which the blonde had allowed (and was secretly grateful about), inducing a few strange looks from the few passing students they had seen. After all, it wasn't exactly a common occurence that you see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walking amiably together through a corridor, was it? The blonde had been glad that most students had been still in the Great Hall, he had had enough drama for one day. He was glad however, even though he hadn't shown it, that he had Harry's company and most importantly, now that they had patched things up. It made things a lot easier now to know that he wasn't alone. He just hoped Harry wouldn't get bored and lose interest, apparently he had that affect on people.

Rolling onto his side, Draco closed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep, he didn't know if it was possible to become tired from emotional ovrload but it certainly had worn him out. After a few brief seconds, he decided to succumb to slumber that was eagerly trying to over take his body. He didn't want to think anymore.

Next morning, Monday, Draco had awoken to the familiar sounds of Crabbe's deep breathing and Goyle's obnoxiously loud snoring and sighed in annoyance. Looking around the room, the blonde noted that Blaise's bed had remained vacant and untouched. Draco wondered why he wouldn't have returned to the dormitories when a thought occured to him that maybe Blaise had stayed the night with Chastity? Draco's blood simmered at the thought of them both together, sharing a bed, having sex, enjoying eachother's company while Draco was left alone and distressed, crying like a love sick thirteen year old over her first boyfriend dumping her. He was instantly overcome with the urge to hex both of them and was very tempted to do so even though he was sure it would never satisfy him, he didn't think a hex could compete with the aching trauma that was in his heart.