When Hearts Take Control-Draco Malfoy love story #Wattys2016

Say I told you so?

I wiped all my makeup off and washed my face. I said goodbye to Myrtle and walked out of the bathroom. The Yule Ball was still going. I wondered where Hermione was. I didn't want to go back to the ballroom. No way!

Instead, I decided to go up to the Astronomy Tower. I looked over the balcony top and breathed in the cool calming night air. The stars looked amazing from up here. It was so soothing.

I thought about everything that had just happened. When Malfoy crossed my mind, I broked down into tears again. I couldn't help it! I could just see him and Parkinson face to face. Malfoy- pinned up against the wall. Yeah, that really hurt. The tears spilled down my face continuously.

"Hannah." I heard a familiar voice behind me. 

I spun around and saw Harry- still in his dress robes. He was staring at me with a look of sorrow on his face. I suddenly felt more angry and more tears spilled down my cheeks. Harry walked up to me.

"Hey." He said, wiping some of my tears away with his fingers.

"What are you going to say, Harry?" I asked him, my voice high pitched from crying. "Rub it in my face, and say-say I told you so?" I asked him.

"No!" Harry said in surprise. "I would never do that to you. Hannah I'd never-I don't want to." He said, wrapping me in a tight hug.

I felt warm in his arms, but I pulled my way out.

"I'm sorry about that thing with Malfoy, Harry." I said to him. "But I'm not going to lie to you, because you're my best friend."

Harry took me by the hand and sat me down on a small bench next to him. He watched me, listening.

"I really liked him!" I admitted. "I did! And for a moment- on that dance floor- when he caught me from that spin like that, I just thought he'd actually liked me back!"

Harry put his arm around me and I leant onto him, wiping my tears again.

"He's just not worth it, Hannah. He doesn't deserve someone as great as you." He said to me.

"In the end it was Parkinson." I said, my eyes narrowing again. "I hate her! Can't she do something other than torture me? I wish I could get her back!" 

I sat up.

"Maybe Fred and George can help you with that." Harry laughed.

I laughed too. We went to bed later on. I went to the room and found Hermione sleeping, tears on her face. I sighed and got into my bed covers, crying myself to sleep.