Professor Malfoy

32 | day three

Chapter 32
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"You sure you're not ill?" Theo asks me for the fiftieth time.

I roll my eyes, "I told you, I'm fine,"

It is a lie. I am not, and won't be, no matter how hard I try. I stretch my arms out into the air with a silent grunt and look at Theo and Zion both sitting on the edge of my bed. They came early in the morning to check up on me. I'm not sure why.

"You don't look fine," Zion raises his brows.

I give him a pissed look, "thank you very much,"

"Do you want me to call for a doctor?"

I throw myself back to the bed, "I'm not sick, just tired,"

"Tired of what? You don't do anything..."

No matter how rude it sounds, he's right. For the past three days, I haven't done anything else than attended a few lessons and laid in my bed.

All of sudden, Theo's phone starts beeping. He takes it out of his pocket and looks at the message. "I have to go."

He stands up from my bed with a grunt and with one more look at me with his tired eyes, he nods "bye" and leaves my room. I saw he wanted to tell me something. Zion and me exchange faces.

"He has someone, doesn't he?" I ask him and sit up.

Zion rubs his eyelids, but doesn't say anything. He's wearing a black T-shirt revealing his arm tattoos and a pair of grey comfy sweatpants.

"Doesn't he?" I repeat with annoyed voice.

He starts walking around my bed, trying not to answer my question, but I'm not giving him a choice.

"I didn't want to be the one to tell you..." he mumbles and scratches the top of his head.

With a roll of my eyes, I sigh. So he has someone. I don't know why they make such a big deal about it.

"Are you okay?" He asks me carefully.

I shrug my shoulders. "Why shouldn't I be? He deserves to be happy,"

"I know that girl, she's always been weirdly obsessed with him..."

I chuckle, "I'm not surprised...after me, it was obvious he'd find someone who's actually into him,"

He leans against the cold windowsill with his arms crossed by his chest. The silver earring he's wearing is sparkling when the metal meets a single sun ray.

"Harsh," he mumbles with amusement.

"It's a harsh world, baby," I flick my tongue. He holds my gaze and narrows his eyes at my face, probably at the huge bags under my eyes.

"Indeed."

Both of us remain quiet for a long while. I'm playing with my hair, still dressed in my pajama while Zion stares out of the window on a half rainy-half sunny day. I guess that's how I feel right now - partially normal, partially sad.

Draco's been gone for three days now and we haven't talked much yesterday. Actually, I'm not sure if we said more than a few words for the whole day. I get it, he's busy.

"You miss him,"

I raise my eyes to look at his. "I do..."

"How long?"

"Two weeks."

Day three out of 14. Too long, it's still too long.