Emerald - Draco Malfoy

36

I woke up early in the morning.  

I had to slither out from Draco's grip.  

Draco didn't move a muscle, as I left his room and returned to the Gryffindor hall. 

Did I just.... with Draco?

I was supposed to be ignoring him!

I was supposed to hate him. 

I let Draco back in... after he betrayed me... after his father almost killed me, and my friends. 

I hated myself for not being able to resist Draco.

I hated myself for letting him back in.

The next morning everyone said their goodbyes, as we had just finished another year at Hogwarts. 

Draco stood tall across the field, we both looked at each other as our friend groups passed.  

Butterflies danced in my stomach, as I thought about the night before. 

The memories of Draco from last night flashed in my head, making my cheeks turn red. 

He didn't say a word, I didn't either. 

We just looked at each other.  

...

Another summer I spent alone, and in my room.  

The only difference was that Draco wrote to me.  

It started out sweet little notes, until a week before school started.  

His owl appeared at my window. 

I took the note from its beak. 

I won't be writing anymore.    Things are hard, everything is getting darker.  I don't want you to get hurt. 
I don't want you getting wrapped up in this mess.
I know you'll be mad at me, I don't see how you wouldn't be.

I hope you understand. 

Don't forget about how we used to be.

Don't forget about our promise.

- Draco Malfoy

"What!? What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I gasped. 

I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. 

What's that supposed to mean?

Are you ok?

Are you ending this, whatever this is?
- C

I handed the paper to his owl.  
His owl flew off, and returned quickly.  
His owl dropped the note on the floor, before flying away into the night. 

I grabbed the note off the ground, and opened it.  

Goodbye for now, my love. - Draco Malfoy

Did Draco just break things off with me? A week before school?

We weren't dating, but still. 

He wrote to me every day over the summer.  

What caused things to change?

I waited, and waited for Draco to write again, but he never did.