I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

15- D

And, I didn't get any sleep that night, because Y/l/n puzzled me, with her way of thinking, as it was somewhat different to my own. But I liked it.

And, her smile was a main factor of me laying here awake in the dark, the crickets at their loudest, thinking about what I was even doing.

It was barely the third day, and I had these weird thoughts that had never come to my mind, ever.

Until tonight.

I truly remembered her, standing on the sides of my dining room while the Dark Lord held his meeting there, sitting in my fathers seat, the head of the table, every time.

I could tell my father had a problem with it but it was so slight, that not even the Dark Lord could tell. I could though, as I was his son, growing up with him, he wanted order, precision, and organisation.

I could tell she felt pity on me and I hated it, I hated being pitied, I hated people being sad for me, I hated people making assumptions about me, I hated how I had to be the best at everything or my father would hurt me, I hated how my mother lied about how everything would be alright, I hated being forced to do things against my will, like doing awful things for the Dark Lord, and the best of all, I hated my father for what he put me through.

I had a lot of anger inside me, and I just wanted to be good.

I must have gotten only 2 hours of sleep, before I was woken up by Theo with a gentle push, getting up to get ready for school.

After breakfast, I made my way with Blaise and Theo to potions where I sat beside her.

"Wow," she said looking at me, her eyes moving around my face.

"What?" I asked, starting to become a bit shy.

"How much sleep did you get, be honest." She frowned a little.

"Is it that noticeable?"

She laughed. "Your skin is so pale, of course it is."

"I have to be honest, at least 2 hours." I sighed, grabbing out my potions book.

"It's okay, tonight you'll sleep better." She comforted me, taking out her own text book, and the red leather book.

But it wasn't a pity comfort. It was a nonchalant comfort. It wasn't even that much of comfort. In other words, it was quickly moved on from, and I liked that.

The teacher started barking instructions for us to copy down information from the board to our books, and we did in silence. Sometimes, casually whispering something to y/l/n while she did the same to me.

"And you've played Quidditch your whole life?" She asked, writing down material from the board, not taking her eyes off it.

"Yes you could say my father got me into it when I was really young, but this year I've opted out." I whispered, copying from the board.

"I like sports generally, like volleyball is really nice." She commented. "I play sometimes with my family and friends."

"You've got to show me sometime, I don't think I've ever heard of it."

She chuckled. "Yeah, Muggle game. Those Muggles are so creative."