"You w-w-what?" Draco whispered as his face went pale.
"I- I- love you Draco Malfoy. And I always have! And I can't help it! I've tried and tried to hate you but it doesn't block the feelings I have for you. And ever since you have been hanging out...
AN: Im gonna skip the every chapter poem cause I don't feel like writing it now.
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In the wake of that unforgettable night, Draco had veiled himself in a cloak of silence, ignoring me for a relentless two weeks. The weight of unspoken words and unaddressed emotions hung heavily between us, a testament to the complexities of navigating a friendship that had taken an unexpected turn.
As I grappled with the unrelenting silence, trying to comprehend what had transpired between us, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Mionie. "Where's your other half?" she inquired, dragging me back to the present. Confused, I questioned, "Who?" Knowing well who she meant. Draco, the little white ferret, as she endearingly called him.
She pried into our apparent separation, noting that we hadn't been seen together lately. "I don't... know," I lied, the truth buried beneath layers of pride and unspoken pain. The reality was that Draco's deliberate avoidance stemmed from a night we both wished to erase but couldn't.
Mionie offered her comforting words, expressing hope that whatever had Draco withdrawing would soon dissipate. "Me too," I echoed, though my appetite was nonexistent. The tension in the air grew palpable as I mechanically forced myself to eat, anticipating the impending nausea that often followed skipping breakfast.
My attention unwittingly shifted to Draco and Lilly, an unexpected pairing that sent a jolt through me. Our eyes collided briefly, and a look of disdain emanated from him, swiftly masked by Lilly's possessive gestures. Questions flooded my mind. Did he resent me for the unexpected tryst? Was it a reflection of regret or disappointment?
The glance Draco shot my way left me questioning myself—had I been inadequate in bed, or was it a mere manifestation of the awkwardness between us? The sight of Draco and Lilly together robbed me of my appetite entirely, a foreboding sign that I would indeed fall victim to the nausea I had sought to avoid.
__________ Later that day
The sickness lingered, persisting despite my attempts to will it away. All I craved was the solace of my dorm, the sanctuary where I could lose myself in books and the enchanting world of spells. Oddly, magic came naturally to me, a peculiarity considering my family's lack of prowess in the subject, or so I was led to believe.
Choosing to play hooky, I made my way back to the Slytherin common room, yearning for the comfort of solitude. A wave of nausea struck again as I traversed through the common room, drawing curious glances from fellow students. The desperate need to escape those inquisitive stares guided my hasty journey to the dormitory.
Upon entering my dorm, I could feel the bile rising. The inevitable sickness seized me once more, prompting a frantic sprint towards the bathroom. A familiar voice echoed through the corridor, calling my name. Ignoring the pleas to stop, I pressed forward, knowing that any pause would unleash the remnants of the meager meal I had earlier.
Blaize and Theo, my companions in this unexpected chase, burst into the bathroom, concern etched across their faces. Blaize, ever the caring friend, gathered my hair to prevent it from becoming entangled in the impending purge. Theo, the nurturing figure, swiftly filled a glass with water, extending it towards me.
"I'm fine, guys! Just skipped a meal, happens all the time. Don't worry," I reassured them, well-versed in deflecting unwanted concern. The duality of their care, balancing between attentiveness and a pragmatic acknowledgment of my independence, brought a strange comfort.
Theo, ever the worrier, suggested seeking Madame Pomfrey's advice if these bouts of sickness persisted. "I'm fine, Theo. I've told you already. Nothing to worry about!" I asserted, dismissing the notion. I could feel their caring gaze linger even as I rose to attend to my post-sickness rituals.
"Okay, if you say so. We're off to Quidditch practice. If you need us, you know where to find us," Theo declared, punctuating his statement with a tender kiss on the top of my head.
With their departure, the room embraced a momentary solitude. Opting for escapism, I resolved to delve into the enchanting pages of "Romeo and Juliet," seeking solace in the realms of literature until sleep claimed me.
_____________ A few days later
The silence from Draco stretched on, a perplexing enigma that left me questioning the intricate workings of his mind. The boundaries we could set seemed like mere illusions, shattered by the unexpected entanglement that occurred between us. A bewildering mixture of emotions swept over me, oscillating between the desire to understand and the impulse to remain blissfully ignorant.
Theo, the ever-watchful 'mother' of our group, interrupted my contemplation with a question that veiled genuine concern. "Have you eaten today?"
"Yes, Theo. I had toast, eggs, bacon, and a blueberry biscuit, just so you're informed," I replied, grabbing a book from the shelf to distract myself.
"Good. I came in here to get a potions book, but then I saw you, so I suppose you took them all, you nerd," he teased, grabbing a random book.
"Actually, I don't need any potions books because I'm just a smart cookie," I quipped, settling down at the nearest table, with Theo trailing behind.
Theo mentioned his plan to spend time with Draco, a revelation that caused a twinge of discomfort. His immediate remorse indicated that he sensed the tension in the air. "Sorry, I know you all are fighting. I probably shouldn't have told you that! Damn it, Theo! Why am I so dumb?" he exclaimed, self-punishment manifesting as a gentle head-slap.
"No, no, it's okay. We just... Yeah, I don't know. But you can hang out with him; I don't really care. Don't wanna ruin your friendship with him like I did mine," I chuckled, recognizing my penchant for unintentionally complicating things.
"Are you sure? Honestly, Draco is a douchebag," Theo declared with an expression that dared me to disagree. Truthfully, he had a point; Draco's demeanor wasn't always the most pleasant. Ask anybody, and they'd likely concur.
"I'm positive. Go hang out with the douchebag!" I said with a smile, a surprising acceptance I never thought I'd vocalize.
Theo, tapping into his motherly instincts, leaned over and kissed me on the head. "Alright, bye. Study hard with whatever you're studying," he wished me well before exiting the room.
The weight of my books felt heavier than usual as I delved into my studies. The normally invigorating pursuit of knowledge now seemed draining, an arduous task against the backdrop of unanswered questions and unresolved conflicts. Time to study, indeed, but the endeavor felt like navigating through treacherous waters, each chapter and parchment laden with the unspoken complexities of my strained friendship with Draco.
__________ Not proud of this chapter! Most definitely will work on it but it is what it is for now. Again I'm so excited to write this out cause I already know how it plays out, all the way to the end! Thanks to my bestie for helping me with the ideas of to this even though she has no idea what she's talking bout cause she's never watched Harry Potter before. Love you my lil B-Warms -Demi <3
