Too Late to Fix [d.m x oc]

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jealousy, jealousy - olivia rodrigo

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"My jealousy, jealousy started followin' me"

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The past hour has been torture.

Absolutely, no-filter torture.

Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise are all talking about how much girls developed over the summer.

How Ashley Greengrass's ass looks so good in those tight leggings she was wearing.

Or how Delilah Moonshine's body turned into an hourglass.

Or how nice of a cleavage Bailey Train has.

I can't even mention the other thoughts they had about the girls without rolling my eyes and scoffing.

Draco said cockily, "I bet I could get any of these girls if I just wiggle my finger."

Anger washed over me and I had to use everything to keep myself from storming off.

The worst thing is, Draco isn't wrong. Turns out, I'm far from the only person that has been noticing the difference in his appearance this year. Just from walking to the compartment, I had seen countless girls throw themselves at him. I'll admit, he is handsome, but I didn't think I would be losing him so soon.

I felt hurt and ashamed. Hurt because Draco is talking so openly about his interests in other girls in front of me. Ashamed because I feel like just a friend in his eyes. 

I finally couldn't take it anymore, and stood up with tears in my eyes and shouted. 

"Fine! If you want other girls, have it your way! They wouldn't be the ones who care about you and ask about you at two in the morning. They aren't the ones that ask about how you feel, truthfully. They will never care about you as much as I do!"

"Maybe they want attention and a snog from the Slytherin Prince, but they wouldn't want to know about your feelings and whether you are okay or not." I continued.

Letting the last word fall, I turned around and finally let the tears fall.

"Talk about overreacting." I heard Crabbe mutter to Draco.

"Shut up." The sound of a fist hitting the hardwood.

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I had no clue where to go, so I decided to find Harry.

Yes, Harry Potter. The Chosen One.

For some reason, we've always been drawn toward each other.

Granted, I was always overshadowed by him and his story, but I didn't mind. To be completely honest, I liked keeping to myself most of the time. 

Draco never approved of our friendship. But at that moment, I couldn't care less.

I finally found Harry. Thankfully, he was alone in the hallway talking to the trolley lady so I had the perfect opportunity to talk to him. 

Harry noticed my teary eyes and instantly, his brows knitted together. 

He didn't ask and just held me close to him as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

I didn't cry, just stood there wrapped in his arms. Until a voice interrupted us.

"Potter, what do you think you are doing?" Draco said quietly as he narrowed his eyes dangerously at Harry.

I knew what would happen if I didn't stop this conversation so I bid Harry 'goodbye'. As I tried to get past Draco, he grabbed my hand softly and led me away.

I didn't protest.

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Now in an empty compartment, Draco held me in his arms.

Soft whispers of kind words escaped his lips.

"I'm so sorry, Ame. I didn't know you would care so much about what we said. You are my best friend, remember that. Best friends."

That's all I am and will ever be to him. 

"Best friends," Draco told me as we linked our pinkies together. 

On the first train ride to Hogwarts. Best friends since then.

But we can only be friends. I was hoping for something else.

After all,

The worst kind of attraction is when it's one-sided. 

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AN: I'm so excited about the story so far!!! 💚 💚💚