limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter six

"Draco, stop it!" I shrieked right as the door swung open. Snape glided into the room, his face dropping with disappointment.

I felt all the anger rise into my throat. It sent electrons down my spine; it made me shake. I dug my nails into my palms to stop myself. Draco smiled over at me; he was at the very least happy with himself.

"Right, tomorrow then, same time, you two!" Snape bellowed, grabbing us both by the collar and throwing us out.

I stumbled on my feet before turning towards Draco. He sucked his teeth and tilted his head. I held my tongue, avoiding him, and walked straight to the dorms. He followed a few steps back. I seethed with rage, the anger close to tipping over.

The door swung open, and I stormed to the girl's dorm. Ella lay on his bed, reading another wizarding punk magazine. She sat up at my harsh footsteps, throwing her magazine to the side. I thumped down, burying my head into the pillows.

My mouth let out a loud scream, which the pillows managed to muffle.

Ella chuckled, sitting down next to me. I sat up and huffed, focusing on the redness of her hair. Ella always seemed to have a new bright hair colour each year. Clearly, she felt red this year, obviously doing it to piss off her parents.

"That bad, hm?" She asked, already knowing my answer. I gritted my teeth and screamed once more into the pillow.

"He is the most insufferable vile human," I complained, clutching onto the edge of my pillow. "He got me another dentation, and he enjoyed doing it."

"I hope his hair falls out and he gets a beer gut," she insulted, flopping back down onto the ground. I giggled and turned to face her, my ears still ringing. After a moment or so, I seemed to forget all about Draco and his stupid antics.

If I had only just pushed away the thought of him like this forever. It seemed as though the thoughts intruded on me, even in my sleep. My body tossed and turned; the looming thought of him and his menacing smirk plagued me.

The door creaked as I walked out into the cold of the common room. It was early morning, and the old man chimed four times. It startled me, my body shivering at the sound. I stumbled back into the lamp, making it fall. It crashed against the hardwood floor, making a loud clang.

"Fuck shit," I stammered, picking it up fast. "Stupid fucking dumb little fuck."

"Do you mind?" A voice spat from the couch, a head popping over its back. "Some of us enjoy the quiet?"

My brother's grey eyes glared at me, and he turned away to face the green fire. I made my way towards him, covering myself in a blanket. He side-eyed me, being his usual annoyed self. I tucked into the corner of the couch, my feet under my sides.

Valentine never slept well; it must be a family trait. He flipped carelessly through the pages of an antique book. His eyes moved left and right quickly, and a picture was held in his right hand. I peered over at the picture, which seemed innocent.

"Stop snooping, Rura." He sighed, placing the picture in his pocket. "What are you doing up this late?"

I shrugged, my fingers rubbing the fabrics of the blanket together. "I could ask you the same thing: dreams, nightmares, insomnia, the usual..."

He nodded, shuffling closer to the fireplace. Valentine always looked so sad; he was born with a frown. My mother always fussed over him, trying her hardest to make him happier. I'd given up trying at about six or seven. We enjoyed the silence of each other the most, never having to try hard.

"Written to father yet?"

"No, you?"

"Yes, he wrote back this time, actually."

I raised my brows, and my father never wrote back. He always remained far away somewhere, in his big house. I visited three summers ago, only to be met with the servants. He was on an 'unforeseen' work trip, always the same. I did write to him, rarely receiving anything back. I'd be lucky to get a letter once a year.

"Really? What did he say?" I inquired, my curiosity sparking. Valentine closed his eyes and sighed.

He went to speak, but held back his words. Valentine was good at keeping secrets; he hid them under his skin. He let people confide in him, always keeping his secrets and using them well. I've never seen anyone pay for anything of his with money; it was always a secret.

"How everyone was, what life was like here, if I'd made the quidditch team again?" he rambled on, slowly growing more agitated.

"That's unlike him," I hesitated, my words dragging along the tip of my tongue. "Lucky you."

"Yeah, lucky me," Valentine muttered, throwing the picture into the fireplace. I didn't question him; he already seemed in an off mood.

After our short conversation, I fell asleep. My dreams are intruded by the scents of paper books and fern leaves. I awoke at an odd hour with students bustling around me. Everyone seemed to ignore the fact I slept outside the dorms—all except Ella, of course.

"This better not become a regular thing." She scowled as we walked in sync to defend against the dark arts. It was not exactly my favourite of classes; it always seemed fairly boring.

"Of course not; I was just up late studying; I must have just fallen asleep."

We entered, and everyone seemed to be in happy spirits. The Slytherins always sat on the left side, towards the back. We kept it from everyone else; it was taboo to mingle. Of course, though, Ella and I mingled. That had to be outside of the classroom; otherwise, we are completely shunned.

I slumped down into my seat, stretching the edge of my desk. Our latest professor hobbled in, his fake eye darting around the room. Ella gave me a look; she must be sparking a new theory. She had a deranged idea that every DADA teacher was cursed and couldn't last more than a year.

"Quite down, you lot quiet!" He bellowed, my eyes meeting his. He raised his brows and coughed under his breath. What an odd person! Then again, we've never had a normal professor.

Picking up the chalk and scribbling down his name, "Alstar Moody, ex-auror, ministry malcontent, and your new defence against the dark arts teacher,"

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Hi there my love, 

Okay so I know for like a few chapters I haven't said anything. Whoops. But if you don't know, my name is Pinky. I'm a young apprising writer with a silly dream of being an author one day (I also love Harry Potter). I began actually writing this and creating these characters back in 2021, during a hard time in my life. 

I associated a lot of the things I felt at the time with my writing. But I never had the courage to post it. I do however have big plans for this book, and really hope whoever reads it can give them comfort. 

Most of it is prewritten and I'm just adding more as I go. So some chapters might not have an author's note. 

Just thought I'd add a little note here for shits and gigs :)

I also use an editing system, like Grammarly. But, it's not always correct. And I have dyslexia, so if you see a spelling mistake or grammatical error give me a head up. 

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