limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter nineteen

I sat by the window, my hands fiddling with the edge of my skirt. The library was empty, the second task taking most people away. I, however, kept to myself. The intruding thoughts of my father's plans and his schemes

I had been foolish enough to agree to run along with it. I dug through every possible wizarding family book. There were no leads to the Waterhorse bloodline—none at all. It was as if none of us existed, even with my father's load of money.

"Aurora," Draco said, waltzing over towards me. In his hands, he held a Drumstag flag. His grey sweater drooped down his shoulders.

I turned from my seat, pulling the books towards me. "Hello there; I thought you'd be down watching the task."

"To be fair, it wasn't intriguing watching a bunch of water," Draco sighed, taking a seat across from me. His hands were playing with the books.

I looked at him, trying my best to put on a facade. I was trying to pretend as if I hadn't been lying to everyone. I was slowly shutting myself away, hoping not many people would notice. The heavy burden of my father's true allegiance

Draco looked at me with a strange gaze and asked, "What's with all this blood stuff?"

I snatched the book from his hands. "I was just wondering; you know about all that pureblood stuff."

"Well, aren't you a pureblood?" Draco laughed, cocking his brow. "My father says that your family has a long-standing history."

"There is nothing here about it," I sighed, shoving a book away from me. The relentless searching came to no avail. None at all, not one drop of answers to my questions.

Draco dropped his eyes, his hands slipping from the book. He seemed troubled by something, his eyes dropping. I looked up at him, granting him a fake smile. My eyes perked, and my cheeks went rosy. It was perfect—a perfect lie.

"Come along, Draco," I said, standing up and extending my arm. His eyes sparkled as he took me by the hand.

I walked with him in laps around the castle. We both barely spoke; for once, he didn't have anything to say. As the sky grew darker, we headed upward to the astronomy tower. Draco leant against the edge, his arms folding.

"Have you ever wished you were born into a different life?"

"..."

I turned to him, my eyebrows fusing together. Draco rubbed his arms, comforting his brewing anxiety. I pondered his question; for years, I thought it was all perfect. I had the most loving mother and friends I adored; as of recently, I questioned his exact thoughts.

"If I were, to be honest," I started, taking an inch closer to the cold nipping at me. "I had thought before that I wouldn't ever question it, not for a moment. Yet, now that everything seems to be changing, I've found myself wondering if I could have lived differently. "

"More simple, less doubt?"

"Yeah, something like that..." I muttered, looking down at the bustle of students below. My eyes follow the people laughing and enjoying themselves. I was the observer, only watching in on other people's lives.

I honestly didn't have much of a life to enjoy. Well, I wouldn't—not for a while yet. If this whole plan goes according to what my father wants, then Voldemort's return will happen, and I would have to forfeit to his side. Only for the sake of those I loved, for the sake of my own safety.

I stared at him, then at his lips. It felt as if gravity was pulling me towards him. He gazed down at me; his eyes sparkled, the light shining off them. I reach a hand to his cheek, just to feel the warmth of his skin.

Draco shudders, his breathing deeper. I wished to take him into a warm embrace. I hated myself for it; I didn't want it. I needed it. I needed the touch. I was in the clutches of his gaze. The tenderness of his smile.

But I resisted, taking my hand away. The south pole and the north pole weren't meant to collide. The earth would become unbalanced, and grave dangers would arise. No matter how strong the magnitude was, I couldn't bear the thoughts. The devastating destruction it would cause and the chaos that would follow

"Why do you torment me, Aurora?" Draco whimpered, brushing his hand over the point of my shoulder. His eyes were now darker than before, and his voice was hoarse.

I looked down once again at the people. "Maybe if it were different, maybe if we had met in an alternate timeline or some different universe, we might actually—"

"Be more than friends."

I nodded, but my word was true. My heart ached, and my chest cavity caved. I couldn't be the one to start this; it just couldn't be me. Draco was a wolf, and I was the lamb. I followed along with the pack, while he had to lead it someday.

"You know, I lied when I said I'd never seen you before." He chatted, gripping the edge of the railing, "I saw you in the library; I had asked Blaise if he had known you; he said you helped Snape with potions in the afternoons. So, I forced him to tag along and make myself known to you."

"You are the most mysterious person I have ever known, Draco Malfoy," I chuckled, taking a step back from the balcony. "I hate you for being so unknown to me."

"Just let me be known to you; let me tell you; let me be more than just someone you hate." He pleaded, his eyebrows pushing together. He tipped his hand out for me, just to take

"Draco," I muttered, my body retreating and my hand leaving. "It's just that I can't..."

Silence for a moment, ears ringing. I could choose him; I could have. But I wouldn't, at least not yet. It was too short of time and too early to tell. But he had me infatuated. Completely obsessed, even if I couldn't bear him. I only wanted to take his hand and go with him.

A/N:
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