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Dracos pov
Seeing her earlier in that dress was torture. But, the thing that was even more torturous was that blonde man...
Is he the rebound?
I mean he is similar to me. Blonde. Pureblood (possibly) Male. Tall.
But he is: Slightly taller than me. Bright blue eyes. Long hair. A scar through his eye- maybe he was in a war...
The only war I've been in is a class with Potter and his stupid mudbloods.
I take a swig of my fire whiskey before lifting my wrist to see the time.
4:34 am
Fuck.
The truth is I haven't left the chair since Eleanor touched my chin. I miss the warmth of her touch. The feeling of her hands running through my hair. I miss everything.
Everything blurs around me as I stare at the ring she gave me last year. Even though our fall out I couldn't bring myself to take it off.
Bel- Annabelle attempted to take it off of my finger multiple times. But, I refused. It was the only thing that I have left of Eleanor - apart from the memories. But they only last so long.
I run my fingers down my face. It's been months since we broke up. And I'm still not over her. I didn't care for about 2 months and then it hit me how much it pained to not have her wrapped in my arms or see her and my mother laughing. Even though my father can be a dick sometimes, (and he has priorities in the wrong place at times) he never met Eleanor – I'm sure she would sort him out immediately.
I hear laughs from outside the common room. A rare laugh. Her laugh. Eleanor's laugh.
She's back.
I'm sure if I wasn't drunk out of my mind I would've stayed where I was and wallow in self-pity.
But I'm drunk. And all of a sudden I'm really confident. Like I'm on a mission.
Mission to get my girl back Yes. That's it. Wooh.
I push myself from the leather chair, I nearly trip over my own feet from my drunkenness but I manage. My feet carry me to the doors. My hand wraps around the door handle before yanking it open.
As soon as stepped outside my heart dropped.
There she was. Kissing the blonde man. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
Instead of her usual attire of heels and dresses, she's wearing combat boots, black pants, and a long-sleeved shirt. Her hair is tied up giving me the view of her make-up-free face.
She looked exquisite.
Jealousy runs through me like fire. My fists tighten. My breath quivers.
I can't let him have her. She's mine. Mine to love.
"Get off of her!" I charge towards him.
Eleanor breaks the kiss, thankfully, and stares at me. She's mortified.
"Oh isn't it the boy who fucked everything up," The man says snarkily, he takes a few steps forward.
"Leave her alone!"
"Oh please, you messed everything up, and I'm thankful for it..." The man is millimeters away from my ear, "Because now... I can earn her love, we'll live happily ever after whilst you... You will just continue to pick the wrong side and ruin everything you have," He pushes me back, causing me to fall to the floor.
The man turns to Eleanor, "Goodnight mon petit guerrier," He kisses her lips before pulling back, "If he bothers you, you tell me, alright?"
"I'm a grown woman, I can deal with him in my own way," I hear her say.
"Oh... I know," He kisses her neck.
Eleanor tilts her head to the side... Revealing hickies.
Oh fuck no.
Even though my pride has gone, my anger hasn't.
I storm towards the fucker, my vision red, adrenaline rushing through me.
My vision spins. I don't even know what I'm doing. My breathing is heavy.
Eleanor's hand flies in the air without warning.
A black snake shoots from her arm. Fangs at large. Piercing red eyes. Murder is its motive.
Bane.
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A/n
Well... Short chapter but the end is next. The next update will be the epilogue 🙌
This has been such a long journey but hopefully the next chapter will deliver your standards.
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Remember to drink and eat plenty and sit tight for the last chapter.
