The Lock To His Key

77. Burned/Muffliato 15 🔥👀

(Isabella's Pov)
May 4th
It's been a week since it all happened.
Jackson left.
No ones heard another word from him.

Draco and I dorm together again, but things haven't been all happy.

A lot of guilt came with the situation, even though the only person at fault was Jackson.

Draco's still on anti depressants. He's happier, but he didn't just snap back to normal.

(Draco's Pov)
This sucks because I still feel at fault for all the pain I caused Isabella.

She's been extra clingy ever since we've learnt the truth. Sometimes I feel she doesn't fully trust me. I know she does, but it's hard.

(Mattheo's Pov)
I'm happy that Isabella, and Draco are okay.
But I feel uneasy letting Jackson go like that. Who knows what he's capable of.

He came back once, what if he comes back again. We ended on a rough note.

I should've done something that wouldn't make him come back.

(Theo's Pov)
Miones, and I went to a cafe.

Everyone else calls her Mione, but I call her Miones.

It sounds like I'm saying mine, I like it.

"This is so unexpected." She said.
"What is baby?"

"Us dating. I'd always thought it be Ron, maybe Mattheo. You came outta nowhere."

"Disappointed?" I said.
"Absolutely not. Theodore you swept me off my feet. You're such a gentleman. Ron couldn't give me that." She said.

"And Mattheo?" I said.

"Mattheos better with Astoria. I just feel so much more attracted to you. You're my dream man." Said Miones.

I smiled, and she reached over, wiping my mouth.

"You got crumbs." She said.
"Yeah? Come lick it off." I said.

She reached over, and sucked my bottom lip.
"In public? Freaky."

(Enzo's Pov)
Isabella's dorming with Draco now, and Ginny moved in with Harry.

That leaves Pans and I alone.

I like to think there's something brewing, but Pans keeps things friendly.

Except at night. We always spice things up at night. Although she was off today.

She was on a different bed, and she had this tense look on her face.

I sat next to her. She was lying on her back, and her hands were on her forehead.

"What's going on?" I asked rubbing her arm.
"Head hurts."
"Why?" I asked.
"Cause."

I placed her head in my lap.

"Close your eyes." I said.
She closed her eyes, and I rubbed her head.

"Been thinking a lot." She said.
"About?"

She sat up, and looked at me.

"You."
"Whys that?" I asked.

She leaned against the headboard, and closed her eyes again.

"I think I like you." She said.
"It's about time." I laughed.

"I think I like you romantically."
"Whys that bothering you?" I asked.

"Because I never wanted to." She said.

"You fell for my charms." I smirked.
She looked at me with a straight face.