Rival texting D.M

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"God damn, Alec, I get it. Stop knocking so much," I groan, walking to the door only to see Draco standing there with a sharp face.

"What are you doing here?" He walks into the room, not saying a word, just staring at my suitcase.

"You are not leaving," I sigh, walking by him and continuing to pack my stuff.

"Did you not fucking hear me?" He grabs my arm, turns me around, and stares at me intensely. "What the fuck do you want?"

"You are not leaving Izabella," I push him away from me, turning back around.

"It's a bit too late for now; I can't stay here."

"Yes, you can," I stare at him, beginning to get irritated. Fine, we broke it off; whatever we had is over. He has every right to be mad at me; I know I hurt him. But what did he do to me? Putting my life in danger? It's worse.

"We will fix it. Let me fucking fix it-"

"Fix what? They know where I am; someone will tell them, Draco. I dont know if you dont know this, but these people are not good, and they want me dead." He shakes his head, pacing the floor.

"I talked to Astoria,"

"Wouldnt be the first-"

"Will you shut the fuck up? Don't act like you didn't hurt me in any way. I'm trying to fix what I did, and you are acting like a fucking bitch." I stare at him, my eyes swollen from the stress and tears I hold back.

"What about your studies? What about your friends and social life? What about us? You can't fucking leave Izabella," a snort leaves my mouth.

"You came here to discuss us right now?"

"Izabella-"

"No? I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry Draco. But we dont fucking work." His gaze drops, and his intense gaze fades into a sad face.

"Just let me help you. I'll help you pack. I will come over every weekend and help you with your studies, and we can work this out."

"Draco-"

"Please, Bella, dont push me away. Not until we talk this out." I sigh, him leaning down to my level on the floor.

"My father will be here in ten," he looks down.

"Does he know?" I shake my head.

"No... I just told them about Hogwarts news; I left out the details about you..." He nods slowly.

"I'm sorry about the texts... I was messed up, and you are right. I should have told you." I look up to meet his gaze, and he has a slight smile on his lips.

"It's okay, Bella. We can talk about it another time," another time...

"Okay... But I am sorry," "I know you are. I deserved it," I shake my head.

"No, Draco," he stops me, his hand in front of my mouth.

"Yes, I did." I stay quiet as he drops his hand.

"I talked to my parents and convinced them we should have a family dinner this weekend. You and I need to talk about us; it's not over yet, Izabella. We both know"

"Why do you always call me that?" He frowns.

"Izabella?" I only nod.

"Because no one else does." I smile faintly.

"Let me fix this, us. You won't be gone forever, and when you return-"

"Draco..."

"I am not graduating Hogwarts without Izabella Violet by my side. I need my rival here, and I need it to be a real win." I chuckle a little, a few tears running down my cheeks, and I look away.