Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Draco Malfoy

I Apparate back into my room in the evening. I get a flashback of the dead bodies I saw, the people Nic tortured. That was supposed to be a training for me to get used to it apparently. 

I look around my room and it is still a mess from last night, her traces are everywhere, on the bed and on me.

I head over to the bed and I take a long sigh, I can see where she laid down. Her scent was still lingering in the sheets.

The guilt starting to wrap around me, I told her I'd meet her in class and I disappeared for an entire day without even her knowing, she must be thinking of the worst. That I am starting to ignore her again, or I'm pushing her away again.

Her memories were replaying inside my head and in my mind, the image of her naked and in my arms keep invading in my thoughts.

It was like a dream or maybe it was a dream, but even then I knew it wasn’t because it was all too real.

I have to see her, tell her that I'm not pushing her away or ignoring her, I did not disappear for the day on purpose I thought I'd be back in an hour or so, I hope she wouldn't ask much questions because I know I can't answer them. I can't tell her anything.

But I have to meet her, before she starts thinking of the worst and hates me even more.

The guilt is like a heavy weight in my chest, the fear of her hating me is even stronger and stronger the more I think about last night.

What if she thinks I'm using her, that I'm just using her for her body.

I make my way to Jones' room in the girls dormitory, and knock on her door once, twice, and three times, I wait for few seconds and I knock three times again.

I impatiently knock again "Red are you—" before I could continue the door flew open.

Brooks standing in front of me "What do you want?" She asks raising her eyebrows.

"Where's Jones?" I ask peeking in the room to catch a glimpse of Pucey.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I push the door open a little to look at Pucey.

He smiles awkwardly "Oh well—"

"She's the one you were talking about?" I say scanning hers and his face, ofcourse she was the one— she's a muggle born, smart too, was there at Zabini's party.

"Yeah?" He scratches his neck.

"I think you're forgetting my question, what do you want!" Brooks snaps stepping in front of my face.

"Where's Jones?" I ask again clearing my throat.

"Why would I tell you?" She scoffs

The more I stare at her the more irritated she becomes, I can tell she is not a fan of mine and neither am I of hers, but I do need to talk to Jones.

I look at her for few seconds and I ask "Because I wanna talk to her"

Brooks's expression went from annoyed to frustrated "Sounds like a you problem," she said to me starting to close the door.