Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

77

Athena Jones

I rub my eyes trying to comprehend everything that had happened in past few hours. Draco coming to meet me him leaving me again, me falling back into the void, Nicolas finding me, then me asking him to stay, him agreeing then me falling asleep— even though I didn't want to— on top of him on the couch which was oddly comforting, then him telling me I've been falling into void because I've been... lonely?

The concept of loneliness being a cause of my void experiences was strange—it felt unsettling to consider the idea of being affected by something so basic as human connection. Nicolas's words echoed in my mind, 'The key to overcoming solitude is human connection, which means you're going to have to do something you despise: talk to me'

The thought of spending time with him more than I already do made my stomach turn, but I would have to do that either way.

I groan, feeling embarrassed by the turn of events. How could I have fallen asleep on him like that?

He was a dick, but he was the only thing connecting me to the outside, and deep down I realized how much I was starting to depend on him for human interaction, and that just upset me.

Even now, I could recall the comfort I seemed to find in being close to him, despite my dislike of him. It was irritating, to say the least.

But then the memory flooded back to me— If one single tear comes out of those eyes, I walk out of here

Those moments felt so real, and somehow, it seemed as if his touch had provided me with some sort of healing power. I shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts from my head, blaming it on the fatigue. How could I even consider relying on him for emotional fulfillment? He was just Draco's brother, and I was just a torn on his side. He was a heartless prick, and I hated him.

I would rather face my void experiences alone than have him take care of me every time I fall into the void.

But I knew he was right; I couldn't go on falling into the void like that, especially not when it weakened me and left me so vulnerable. The mere thought of him having the upper hand in front of me was intolerable. I would have to endure spending more time with him to overcome this problem. I would have to learn how to use magic even in my state of weakness.

I cleaned myself up, shaking off any memories from last night, he came back in the afternoon, almost dragging me out the cabin again why does he have to be so mean all the time

"Try to atleast push me behind, don't waste my time like you did last time" he adds making me roll my eyes as I put my plam up in his direction the tiny red particles swirling into a ball in front of my hand.

"Well, finally some progress," he remarks, standing a few feet away from me, watching the red particles form in the palm of my hand. "Now, try to project the magic towards me, see if you can push me back like last time"

I glare at him, feeling annoyed that he has to be so demanding all the time. But I focus on the task and try to channel my energy towards him. As I try concentrate, I shoot it in his direction but clearly it wasn't enough because he hasn't moved a bit.

Without waiting for my reaction he flicks his wand sending a white light in my direction making me fall down on my ass on the grass, just like last time this asshole

I groan as I hit the ground, the force making me stumble backwards. I scowl up at Nicolas, frustration boiling inside me. "What was that for?" I glare at him, my eyes filled with anger.

He stands there, his wand pointed at me. "You call that magic?" he says, his tone tinged with mockery. "What's that magic in your hand supposed to do? Tickle me to death?"