Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Athena Jones.

It's been half an hour Nicolas hadn't come inside neither has Draco I have no idea what they're talking about and I've been on the couch crying, it's hurts to hurt him.

I feel like a coward as I lay on the couch, tears streaming down my cheeks. I want to go out there and apologize, to fix things, but I'm scared. I'm scared of what they're saying, of what he's feeling, of what will happen if I go out there.

So I lay here instead, my heart breaking, waiting for him to come back. Hoping that he'll still want to talk to me.

After what feels like an eternity, I hear the sound of the front door opening and Nicolas' familiar footsteps approaching. Draco's gone. Again. I take in a deep breath sitting up his face is tensed but as he looks at me he reaches for me sitting down on the edge of the couch taking my face in his hands

He wipes away a tear from my cheek gently "Why are you crying?"

"I feel terrible," I admit, my voice shaking. "I made things worse between you two"

He sighs, brushing a strand of hair out of my face "It’s not your fault," he says softly. "Draco and I have been fighting for years, it’s nothing new."

"But now it's because of me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "Because of how you feel about me. It's my fault and I don't know how to fix it"

“Don't do that," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "Don't blame yourself for things you can't control,"

"Are you okay? What did he say to you? I tried to tell him to not blame you— you were the one holding back I tried —"

"I'm fine," he says, but I can tell that it's a lie. He's not okay, but he's trying to put on a brave face for me. I can see the hurt in his eyes, in the way he's holding himself, and it breaks my heart.

“Please... talk to me," I say softly, reaching out to take his face In my hands "Tell me what's going on in your mind, I want to know"

He sighs heavily, his shoulders slumped. “What's there to say?” he says finally.

“You can start by talking to me,” I say, my voice gentle. “Tell me what you're thinking. What you’re feeling. I don't want you to shut me out”

He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes searching my face. I can see the internal struggle in his expression, the conflicting emotions. Finally, he takes a deep breath pulling me closer burying his face into my neck as I leaned back onto the armrest letting him laynon top of me "Let's not"

"Let's not what?" I ask softly, my fingers running gently through his hair.

"Let's not talk about it," he says, his voice low and husky. "Not tonight."

I can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tightly, like he's holding himself back. I know he's hurting, and it tears me apart inside. "Nic," I say softly, my voice filled with worry “Please..."

He tightened his grip around my waist nuzzling his face into my neck. I know he doesn't like to be vulnerable, I know he would never show or talk.

I can feel his breath against my skin, his body shaking slightly, like he's struggling to keep himself together. He's hurting, and it kills me to see him like this. I want to make it better, but I don't know how. All I can do is hold him.

I feel a wetness on my skin and realize that he's crying, silently. I knew it I said anything it'd make it worse. I know I shouldn't say anything.

So I don't say anything. I just hold him tighter, running my fingers through his hair. Slowly, his breathing begins to steady, his body relaxing against mine. The tears stop, but his grip remains tight, like he's holding onto me for dear life.