(Draco's Pov)
The bath did help Aurelia, but we were back to square one.
"I wanna sit." She cried.
"Okay, let's sit."
We were in her dorm washroom, I was doing her hair. I sat her on the couch and brushed.
"What would you like?"
"Braid?" She said.
"French or normal?"
"French." She said.
I nodded and parted her hair. I started with her braid when my phone buzzed.
Aurelia looked at me.
I continued with her hair and my phone kept buzzing.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Mattheo."
"Can you tell him I'm busy?"
She started typing then froze.
"Mattheos really worried. He said come to his dorm now."
"Well you're having a low day, I'm not leaving you. Call him and put it on speaker."
She nodded and called him.
"What's up?" I said.
"You need to come now, somethings going on with Astoria."
"You can't handle it?" I said.
"Draco I'm scared. I'm giving her the phone."
I heard shuffling, and a soft voice.
"D-Draco?" Said Astoria.
"What's going on?"
"I can't breathe, I feel dizzy."
"Can you give the phone to Mattheo please."
I heard her handing it to him.
"What we're you doing before this?" I said.
"We shagged, then talked."
"What did you a say?"
"I got a little worked up and I, yelled."
Shit.
"Alright give her the phone." I said.
He handed it back.
"Astoria you're having a panic attack. Listen to my voice and do what I say. I'm coming."
(Aurelia's Pov)
We got to Mattheo's dorm and Astoria was on the floor. Draco picked her up, and placed her on the bed.
"I'm here Astoria, you're safe alright?"
She nodded.
"Astoria we're gonna take deep breaths together." He said.
She inhaled and gasped.
"I can't!"
"You can, come on." Said Draco softly.
My heart was racing for her, but Draco was so calm, and collected.
I don't know how he does it.
Mattheo looked at me and his face was pale.
"Let's try again. Breathe in." Said Draco.
She inhaled.
"Good, now hold it."
She closed her eyes and Draco rubbed her face.
"Now exhale." She let her breath out.
"H-hot." Said Astoria.
"Can you guys fan her?"
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A Losing Game
FanfictionYou'd think starting a new school in year 7 would be stressful. But it's not, not for me. My goal is to focus on myself, graduate, and get the fuck out of here. Move across the world, leave this shitty place. It's not like my parents would miss...
