Serpent's Veil || Draco Malfoy.

Lost in Emily

Draco's POV

As she walks away, my mind is a whirlwind.

Bloody hell, what just happened?

I finally made a move on the girl I've had a crush on since we were kids. 

I've been waiting for this moment for ages, yet it feels strange. 

I didn't expect it to hit me like this—damn it, I feel like a man possessed.

Her moans echo in my head, and I can't shake the memory of her body pressed against mine. The way she grabbed my jacket, the bite on my lip—I'd never seen her like that before. She was completely out of control.

And so was I. 

I've never felt anything like it.

I liked it. A lot.

Now I'm standing here, alone, feeling like a complete idiot. 

What was I thinking, letting it go that far? 

If we hadn't been interrupted, who knows what would have happened? 

Would I have taken it further? 

Would we have crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed?

It gnaws at me, the nagging realization that she's with my bloody best friend.

Sure, they're not official. 

They're not dating, whatever you want to call it. 

But he has feelings for her—can't blame him, really; it's painfully obvious. 

They've shared a history and watching them together stirs a possessiveness in me that I didn't know I had.

I don't know if she feels the same way about him, but it's hard enough watching them all over each other to bring myself to ask. 

Besides, if I did ask, it would look like I cared.

And that can't happen.

I just can't let it happen.

But hell, she's got me all twisted up inside. 

The way her body responded to me, those fucking shivers—I bet she doesn't react that way when he touches her.

I mean, I know she's into me more than she ever was with Nott. 

I can see it in the way she glances at me, those lingering looks that linger just a beat too long. 

It's intoxicating, and it drives me fucking mad.

And I'm definitely into her.

This isn't me, though—losing control like this over a girl. 

Usually, they're the ones who lose it over me, and I'm used to getting my way. 

I'm Draco Malfoy, for fuck's sake; I don't chase. 

I'm the one who's chased.

But she's not just some girl; she's Emily fucking Greenleaf.

She's the one for me, not him. 

And I know it deep down.

We're so similar yet so different, and no one has ever made me feel the way she does. 

No matter who I'm with—Pansy or anyone else—she always pops into my mind. 

It's intoxicating: her sweet laugh, those piercing green eyes that could convince me to do anything. 

The moments we bicker, those charged exchanges at the party—they're etched in my mind like a drug I can't quit. 

I can't help but think of the tension that hangs in the air, the way we play off each other, the heat building between us.

I have to figure this out. 

I need to get to her somehow.

I can't just stand here like an idiot, caught between what I want and what I think I should do. 

I need to know how she feels. 

I need to know if she thinks about me the way I think about her.

I have to make a move, take a risk, and confront this mess head-on. 

Because if I don't, I might just lose her to someone else, and that's not a fate I can bear.

It's time to stop overthinking and start acting. 

She deserves that much from me. 

And I deserve a chance to figure out what the fuck this all means.