Fake

EIGHT

You gave him a smile before leaving. As you entered the dungeons, your smile faded and you became nervous. Sitting on a bench, you saw him. Draco stood up and hurried over. He wore his all black tux, as usual. "What took you so long?" he demanded, impatience glinting in his eyes. 

"Complications." You said shortly.

He scoffed, anger flaring. He took your hand and dragged you down the hall. "What?" You asked

"Complications." he growled

"Draco Malfoy, what are you-" faster than you could comprehend, he opened a door to a decent sized broom closet and pulled both of you in, quickly shutting the door. His hand went to cover your mouth. In the darkness, the light from the crack between the door and door frame fell upon his face. He closed his eyes, not making a sound. You heard voices from in the hall.

"I told you he'd come back. All it took was fluttering my eyelashes at him," said a high-pitched voice.

"I know, he's, like, completely obsessed with you," said another voice, a girl

 "What about that one girl?" said a different girl. 

Pansy, in her high-pitched stupid voice, said. "Please, I'm not worried about that Mudblood. She could never hold Draco's attention for long." They had stopped walking. Draco opened his eyes, silently begging you to say quiet. You were flustered by Draco's closeness, his hand still over your mouth, his ring cold against your skin. But why was he hiding from Pansy? Besides, He only has eyes for me. She continued. "He said that she was just a stupid Mudblood... Then he kissed me... I brought her up again, and he said she was a useless Gryffindor-" she continued, but you stopped listening. You were staring at Draco accusingly.

"Y/n," he mouthed, "Wait. You shoved his hand away, heart pounding angrily. He moved his hands to your arms and pinned you against the wall. "Don't" he whispered, voice dark. His face was dangerously close to yours. Your heart ached painfully, but you didn't let him notice that you were hurt. You smelled his cologne off his shirt and the mint of his breath. You glared into his gray-blue eyes, waiting for Pansy and her friends to leave. Finally, their voices faded away.

 Draco let you go and pushed open the door. You got out, then him. You stared at the floor, holding back tears. "Yn." his voice was soft and gentle. "Look at me, y/n." You forced yourself to meet his eyes. "I don't love Pansy" "W-what?" you stuttered, confused.

"It's a forced thing. My parents want us to date." He confessed, never looking away from your eyes. "I never did, or will, see her that way. She was never even a friend. But my father thinks she and I are good together. I wanted to get out of it. So, I found you. I always had this.... attraction toward you. You demanded my attention just by entering the room. I longed to be near you. Now, it's almost unbearable. I don't want this to hurt you. That's why I kept my distance after we fought. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you." You stared, unable to look away. "Forgive me." He begged. With a shock like lightning you saw drops of water fall down his face from his eyes. Draco Malfoy was crying.

You stepped forward and cupped his face in your hands. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. You wiped away his fears with your thumbs. "Draco... Look at me, Draco." He did as asked. "We'll get through this, okay? And of course I forgive you. You think I could just let you go? No, because I love you. And they will never change that." 

"We can't tell them... Eventually, but..." He opened his eyes. 

You nodded. "I understand... But your mine, got it?"

He smirked, "Okay, Princess,"