MUDBLOOD ➼ Draco Malfoy

10

"Victoria." Draco's voice was barely audible, the low indistinct chatter was surrounding us. No one could tell he was speaking to me, but he whispered anyway.

I remain stone. "You couldn't be seen with me, remember?" I muttered, trying to sound indifferent, while jotting down some notes with my quill. Mostly doodles- but with a side of importance. Things that I needed to know for certain.

"I did what I had to do." He says in the same tone, avoiding my eyes completely. "You haven't talked to me- or a single person, this whole week. What's wrong with you?" he acted as if I was being foolish.

"You did whatever you needed to save your bloody arse, Draco. and I thought that was what you wanted, to not have anything to do with me." I shot venom in my words.

I'm not in the mood to be speaking to him. He's did enough damage already, he can't explain his way out of what he did. Because I already know why he did it. For himself, which is the only person he cares about.

"My father would have my head." He muttered more forcefully.

"I don't have an ounce of pity for you." His father may be a threat, but he's got to check his own morals first before he does anything wrong. I know good and well Draco wouldn't do half the crap he does if he wasn't so afraid of his father.

Draco's face screwed in a knot.

"Why don't you just punch me, huh? Or would a spell satisfy you?"

"I'm not punching you, Draco." No matter how much I'd love to, I'm not going to 'punch' him. "Why would you care if I haven't talked to you? What's the big deal Draco?"

Me not uttering a word to anyone is purely my decision. If people are going to make fun of everything I say, it's better to not talk. I've learned that. Blending in is my best option. I don't even care enough to talk to them anyways.

"Well, I just don't like people holding grudges on me." he retorted. 

"Oh, I don't have a grudge on you then." I flatly claimed. Finishing up my notes. 

Draco crossed his arms and leaned back into his seat. "You know what I mean." he mumbled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you trying to apologize?" 

Draco's expression remained the same. But I could see a tint in his cheeks. Apparently apologizing is something hard for him. Ha- even if he was apologizing, I wouldn't accept it. He's done too much, and no doubt he'll do it again.

Draco sighed and looked around for any listeners.

"Come on, Victoria." His tone was strange... new, the way my name fell off his lips inflamed me. It felt like he dropped our guards down with just the tone of his words. He sounded venerable. Like the real Draco, the Draco that doesn't hate me. It felt like he was pleading, like we knew each other again, or something. Rather than us pretending we never had anything to do with each other.

"Don't- don't." Merlin- he needs to stop. I can't deal with this. It's all too much. I hate feelings, I, I hate Draco.

"Yeah, alright." he said, softly. He rubbed his eyes and sighed laying his head down on the desk in front of him.

I stare at the back of his head, his white blonde hair, and sigh to myself. He really did screw up. But seeing this side of him- the real him, the him I used to know, in front of me again, is too much for me. Way too much. Because I like his personality. I know- but Merlin, he does me wrong.

The amount feelings I've pushed down for him are all coming back up at once, the anger, the admiration, the happiness, the hate. It's like everything floods back to me with just the tone of his voice.

A part of me wants to get Draco on his real side again, so we could talk like normal people instead of holding knives to each other's throats. But I bury that thought way into the back of my mind. There's no way I'm going through with this again. And no way it'll even happen. I'll never try to get Draco's attention. I don't need it. I don't need him.

Purely out of curiosity, I glance at him from time to time through out the day. It's like he's worn the same expression since we talked. Not a ounce of emotion. He looks depressed, but I don't care. Maybe he actually feels bad for what he did. Wouldn't that be nice.

I'm not entirely mad about just him telling people I forced myself on him, I'm just mad at him in general. I feel like I had so much anger bottled up that when he did that- I snapped.

I miss the old Draco Malfoy.