MUDBLOOD ➼ Draco Malfoy

14

I woke to a sudden low knocking at my door. The thuds startled me, and I began to wonder how long I've been asleep. One AM, The clock read- I had been asleep for at least ten hours.

Who would be knocking at my door this late? Our curfew is at nine, so if its Archie, I hope he's keeping himself well hidden.

Archie is an amazing friend. Hufflepuffs really are loyal, I suppose. But I don't need him to check on me. I'm fine. I think that he thinks Draco offended me, or something. But he definitely didn't, I'm used to it. The only reason I would allow him coming to talk to me this late at night would be for him, if he absolutely needed to talk to me, or if he was in trouble.

I sighed, peeled the warm blanket off of my body, and made my way to the door- rubbing my eyes and yawning.

As I turned the knob and opened the dark wooden door, I was greeted by a different blonde, one other than Archie- Draco.

His grey eyes were red and puffy, a layer of gloss laying over them as he held on my door frame for support. Had he been crying?

"Victoria." He managed to get out. His breath wreaked of alcohol, and I was immediately frightened. I began to back away, afraid of what he would do. Punch me? Kiss me? Ruin my life again?

I didn't answer, so he took steps forward and backed me into my room. Right now I wish it was Archie who stumbled through the door. The last time something like this happened, Draco practically destroyed my social life, not that I even had one to begin with.

His tear stained cheeks haunted me to no end- the last time he cried in front of me was way too long ago, it was about something silly, but still... I remember.

"I- hey, I'm sorry alright?"

"You're drunk." I muttered, turning my back to him.

"Because I wanted to say I'm sorry." He stated, holding a small note in his hand, he handed it to me and I didn't dare read it now, but I clutched it in my hands.

"You couldn't do that sober?" Tears started to brim in my eyes, as I stared into his broken ones.

"Be with me." he walked toward me, I took a step back.

"Be with me Victoria." I stood still, and turned around.

No, this can't be happening. Not like this. The blush on my cheeks inflamed my entire body. My stomach leapt, and the pressure on my lungs was so tight I found it hard to breathe.

Draco's lips struggled to find mine- it all happened so fast, I pushed him away before he got the chance to kiss me.

Draco tumbled into the floor, got up, then started to storm out of the door, before I caught him.

"Don't- Don't leave, Draco." I mumbled, holding onto the sleeve of his black shirt.

"Tell me something... why do you make my life miserable? Why do you keep saying the things you do, acting like you don't like me?" Tears began to spill from my eyes, this is all happening too fast. And out of all this, I can't believe he still thinks that he needs to be intoxicated to show his feelings.

Draco groaned and ignored my question, hitting himself in the head.

"You and that... that mudblood are a thing, aren't you? That's why you won't be with me? Is that it? What does he have that I don't have?" He was yelling, and I began to fear that everyone would wake up, or complain.

"We are friends Draco! and even after all this apologizing you still manage to call someone a 'mudblood'." I scoffed and shook my head. Pitiful.

"I knew this was a bad idea, I just- knew it." He reached for the letter in my hands but I snatched it away.

"I think you should leave." I told him, firmly.

"Give me that back- now!" He argued and tried to pry it from my hands.

Eventually, I got him to leave.

When he left I began to wipe the tears away and contemplate what on earth just happened. I hope no one finds out about what happened, I'd be ruined, for good.

Clenching the note in my hands, I sobbed some more.

Crying was never, ever my thing.

If he thinks, that in any way that that would have gone well, I swear he's an even bigger of an idiot than I thought.

Coming to me in that state, demanding that I... that I "be with him."

I guess that he does like me.

I stared at the letter in my hands, and clenched it lightly in my fist.

For ours and hours I stared at that thing, debating weather I should rip it up or read it. But, since Draco wanted it back so bad, I decided to read it.

It was a small, partially ripped letter that seemed carefully written. I was so scared to death, honestly. But when I read it, I didn't know what to think.

-

First of all, I want you to know that I'm completely sober writing this. I got drunk because I knew that it was the only possible way to ever apologize, and give you this, but it's the truth.

I miss the way we used to be- I miss being with you, talking, joking around, things like that.

I miss the way you would smile at me, but now all I get is a look of hatred.

I know I caused that look, I know.

But I believe love is like sunshine: Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.

Its been inside me for years now, and I need to get it out, or it will possibly kill me.

I still have feelings for you and no matter how many times I tell myself I'm better off without you, a part of me just won't let go. Once I read somewhere,

"When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you do not protect yourself from love."

I feel like I'm protecting myself from the pain of my father by not talking to you, but at the same time, I feel like I'm protecting myself from love, too.

Maybe I shouldn't.

A/N PLEASE READ

Pleeeease tell me what you think of the last three chapters, because if you don't like them, I'll gladly rewrite. I'm insecure about the last chapters and I don't know if they're good or not.