MUDBLOOD ➼ Draco Malfoy

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I never ever thought I would be sneaking into a place like detention, and especially not for the reason of talking to Draco Malfoy; someone who I've always sworn I hated for as long as I can remember.

For this reason keep asking myself constantly, should I really do this? Because, something in me is telling me that I've did good by getting him in trouble, that I finally got justice on him- but another part of me needs to talk to him, before I explode.

My stomach unwillingly has stayed in a nervous knot all day, and now that all of my classes has ended, all I'm doing now is staring at the door from my bed, contemplating on weather I should go out of it or not.

What if someone catches me? Would I get in detention too? It's not like I'm sneaking into something serious- I mean, it is detention- a place where people normally wouldn't want to go.

The questions inside my head have been bursting and pounding- daring to tear from my brain out of my mouth. I can't just let them go, and I also can't let fear of what could happen control my life- I just need to tell him the truth... That I want him to stop harassing me.

When I mustered up the courage to get on my feet and go- I did it with no hesitation. I had made up my mind. I was going to speak with Draco Malfoy- who had to be in the detention room at this second.

Confidently- I crept to the detention room, making sure that no teachers were in there to question me on what I was doing.

As I opened the large, wooden door, I found Draco sitting in a desk. His head was down, and he didn't flinch at all when he heard the door open.

I closed it slowly, and swallowed the knot in my throat.

"We need to talk."

Draco rose his head up, clearly shocked that I was in the room, instead of a teacher.

"We don't need to talk about anything." he stated, getting up from his desk and walking to the far side of the room, his back turned away from me. "You should be happy, you got me in trouble as a punishment- of some sort." He's acting like a toddler, again. He never owns up to his feelings.

"No- I"

"You what?" He turned around. "We have nothing to talk about."

"The reason I got you in trouble was to get you here, you wouldn't have came otherwise." I held my ground, walking towards the blonde. "We need to talk."

"About what? Vic? About that stupid letter? I didn't mean any of it, you know. I didn't mean a single thing I wrote on that paper."

I sighed, and held onto his sleeve. "Yes, you did."

Draco clenched his jaw and jerked away from my grasp. "Just drop it- I can't be associated with... mudbloods like you, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Draco do you remember what you asked me while drunk?" I waited for a response, but none came. "You asked me to be with you, Draco."

Draco shook his head. "I'd never do that- that must've been in your dream. What, do you dream about me too? Man, you must really be obsessed with me." He laughed, as if he was actually amused at what he said.

"There's no one here. You don't have to pretend that you hate me. Okay? Grow up. None of the jokes you make are funny- even you know that."

Draco didn't respond.

"Why did you want to talk to me." Draco spoke, his voice was now lower than before.

"I wanted to ask you to stop messing with me- I'm tired of it. There's no use in taking out all of your frustration on me. Your father isn't at Hogwarts, and it isn't like he has a team of spies to watch your every move."

"I can't."

"Why not? Because I know for a fact that you actually don't hate me. I know that you'd do anything to get out of your fathers grasp. Draco I know you better than anyone." ... "You've ruined my life here, and for your own selfish reasons." I stated.

"I told you I was sorry, isn't that enough?" He asked, frustrated with himself, and me.

"Usually an apology follows with a "I'll never do it again," thing."

"I'm in way too deep to drop the entire act- okay? You know that."

"Draco, do you love me?" Draco's eyes went strait to mine, and I almost regretted my decision of asking him. I almost regretted coming to the detention in the first place. Almost.

Draco didn't answer at all, he stood still, as if he was in thought.

Sober, and still brainless. But he's all there.

"You know the answer to that already." He stated.

"I want to hear it from your mouth, do you love me?" I asked again.

For the first real time, Draco rested his lips upon mine, catching me off guard. But oh, how I've missed the taste and feel. His soft lips were molded onto mine, and I actually kissed him back. My entire body shivered as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Draco didn't stop, he was sure of himself, this time.

My words, my questions and my statements all seemed to become lost at this moment, everything I was thinking of was now gone.

He was sober and now kissing me- I know I may pay consequences for it later, but at this moment, I can't deny how good it feels finally kissing him.

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Happy Valentine's Day, guys.