WITHDRAWAL. draco malfoy

vi. jealousy

« JEALOUSY »

Lillian stood on her knees, eyes widely opened, still confused as to why she had fallen asleep at the Black Lake and why Draco was now crouched in front of her.

She took the time to observe him and noticed how he looked older from up close, more like tense and tired, as if something had been taken away from him and was now marked all over his face.

"W—What are you doing here?"

Draco was taken aback by how fragile she sounded and he had to refrain his hand to move, desperately aching to touch her, "This place is not yours, Henderson."

The words hit Lillian like a truck and she held in a choke, she had not expected him to be so hostile towards her, let alone go back to calling her by her last name. Her head fell down to the ground, inhaling deeply, which happened to be a huge mistake since an all-too familiar smell came around.

Honeysuckle. Draco's perfume, probably, causing the Gryffindor girl to snap her head to the side, her eyes meeting the dark water of the lake, her heart pounding in her chest in attraction mixed with sadness. She hadn't even seen this coming and now she was infatuated with a boy who didn't care.

"If it is so hard for you to be around me then, leave me alone," Lillian said under her breath, loud enough for Draco to hear.

The Slytherin Prince gulped, wishing it would not be so complicated. Wishing he didn't fall for her so easily, wishing he would not be a Death Eater, wishing the good and the bad would not be needed. Draco even imagined a life where he would not be a Malfoy, where being a dark pure-blood wizard would not count.

But he could not change who he was and Draco was aware that if he wanted to have a chance at completing his task, he had to stay away from Lillian for as long as possible.

So he did what Lillian wanted him to do and he walked away, not even noticing that the girl's body was slowly starting to shake as she tried to keep her tears in.

Lillian had kept her feelings hidden for too long now, to the others they still were, but she couldn't hold them in to herself anymore. She was barely sleeping and when she couldn't fight it anymore, nightmares about the murder she had commited were haunting her. She didn't want to bother her friends —let alone her best friend, with this and avoided the topic almost every time and now she had just fully realised she was much more into a certain boy named Draco Malfoy who had used her and didn't share half of her feelings.

Or so she thought.

The tears rolled down her cheeks like waterfalls, resting her head against a tree, her arms tightly around her chest, for what seemed like hours, draining her body out of all energy, even if she didn't currently have much. The worst part was that Lillian was not even thinking about what was making her cry, she was just crying her heart out, evacuating everything.

And it really lasted hours.

When she decided to go back inside the castle, she noticed people rushing towards the Great Hall and realised it was time for dinner, which surprised her because she was not feeling hungry at all. But she followed anyways because she knew that she would regret not eating during the night.

"Hey, where were you?" Ron asked when Lillian sat beside him. "We came looking for you in the library but you were nowhere to be found."

"I decided to study outside instead," Lillian half-lied.

"The Black Lake?" Ron murmured as Lillian nodded.

"Harry, will you ever put down this book?!" Hermione groaned, obviously irritated to see her best friend spending all of his free time in this very peculiar potions' book.