Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love Story]

Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love story] Chapter 9

Sorry I didn't put this up earlier today. I completely forgot!

Chapter 9

I ran down the hall and up the stairs with amazing speed, never once looking back. I tripped into my room, shutting the door behind me. Breathing heavily, I just sank to the floor, tears forming in my eyes. I'm not that kind of girl. When I'm around Draco, though, I just get this feeling.. I have to stop this, it's nothing. It's just my damn teenage hormones on overdrive.

I shakily clamored to my feet and walked over to my closet. I picked out a pair of green cotton shorts and a T-shirt that said “Music is life” and took them to the bathroom to change. I scrubbed the make-up off of my face, changed into my pyjamas, and looked into the mirror. As I figured, my eyes were swollen and red from crying, my nose stuffed up. I dabbed at my eyes with a wet cloth before leaving the bathroom and getting into bed. What makes me think that he even likes me that way?

I felt the tears begin to flow again, but this time I didn't attempt to stop them. I just sat and sobbed into my pillows. I figured since the house was so damn big, no one would hear me anyway. As usual though, I was dead wrong. There was a loud knock at the door, and I instantly froze.

“Corinna, are you alright?” Draco called through the door.

Do I sound alright to you, Asshat?

“Draco, go away,” I said, my voice cracking with emotion.

“No, I'm not leaving until you let me in. I'll sit out here all night if I have to,” he called back, stubbornly.

“Fine, come in,” I said softly, wiping away my tears with my comforter.

The door swung open and Draco strode in, a genuinely worried look on his face. He sat down on the edge of my bed, and when he saw the tears flowing down my face, his expression became pained.

“Please don't cry, Corinna,” his voice barely above a whisper.

“You don't understand, though! I...I feel like a complete slut. I don't know what came over me down there. I promised myself that I would never sink as low as those tramps I always see you with, Draco.” I ranted.

I didn't want to cause any further embarrassment by bringing up my confusing feelings, so instead I just let the tears continue to fall. He looked thoughtful for a minute, before standing up and moving closer to me.

“Corinna,” he said, looking into my eyes.

I looked away, but he reached out and tilted my chin up so he could look at me.

“Corinna, you aren't a slut. You're not a tramp, a bimbo, or anything like those girls you always see me with. You're a beautiful, intelligent girl. I should be the one apologizing to you. After all, I picked the damn song,” he said to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “I shouldn't have done that, forgive me, Corinna. I never wanted to hurt you.”

I was utterly speechless, unable to do anything but look back into his eyes.

“I...forgive you, Draco,” I managed a wan smile.

“Friends?” he asked, looking at me expectantly.

Of course, that's all we'll ever be. However, beggars can't be choosers.

“Friends,” I agreed, sniffling slightly.

He bent down and kissed me gently on the forehead and wiped my tears away. He turned to go, but hesitated.

“Corinna, what makes you happy when you're upset?”

“Why do you care?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.