Jar of Hearts (EDITING)

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Draco's POV

"This is why I am 'mad at you." I said and
dropped the damn note. I didn't care
anymore. I could feel a burning into my chest. I wanted to scream. To shout. But instead I looked into her chocolate-brown eyes. "Next time, don't even try." I stood, I didn't wait for a reply. The next moment I was in front of my door. I opened it with a click and I smashed it behind me. I slid against it and I leaned my head back, looking at the ceiling.

I was stupid. A foul. Yet, I didn't seem to learn from my mistakes. I was falling again and again, into the same dark hole. I didn't really want this life. I wanted to go back and redo everything in my damned life. I was an asshole. I did so many mistakes, that I thought they were right. Shit. Really. Granger was right. I was a crying brat.

I turned my head, trying to hear their conversation -not that I cared, I didn't care what they were saying about me. Not a bit.
But I couldn't hear anything. They were whispering. But I could recognise Granger's whispers from the Weasley's.

And then I felt it. A burning in my left arm. I lifted my shirt, to see the Dark Mark. I closed my eyes, trying to control the pain. It wasn't from the Mark. It was from the scars. A reminder that I can't erase the past- no matter how hard I tried. No magic could break dark magic. I cursed under my breath. I took deep breaths. I was acting like crazy. I was Draco Malfoy. Nobody and nothing could break me.

Then, footsteps and a knock in my door. Was it Granger?

"Malfoy open the door or I'll hex you."She said before adding,"please."

No. It was Weasley. What would she possibly want?

I slowly opened the door and I stood behind it, my left hand behind the door, trying to hide the Mark- not that she didn't know. My hair falled into my eyes, but I didn't do anything to drag them away. "What do you want?"

"I'll tell you a summary, because I don't really have time. Hermione didn't write the note. And stop acting like a jerk. If you really care for her- and if you have really changed - don't treat her like that. I need a proof that you have changed. Last year you were a stupid bastard. I want to believe that you have changed."

I remained there, speechless, not even able to make a sound. So many questions were clouding up my mind.

I watched her as se went to the portait and then went back to get her books and as she went outside, I got a glimpse of Hermione. She didn't saw me.

Wait- did I just say Hermione? Calm down people, I meant Granger. Yes, Granger feels right to me. I mean the name Granger, not the pers- oh forget it.

So, I remained like this for a long period. Standing in the door. Thank Merlin, I didn't had any lesson the following day, I would be late.

But what did Weasley meant? Don't treat her like that? It's not...she makes me treat her like that. If you really care for her? Why would she think that I cared for her? Did I do something? I run all the things I did in my mind. No. Nothing from that could... betray me. I... maybe cared for... her... There, I said it, happy now? Did she cared for me?

Yeah, sure. She'd rather jump off a cliff than care for me. Hurtful but true.

I run my hand through my hair and finally closed the door. At last, she didn't write the note. Okay, let's suppose it's true, who wrote it? Who wanted to do this and why?

I shook away my thoughts and crushed on my bed. Was I really changed? I hoped so. Oh, Merlin, I was so melodramatic. Ew.

But I couldn't get those thoughts off my head.

I stayed there, drowing in my thoughts.

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I didn't really wanted to go down for Dinner. But my appetite said otherwise. So I patted my hair and rubbed my eyes.

In five minutes, I was sitting in the Slytherin table, but like everyone else, I had lost my appetite and just played with my food.

I lifted my eyes to see Hermione at the Gryffindor table,uh, to see Granger at the Gryffindor table, looking at he-Weasley and Brown- who did not understand that they were the cause of everybody's loss of appetite.

I watched her as she looked fiercly at the glass in her hand, how her fingers had turned white from the pressure. I felt a desire-that I believe it was not only me - to go over the two disgusting lovebirds and slap them in their face.

I mean, couldn't they snog anywere else? I wanted to vomit - and again, I wasn't the only one.

I glanced at Granger, who had turned white. Couldn't this slut Weasley see her? Really see her? How much she ached?

I pressed my lips. He didn't deserve Granger. Granger deserved someone better, someone that could really die for her.

You would die for her. Oh, shut up. You are no better. Wake up. You were a dea-

Smash.

A glass broke and I looked over Granger. Her cheeks were painted red and small broken pieces layed on her hand- which now had cuts with blood.

Everybody kept silent- even the lovebirds stopped snogging. Everybody looked at her.
She was like a caged animal. Terrified. She needed help. But from who? Me? I wasn't that kind of man. I was not the right person. But still. I wanted to help her. Merlin, curse me.

In a heartbeat, she stood and left the Great Hall, half running, half walking.

I wanted like hell to follow her, as small drops of red blood were running down her small hand onto the cold floor.

Everybody kept silent after she left. And shortly after that, I left, too.

I realised, I would die for her. Oh, crap.

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted your opinion? It was so fun to write this chapter:) Really it was one of the eleven chapters that came to me naturally and didn't put an effort. If it's too cheesy, i'm sorry . Don't forget to comment your thoughts. Thanks for reading♡♡