Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love Story]

Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love Story] Chapter 13

Draco's P.O.V

My eyes widened in horror, a lump the size of a golf ball forming in my throat.

“Father, you can't be serious!” I cried, but his unwavering expression proved otherwise. “No, I refuse! I can't just.. I can't, alright?!”

I threw my hands up in exasperation and ran from the room with one thought on my mind. Corinna.

Corinna's P.O.V

When I reached my room, I realized that there was absolutely no chance of me getting a nap in before dinner. I was way too wound up from my 'swim' with Draco. Instead, I opted for listening to a little bit of music to calm me down. I found my Ipod and cranked it, letting the shuffle pick a song for me. Cascada's “Everytime We Touch” began to play, causing me to crack a smile.

Oh, the irony. I have to admit though, I can't help wondering what would have happened if Draco's father hadn't interrupted us. But then, in Draco's eyes, we're just friends. It must have just been my overactive imagination, trying to connect things that can't be connected.

I decided to get ready and head down to dinner since I wasn't the slightest bit interested in sleeping anymore. I chose one of the dresses I bought at Betsey Johnson and slipped it on. The dress was strapless with light blue and white tiered lace. It definitely wasn't something I would've picked for myself, but Draco had insisted on me trying it on.

I ended up siding with him and buying it, overly girly or not. Now, looking at the dress, I realized that it did compliment my petite figure. A little lace wouldn't kill me, right? I dug around in the closet for some shoes, retrieving a white pair of ballet flats. I stepped into them and ran a brush through my wet hair, deciding it would do me well to make a good impression on Draco's father.

Suddenly, Draco burst into my room, slamming the door behind him. I looked up in surprise, catching the agonizing expression on his face.

“Draco, what happened?” I asked, setting down the brush.

Instead of responding, he walked over and pulled me into a tight hug. He just stood there holding me for a few moments, and I complied, letting myself fold into his arms.

“Draco, really, what's wrong?” I said softly, my concern growing.

Draco released me from his iron grip and heavily sat on my bed, running his hands through his hair.

“Father has arranged..well, he..Oh, SOD IT,” he huffed in frustration. “He's arranged for me to marry a girl, Abigail Rowle. She's the daughter of one of the Death Eaters.”

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, this isn't happening.

I sunk onto the bed next to him, a heap of lace and ruffles. Tears began to well in my eyes, but I blinked them back.

“C-congratulations,” I stammered, my heart plummeting.

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“I mean, this is what you want, right? A wealthy, pureblood wife whom your family approves of. I bet she's beautiful too, huh?” I mumbled, hiding my escaping tears behind my bangs.

“That's what I've always wanted. Up until this year, that is. Yeah, she's pretty, but she's not...” he paused, glancing over at me.

“She's not what?” I asked, giving up on hiding my tears and looking at him.

He reached out and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his finger.

“She's not you, Corinna,” he whispered softly, and his lips crashed down on mine.