Dance Hall Drug (Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Chapter 13: You Have My Word...

      A/N: Hey guys! :) Well, I know that I took a bit longer on this chapter but I certainly hope it was worth it. I just got another idea for a possible Draco story, so I've been playing around with that and neglecting this one, but fear not. I am updating now. :) So, I think I give you all what you want to happen.... what that is, you will have to figure out. Something to do with a problem Kimber and Draco have..... (clears throat) anyway, I hope you like the chapter, but I want to know by you guys COMMENTING! please guys, I can't stress this enough, I can scream it in your faces all day long... just a simple comment would make my day, guys. So.... please? Oh, and the note at the end is VERY IMPORTANT!! So please read it... And the dedication for this chapter goes to slythbabe13. she is awesome! :) Okay, I know you all must hate long Author's Notes, so I will end it here. ONWARD TO READING!!!! :)

      -Jess

     Chapter Thirteen

      You Have My Word...

      The next couple of weeks went by as usual... well, not so usual for me in some cases. Potions with Draco was now boring because he hardly ever showed up to class and I finished the potion early and we got an A on it. Trust me, I was surprised too. Every other time I saw Draco was either in the common room, in the hall or in the Great Hall. All of these places were just... so NOT perfect to see him. Pansy would always be glued to his side and I just scoffed and rolled my eyes at that. Fine, he can do whatever he wants. It's not like I care... well, I do, but I have to act like I don't. Ever second of every day I argued with myself in my head, leveling the pros and cons. The voices in my head never seemed to shut up and I had the urge to just go inside my brain and duct tape their mouths closed. Either that or get them to agree on some sort of compromise. I tried and failed numerous times to the point where I just gave up completely. 

      The nightmares were getting worse... much more violent and gruesome. I would lie in bed just staring at my ceiling, scolding myself every time my eyes demanded sleep. The mirror was now my enemy, showing me how dreadful I look on the reflective glass. I force myself to shrug it off, even though I know I get some worried looks in the hallways. Dark purple rings made their home under my drooping eyes. The emerald green the irises once were was now showing through even brighter because of the rings. My body has taken its own toll. I've lost a couple of pounds because I just don't feel like eating anything even though my body is screaming for food. The only thing I do at breakfast, lunch, and dinner is just pick at the contents on my plate and sip the pumpkin juice. Moose and Luna sit by me sometimes, but I prefer that they don't. I hate seeing their faces as they look at my own. Their eyes filled with some sort of desperation to get me help. I tell them that I am fine and I'll get better soon. All three of us know that's a lie.

      My grades weren't slipping, believe it or not. I was forcing my brain to focus on school so that it wouldn't drift off into any other place. Sometimes it disobeyed my wishes, sending me daymares (nightmares that occur during the daytime) of Scorpius and Draco. Pathetic, I know. I should be over it by now, since distancing myself from Draco seemed to be the best thing right now. Maybe it was... or maybe that is just what I made myself believe. All I know is that without Draco, we can't figure anything out and we won't get anywhere. But I really don't feel like facing him again, even if it has been two weeks. 

      Because of my lack of sleep and malnutrition, the gash on my leg has been healing ever so slowly. The cut on my face has scabbed over, but I find myself picking at it only to make it bleed again. Go figure. The bright side is that my skirt covers up the flesh... except for when I sit then the tip of the gash is visible. Other than that, everything else is just fine.