Forbidden Love - Dramione (ON HOLD)

Chapter 22

(A/N) Hello, my peeps! Here is yet another chapter of my sucky piece of trash that I like to call "writing." It's a shorter one, but there's lots of mixed POV in this chappie! I'm really sorry that I'm such a slow writer, I just can't grind out 2k in thirty minutes like some people! I mean, I can, but it'll be the type of absolute trash that it makes you want to claw out your eyes to stop reading the horror. I don't like doing that to my readers! And writer's block always sucks. So please be patient, bear with my weird updating schedules, and remember that you are loved. <3

Loves,
~Iresine

Draco

     "Oh my frick, why am I so fricking stupid! I don't know why the frick I chose to act like that, fricking Malfoy genes, but somehow I reminded her that I still owed her the frickin' book!" The said book was currently sitting under the mattress, buried between random junk that I stuffed there. I bit my lip so hard I could feel the oily, metallic taste of blood on my tongue. "Ugh! This is so fricking complicated! All because of some fricking dust! Frick, I'm saying frick a lot!"

     "Hey, Draco, are you done in there? I need to get some books. And why is it so quiet?" Theo's muffled voice came from the door. I sighed, undid the silencing charm with a wave of my wand, and opened the door. Theo rushed in, bagel in mouth, and dug through his bedside table until he found the books that he was looking for. "Aren't you coming to class?" Theo asked through his bagel while hurrying out the door.

     "No, I'm skipping today. Not feeling the best right now." I said, closing the door behind him and sighing. Well, that was the truth. I'm feeling so darn guilty. I wish I'd never, you know, her in the first place. Then this all would have never happened! But it's too late now, and I have to do something about it. But how do I fix this? How am I supposed to undo what I did? There might be a way. I sat on my bed, mind whirling. Well, I could pay Madam Pince not to buy any more books under this title, or any memory books at all, for a start. I'm sure I have the money. Then, if Hermione tried to buy some from the bookstore, I could buy those books and burn them or something. Yeah. Sounds like a plan. I should also try to get closer to her, to make up for the book and stuff. But that's next to impossible, with Potter and Weasel always hanging around her like moths to a lamp. The only way now is to get farther away from her. Insult her more, ignore her, be the definition of a brat. I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat. I was being forced to do the opposite of what I wanted to do. Maybe I'm not elaborating on it enough. Imagine taking your loved ones and being forced to dismember them limb by limb with only a pair of dull safety scissors as your weapon, all the while having to listen to their pleas and bloodcurdling screams. Yeah. It was kind of like that.

     Why did life have to be so hard?

Hermione

     That conversation has given me a lot to think about.

     No, really. I still need that book from Malfoy! My fears had subsided a bit over the summer, but now, they've resurfaced, and it's tearing me apart. He's right behind me in all classes, so I'm assuming he'll finish it soon. Hopefully. He might just keep it just to spite me. The stupid, disgusting, horrid piece of trash. I bit my lip, holding my textbook upright so Professor McGonagall wouldn't see me not paying attention. What if the person attacked me again? Erased something important? I wouldn't remember a thing. My friends and family, strangers. My information, useless. My life... nothing. Not even a name. I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that could help block out my fears, but in the darkness it was worse, so I opened them again and stared at the wood of my desk. Took shaky breaths. Tried to convince myself it would be okay. But it wouldn't be. Imagine, not remembering anything at all! How terrible that would be. More shaky breaths. It'll be okay. It'll be okay.