Lie To Me

Part 39

Draco Malfoy
Working on the cabinet was much harder work than I had thought it would be. The enchantments were overly complexed and I was sleep deprived trying to figure them all out. I was good at charms. But not the best in our class. That position was held by Kit.
She was gifted with charms and Flitwick loved her.
I could use her help.
But this was my task.
And she hated every inch of me.
Or so I thought.

It was nearly Christmas, and I was sat in the common room reading over the same charm so many times I could recite every word of the passage from memory.
It was very late and everyone had gone to bed hours ago.
But just as I was about to give up and go to bed, familiar footsteps and someone clearing their throat startled me.
"You're up late."
I jumped up from my place and held out my wand. Kit stood in front of me, an unbothered look on her face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, still holding my wand.
"I'm in this house too asshole. Put the wand away. We both know who would win that duel." She scoffed while folding her arms.
"Leave."
"No. We need to talk." She said shaking her dark hair and walking to sit next opposite me.
She just sat there and stared and me until I sat back down and shoved my want back in my pocket.

"What are you doing Draco?" She asked and my heart started to beat a little quicker.
"Nothing. Don't be nosey."
"Ok so you're sneaking around to the room of requirement at all hours and continuously reading that charms book all for no reason?" She scoffed.
"How do you know about the room?" I asked in a panic.
"Because I'm not stupid. And I followed you." She shrugged.
"You're too nosey for your own good. You'll get yourself killed for it." I spat.
I hated being like this with her again.
All I wanted was for us to be in bed together, her stroking my hair, telling me that it would be ok while I held her in my arms.
But no. I had fucked that up.

We entered into a staring match. Neither one of us breaking the silence. She looked so beautiful sat in the firelight. My heart yearned for her. I yearned for her so much that I felt a tug on my heart and tears in my eyes.
I had so many things I wanted to say to her. I wanted to tell her that I was in love with her. But then I remembered a disturbing fact.
"Are you still with Weasley?"
"Fred. And yes I am."
"You don't talk about him. Or see him. You're barely in a relationship with him." I scoffed.
"He runs a business and I'm here. It's not that easy to see each other. And I don't need to talk about him. I know how I feel about him."
"And how do you feel about him?"
"I like him. A lot."
I grinned.
"You don't love him."
"Why are you so concerned?"
"I'm not. I just feel pride in knowing that I'm the only one you've loved." I grinned earning a scowl from her.
"Get the grin off your face. You don't even realise how much you hurt me. I still feel so embarrassed for ever loving you and for sleeping with you." She said harshly.
"You're just too stubborn to actually listen to my explanation from my side!" I said raising my voice at her.
"I don't need to listen to you. I don't want to listen to you. You don't deserve it."
"Oh come on Kit. Can you look me in the eye and tell me you don't like me, and tell me you really like Weasley?" I asked and I watched as her cheeks turned pink.  
"I don't like you. Not at all. You must really be sleep deprived if you think I do like you." She said and stood up from the couch.

She started to walk towards the stairs and had one foot on the first step. But she paused before turning back round to me.
I raised an eyebrow and a grin appeared on her face.
"And you know something else? Fred is so much better in bed than you are." She grinned before stomping away up the stairs.
My mouth fell open.
It made my stomach churn to think of them two being intimate together.
Especially because, the truth was, that I did still love her. I loved her with everything I had left in me. Which wasn't much.
But it was enough to still be in love with her.
I slumped on the couch and all I could do was let the tears fall silently.