Chapter 3. The Hallway

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Isabella's POV

As i left the Common Room and made my way down the hallway, i was deep in my thoughts about my mother, my father, my life, everything that was going on. I felt like i was chocking, and i couldn't breathe properly, all the memories, my mothers face, the night i heard about her death, everything came flashing through my mind and i started running down the hallway, i was barely able to see where i was running since my vision was almost completely blurry from the tears. I felt the icy cold wind that was blowing against my face and i could feel my body getting cold shivers all the way up through my spine.

It was past midnight and all the students were in their dorms, so it was just me. The hallway was quiet except from my running foot steps and sniffing nose. I kept running, and my hair was sticking to my face as my cheeks were damp from tears, i was about to turn right from the corner when i collided on to someone.

''Watch it, you blind idiot!'', I froze when I heard a familiar voice, masculine one.

''I-I'm so-sorry, i didn't see you, i taught i was alone-

''Well you're not and besides what are you doing wondering around here at this time? Let me guess looking for trouble? Like you Gryffindors always do huh?'' he grumbled.

''Wait a minute.. is that you Wilson?'', he asked curiously taking a better look at me, not being sure if he had identified me correctly.

Is that... Draco fuck, the last person i wanted to bump in to.

''I was just going to the Common Room.'' I said trying to get past him, but he blocked me.

''You're lying, because Gryffindors Common Room is that way'',  he pointed to the direction behind me. ''Now tell me what the hell are you doing here'', he questioned and i could hear from his voice that he was getting annoyed.

''Just let me through, please'', I begged as my voice came out shaky and sniffy.

Draco tried to look at me through the mess my hair created from the wind, reckless running and tears, but i kept my head down.

''Why are you crying?'',  he said viciously rolling his eyes.

''I'm not crying !'', I said rashly trying to bury my head even lower, wiping the tears off my face.

''Well you definitely are, may i ask why?'' He asked with a lower questioning tone, but after a moment without responding he started to lose his patient. ''Look at me'', he demanded.

''No, just leave me alone!'' I shouted anxiously trying to get past him, the last thing i wanted was him to see my runny nose and red eyes. I looked like a mess.

''For fucks sake Wilson, look at me!'',  he snapped raising his voice and taking a step closer to me, he was now close enough for me to smell his cologne and it was strong.

I flinched when he yelled at me, but i still didn't look at him, and now he really got frustrated.

''God you're so stubborn'', he groaned annoyed, placing his thumb and index finger on my chin to lift it up, ''I said look at me.''

As he lifted my chin, the hair fell off my face exposing my red and puffy eyes, my cheeks that were damp and shiny from the tears and the side of my lip cut from nervous biting; what i usually intended to do when i was nervous.

His eyes were bright with the mix of grey and blue, his skin was pale as snow as the moonlight made his skin glow, he looked down at me with a cold stare, breathing heavily that I felt the light warmth against my face.


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