don't push me away

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domitilla peyton

𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧, shoving my tie into a knot and bumping through the corridors to Potions class, almost forgetting my wand, and ingredients, when I ran into her.

Pansy Parkinson.

Yes, I literally ran into her. As in, I sprinted down the halls without glancing up, and bashed against her, like cymbals clashing. It all happened like one big, slow motion car crash.

Something about Pansy and I that a lot of people don't know about: We used to be best friends. Gal pals. Best buddies. A long time ago, back in the second year, but we were tight. I guess it all ended, ever since I admitted I had a crush on Draco one night, at a sleepover. I had no idea she was head over heels in love with him, so you could say I was very confused when she suddenly kicked me out of the group. At first, I thought, maybe I wasn't good enough for her stupid clique, but once I saw her sitting on Draco's lap every day during lunch, I knew.

For someone who used to share friendship bracelets and promise charms with her, she treated me like vermin. Still does.

I thudded onto the ground on my behind, and rubbed my head in agony as I slowly gained back my consciousness, attempting to sit up and try to see straight. If I had looked up, I could probably see blue birds flying above my head.
She also stood back up, frustratedly adjusting the collar of her shirt and patting through her ponytail.

'Look where you're going, bitch.' She spat, 'Are you blind as a bat? God you're-'

I interrupted, trying to pass through,
'No need to be aggressive. I'm in a hurry, so can you kindly move your fat arse?'

She burrowed her brows in rage,
'Maybe if you weren't late every fucking day, you would actually look a bit...presentable.' she sneered, eyeing my messed up shirt.

That was enough. Her presence by itself made me want to gag.
I shoved her to the side, causing her to bash against the wall, and started to run again to class, her screams could be heard echoing through the corridors.

I finally reached there, 10 minutes late, and crashed down, exhausted, onto my seat. Professor Slughorn let me off but gave a look when I entered.

I looked to my side at Draco. His head was resting on his palm, and he had a faraway look on his face. Strands of blonde hair fell down his forehead, tickling his eyelashes, and his eyes were facing downwards at his table. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, and didn't quickly turn to tease me like he normally did. Odd.

'Hey you.' I smiled, nudging him in the arm slightly, hoping for some sort of reaction. He glanced at me and gave a small nod in return. What happened? Did I do something? Was it something I said?

No, stop. Stop worrying.

During the lesson, the professor droned on and on.
Draco looked miserable as he was busying himself, cutting up roots and scraping them into the cauldron absentmindedly. I put my hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump a little.

'Are you alright?'

He just nodded slowly and shrugged his shoulders up, letting my hand fall off. My head tilted in confusion, but he pretended not to see it. I sighed softly, putting down my knife.

'Right. So are you gonna tell me what's wrong or what?' I asked, crossing my arms.

He looked up at my face, then back down at the cauldron. I thought he was going to ignore me, but after a while, with my question still hovering in the air, he mumbled,

'Pansy broke up with me.'

I raised my eyebrows in shock, my lips slightly parted.

'Whoa.' I breathed. Everybody knew they were the power couple of the school, and it wasn't like they were very stable, with Pansy fighting with him almost everyday, but it was still surprising. I nodded my head slowly, eyebrows still raised.

'I'm sorry.'

He just shrugged, fiddling with his rings.

'No wonder she was even more of a bitch this morning.' My thoughts said aloud.

He sighed harshly,
'I'm not in the mood, Domitilla.' Draco gruffed. He looked a bit frustrated, and I noticed his jaw clench tightly, defining his strong features.

I don't know what led me to be annoyed, but I was.

'You know, you're weird,' I faced him. He turned towards me, his forehead wrinkled in confusion.
'One day, you're nice to me, and you try to be my friend. And then the next, you're a real dick.'
At this, he scoffed, shaking his head as he sat back down.

'You're a funny girl, Peyton.' he muttered bitterly. 'You make fun of me, but it's not like you ever get anyone.'

I bit my lip,
'What is that supposed to mean?' I breathed out.

He leaned in, smirking before sneering,
'Have you ever even been with a guy before? I mean, it's pretty obvious, knowing you. It's not like anyone would want to be with you anyway.'

My face fell as I sat there, stunned. He casually turned back round on his desk.
My fists shook on the table as I tightened them. I tried to keep my focus on the lesson, but the words kept playing continuously in my head,

'It's not like anyone would want to be with you anyway.'

I hated him. I hated Malfoy.

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