Inside his grey eyes

Chapter 8: Welcome to Hogwarts... for the last time. Pt. 2

Her heart was beating quicker and her heartbeats were deeper and heavier, it was like some had shot a solar beam in her heart and the heart was struggling to beat. “That sound” she thought in angst “it can’t be!” everything she was saying were echoing inside her head with that sound which caused them, for the back-ground music.

She opened the door widely open and burst in the room. Draco was in the sofa and stood up surprised and scared, he didn’t expect for some to come in. His surprised was far bigger when he faced Ginny in the door. Before he managed to say her name or anything else he was in the couch with Ginny above him. Her brown-chocolate eyes were worried and staring into his “why?” she asked with a tremble voice. “Why?” she asked again and now they were chest to chest. He could feel her, her chest, her heart, her breath, her… worry. “Why what?” he spoke after sometime he could control his voice and thoughts again. “I heard you!” she said angry staring into his eyes “I heard your –“ he pressed a finger on her lips and made her stop “I didn’t!”  he said and now he was the one who was panting. “You did!” she replied angry and started throwing punches on his chest. “I know you cried! I heard it, the sob!” she said and kept hitting him with her hands. He didn’t stop her, he only closed his eyes and sighed. When she stopped and she was starring again in his eyes he talked “if you are here, worried because you heard me crying…” He took a small pause and then continued “they why are you hurting me as well?” that was it, a trick question. Ginny mouth opened in fear. He was right, she didn’t hurt him at all but sure, yes, he was theoretically hurting him with her punches. Her eyes and emotions, after almost 8 months betrayed her now, the tears started rolling in her eyes and falling on his shirt “I am sorry… I am sorry Draco” she said and stood up and rushed to the door. She closed it behind her and left the room and Draco alone. She was crying now. He sighed and rushed to the door as well, she was still outside but with her back on the door. He grabbed her hand and put her in the room, pulled her in his arms and hold her tight “Why?” he asked “why are you crying now?” he asked her, without taking her off his arms. She wiped her eyes and was holding on him tight from the start “because I am sad for you, I am worried and…” she stopped before she could say it, she placed her head on his chest and hid there. His heartbeats were beating faster than before now, he pulled her away from her hide place and forced her to meet with his gaze. “Don’t stop now. Tell me!” he demanded to know but it was more anxiety than demanding. “Because?” he asked her with a voice not so steady as before. “Because I miss you!” she shouted back at him.  He looked down at her, her eyes, her freckles, her lips, her rosy cheeks. He took a clear view of them before he leant down and attempt to place a kiss on her lips. He struggled with himself, he pulled himself away of her and let her from his arms, now he was cold toward her. But how he could do that, before he was too warm for her and now like she is an enemy “leave the room now or else I don’t know what it will happen. I don’t want to know you Weasley. I don’t need anything especially from you!” he said and walked to the door and opened it widely “Leave!” he shouted angry. Ginny was the most confused now. What? Why? When did that happened? She looked at him and attempted to speak “no words just leave!” he ordered and she rushed out of his room down on the common room.

Lies, lies, lies… Hate, hate, hate. Hate me I beg you! Those words were spinning on Draco’s head. He was a nothing, a nobody and she deserved better. He had all the evil in the world inside his heart. He, the Ex-deatheater, Voldemort’s servant but the true was only one, he was a slave of darkness. His life was destroyed. Ginny was right, he had cried and yes, what she heard were sobs.

 Draco was lying, straggling with himself the worst he had ever. She needed to save him from that pain. She had to do something. She was struggling of how she could approach him from now on. She needed a plan but then suddenly she fall on somebody’s chest. “Oh my God I am so sor-“ she stopped immediately since the one she fall on was Harry.