After Saving Draco [ONGOING / REWRITING]

chapter fifteen

  Tala. 135 days before May 4, 1999.

      "Tala breathe!" Draco yelled worriedly as he kneeled before me, his cold hands cupping my face. "Breathe!"

         "I- I can't," I said panically my eyes shifting everywhere quickly but him. "I-"

        And so he kissed me, and I held my breath.

      But something was wrong, something wasn't right. My heart didn't skip and my stomach didn't flutter once my lips met his. It didn't even flutter at the sound of my name, even though it was his voice saying it — unlike it usually would. It was like when I kissed him in the bathrooms when I stopped his panic attack two years ago.

     Back when I didn't feel anything for him.

      I pulled away quickly, regaining my composure as I didn't kiss him back. I jerked up and began to take steps backwards, instead of how I stubbornly moved towards him when I found him crying in the bathrooms.

      I began shaking my head and muttering quietly to myself, putting my fingers up to my temples as I began to pace around. And I stopped, I stopped once warmth began to wrap around me. I looked up at them and my heart skipped and my stomach fluttered, even though it wasn't supposed to.

      "Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly, his eyebrows pulled in as he looked down at me.

      "Get your filthy hands off her Potter!" Draco shouted as he pulled me towards him aggressively, taking me out of Harry's grasp.

      They began shouting at each other, their voices clashing as it bounced off the walls simultaneously that it began to make my ears ring. I stayed looking down at the cold tile floors, realizing I was in the same bathroom that I had found Draco crying in.

      All of this was so wrong.

      "Stop." I warned coldy.

      Their continuous shouts ignored me, beating each other's faces with their fists, too angry to even use magic and making my patience nonexistent as I felt every part of me heat up in frustration.

      "Stop!" I snapped.

     My voice was so loud that it overpowered both their voices and continued to echo into their minds even after I said it.

      Even the crickets that chirped sadly and the tapping water from the sinks had become silent, as if they listened to my commands too.

      "What're you doing here!" I turned to Draco angrily after I noticed Harry's bloody lip and bruised cheeks. "I told you not to hurt him!"

      Draco threw a black rose at me in response as his eyebrows furrowed at me. "To surprise my girlfriend at a party she was attending alone!" He hissed at that word. "I asked Mother to let me stay a few hours longer for you! Because you've been so distant! And so cold recently!" He shouted before turning to Harry with a glare.

      I'm cold?

      I'm distant?

      Is he hearing himself!

      "How dare you touch her so closely! I'll do more than just bust your ugly teeth in!" Draco shouted at Harry as he began to approach him, right before I stepped in the middle and pushed him back off.

      "Don't hurt him again!" I yelled dangerously. "I mean it Draco!"

      "And you!" Draco began to yell at me as I pushed him away from Harry. "Why are you defending him! This git had his lips up to yours when it only belongs to me! If you'd be this way then you shouldn't have saved me on that bridge you speak of!"