(Dracos POV)
I loosened my tie and quickly exited the classroom. Luckily no one was in the hallway. I hurried to the bathroom and leaned against the sink for support. I could feel the cold hard stone digging into my palm. The room felt like it was closing in on me. The boy I saw before me in the mirror had dark circles under his eyes with ruffled hair. The collar of his shirt hung loosely at his neck. He looked...broken. It took me a moment more to realize that the broken boy in the mirror was me.
I felt my breath catch in my throat and tears prick my eyes. No.. I'm not some weak little boy. I'm Draco Malfoy. Macs words crept back in my head. "You're just like your father," echoing in my head.
"You're going to ruin her," was whispered in my ear. Aria's innocent face flashed in my mind. I don't want to hurt her...No i can't hurt her.
"Fuck!" I screamed as I punched my hand into the mirror.
The dark glass rained down around me. I could still see my sad, pathetic looking face in the mirror. I grabbed the sides of the mirror and through it to the other side of the room. I slumped against the wall.
As my breathing slowed down I began to feel a throbbing coming from my fist. Glancing down I saw a few shards of glass sticking out of my knuckles.
Groaning, I pulled them out one by one. The first one was the thickest one out of the four. That one left a gash in my hand. The next few shards were smaller and would heal in a week or two.
I clenched and unclenched my hand to see if I'd broken anything....I felt a sharp pain in my index finger but that's about it.
I could do a simple healing spell on my hand but I deserved this pain. I hurt Mac....and she's right i'm going to hurt Aria too.
I stood up and rinsed my hand under the water. I let a sharp breath in at the pain.
Aria doesn't need someone like me. I'm only going to bring her down. I'm going to ruin her. I don't want to be like my father. I don't want Aria to feel like how my poor mother does. She doesn't deserve that. Maybe Cedric could give her everything she needs.
She's be happy. It probably wouldn't take her too long to get over. I wouldn't get over it, but as long as she's happy...
But...I'm too selfish for that. Aria is mine. Not bloody Cedrics. Cedric can go fuck himself for all I care. I stormed out of the bathroom searching for Arias warm gaze.
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