Dead To Me

Draco

I stand by the mirror, looking at myself. At my black suit... trying to think of literally anything but the weird tingling on my arm. Because fuck please let this not be what i think it is, fucking please.

I pull down the sleeve and open the door, walking down the long corridors to where i know the party is; until i've passed every room i know, and don't know and i'm right at the end at the top of the school and i can see people and lights and hear music and talking and... wow. even now, seeing everyone together, free, is still something else.

Pansy: Draco !!

She runs up to me, and i resist the urge to roll my eyes. She leans up, her lips out, but i move away.

Pansy: Draco baby ?!

She tries again, but i push her away. She leans forward, till her lips are by my ear.

Pansy: don't you want me, don't you want this, again. look at me, look at me in this dress, don't you want it ?

And i put my lips to her ear, feeling my arm tingle more and more.

Draco: pansy, fucks sake it meant nothing to me, you, mean nothing to me, it was a 1 time thing, a... fling. you. mean. nothing. to. me.

And i lean back and walk off. i feel her cold, judgemental eyes on me, but i keep walking, into the party room, my arm starting to burn more than i can bare. i look around, and my eyes fall on Avon, her black hair long, and her red dress showing her every curve, dancing with Luna, her head back as she laughs at something one of them said. But i don't have time to think... time to be sad. I dig my nails into my arm, trying anything to stop the pain, knowing that it's happening, because it's the only explanation, wishing, more than anything, that everything was different.