Addicted ; Draco Malfoy

DESPAIR

Author's Note: 

Hey guy! I'm so sorry for lacking on my consistent uploads. This chapter is VERY LONG to make up for it. I really hope you guys enjoy this one! I've been really spending hours on this chapter to make sure the descriptions have been drastically improved from previous chapters, so I hope you guys notice the difference!

Anywayssss hope you enjoy!

Sofia Snape's POV 

I felt like such a bitch, bawling every chance I could get. But at this point, I needed this. I needed a good, long cry to finally feel better and just get everything I've been boiling up out of me before I exploded. I sprinted through the radiating hurt and continued down the numerous staircases leading to the common room. I finally reached the painting, muttered the password through my tears and noticed no one was there. Thank Merlin, I didn't want to explain myself to anyone.

I felt down onto the couch in front of the blazing fire, and immediately felt overwhelmed. It all hit me how crazy these past few days had been. I was dragged from a school where I at least felt somewhat comfortable and instead was introduced to a school filled with more judgmental assholes than great, genuine friends. What felt like hours of staring into the warm, crackling fire with occasional tears streaming down my face quickly passed by.

But suddenly, my concentration was broken by a quiet crack in the entrance door. I flinched backwards with hopes of it just somehow being nothing. But of course, it wasn't. My weary eyes directly met with a pair of cold, silver ones. The pair I saw multiple times a day. The pair that not only made me agitated, but... flustered.

He quickly glanced away, trying his best to avoid my gaze, but my eyes were glued onto him. Why was he here? His eyes were drawn to his glossy, black shoes as he made his way onto the couch I was situated upon. Before he placed himself down, he gave me a quick glance.

We sat there, comfortable in each other's silence. It was definitely awkward, but only because we couldn't stand each other being in the same room until this very moment. The sound of the crackling fire along with our heavy, uncoordinated breathing filled the atmosphere. I liked his company- when he wasn't speaking. It felt... nice?

Once the rest of the slytherins accompanied us, he suddenly lifted himself up, leaving a dent on the green, polished couch and carried himself towards his dormitory.

As weird as that honestly was, I didn't mind it. And I couldn't understand why. I mean I hated him, yet for some reason just didn't at the same time.

Later that day we apparated to my house and attended the meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary, but Malfoy didn't irritate me this time. At all. We exchanged awkward glances, but other than that, everything was fine. The meeting was normal as I was never involved as I wasn't forced to become a death eater. My father spent his entire life with the agenda of keeping me away from the Dark Lord as he promised my mother.

The next few weeks went by quickly. I was still upset with my father, for having an awful habit of constantly dismissing me. I apologized to Adrian, and we've been doing amazing. He takes me on the most magical dates- especially to the garden every saturday. He really was the sweetest.

Not only that, but everyday for the past few weeks, Malfoy has been accompanying me in the common room. Even though my relationships with my friends have only been getting much better, for some reason I felt my mental health completely deteriorating. The incredibly difficult school work was only piling up on top of eachother, suffocating me by the day, and my habit of overthinking only made it much worse. But the common room and his presence honestly put me at ease. And sometimes we even exchanged little smiles, or smirks. And other times, he would actually say "hi" to me. But of course, nothing else. I liked him- when he wasn't tormenting me.