amortentia [d.m]

chapter. 11

****Draco's pov

I hate that she controls my mood, my feelings, and just me in general. I hate it. Fucking hell. I don't know why I keep on trying, it's pathetic, really. Freyja's touch is the only thing that make my feel better. I've never loved someone like her. Not even my mother. It's a different kind of love. She feels warm, familiar, like home. She feels like home, and I know I would never forgive myself if I leave her. She's mine. Forever, whether she likes it or not. I will always comfort her, be there.

"Draco?", she's staring at me with her beautiful green eyes.
"What?", I shake my thoughts from my head.
"What are you thinking about?", she lifts her head.
"Uhh, nothing. just the new term", I lie.
"Are you sure?", he strokes her hand thru my hair, with her perfect little fingers.
"Yes, I'm sure. Should we go to bed?", I snake my hand around her.
She nods.

She lays her head down on the pillow. My chest aches, from the absence of her warmth. Her eyes close, and I admire her face.

I can't sleep. I keep thinking about what she thinks of me.
'Besides, you're my cry baby'
Who even says that? I've gone mental.

"Draco, sleep", Freyja takes my hand.
She continues;
"I'm here with you", her words sooth my anxiety.

She's here with me.

I feel like a child. I'm so stupidly in love with her.

And she doesn't want me back.

"Freyja, did you shag him?", Lilith's voice wakes me.
"No, I didn't we just- I", she tries to explain.
"We just slept, I was drunk. She helped me sleep", I cut her off.
"Didn't realise you were awake", Ambar looks at me with a slight smile.
"No, it's fine. I have to go", I hurry up, and pick my clothes off the floor, pulling my trousers on.

"Draco it's fine, you can stay", Freyja grabs my shoulder.
"No, I have to go", I jerk away.
"Oh, ok then", she sits down on her bed.
I open the dark wooden door, and exit.
My head hurts from the night before, I shouldn't have drank that much.
The corridor feels cold and gloomy. I rub my forehead, trying to relive the pain. Last night pops into my head.

Fuck.
I basically confess my love for Freyja. My head was messed up. I hope she doesn't remember.

"Hi mate, long night?", Zabini smirks.
"Yeah, you?", I ruffle my hair.
"I shagged some random forth-year. Inexperienced, but nice bum", his smirk widens.
"Nice, Zabini!", I give a fake smile.

Nasty bastard