𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖥𝖮𝖸

⚓︎ 𝘼𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 ⚓︎

Fury was all that was present inside of me. With Draco and Pansy, but the blond boy was my first priority. I knew he has probably had sex before, but countless times? That's absurd.

I stormed down the hallways back to the potions classroom. Not a student was in sight, likely due to the fact that it was only seven in the morning.

I swung open the door to see Draco sitting in the same exact chair I had left him in, but he was already looking straight at the door, like he had almost expected me to come back.

"Did you know that Pansy is madly in love with you?" I asked evenly, keeping the temper in my voice to a minimum. His jaw opened slightly, but I could tell he wasn't truly surprised by this.

"No, well, somewhat. She has always had a thing for me, but I don't think love is the correct te-" He said, but I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. I couldn't stand his voice at this moment.

"The word love is correct. She told me herself that she has been in love with you since year three." I snapped back, patience beginning to run out.

"She also noted you two have had sex countless times." I said, rage spilling into my words. His eyes widened, as if it was a secret kept between them I wasn't met to tell— almost like he never wanted me to know they did it.

"I-" He tried, but I was absolutely fed up with his bullshit.

He's never even told me he loved me, maybe he was saving those words for Pansy.

I turned and stormed out of the classroom, not even bothering to hear anything else Draco had to say. I went all the way up to Gryffindor Tower and sat in the common room, alone, with only the comfort of myself.

The next week was quite boring. I didn't communicate with Draco, even though we sit by one another in class. Hermione and I did talk here and there, but she's been busy balancing time for Ron and Harry.

It was just another Sunday. I had completed my weekend schoolwork, and now, was left with nothing but my thoughts.

I walked up to the girls dormitories, all the way to my bed, where I wanted to sulk, but my attention was caught by a note lying on the edge of my bed.

I picked it up and recognized the handwriting immediately— Draco. I sighed and opened it up, nevertheless.

Dear Y/n,

I know I haven't been the greatest friend recently, or even a good boyfriend, but I do have something I'd like to admit.

Pansy and I did do it, and yes, she may say 'countless times', but I counted. It was eighteen times, to be exact.

I know that may seem like a lot to you, but we were young and dumb back then, just playing around, and my past is no indication of who I am now- of who I am for you.

So you can hate Pansy, and you can even hate me, but know that my past is behind me, and I've cleared everything between Pansy and I. She may still love me, yes, but one-sided love has never worked for anyone.

Meet me in Hogsmeade tonight at six, just outside of Ollivanders, I have a surprise for you.

Love, Draco.

My eyes scanned the paper carefully, taking every word into account. His apology was sure well-thought-out and heartfelt, so I decided I would meet him in Hogsmeade.

Since it was already nearly six, I grabbed my wand and the note, then scurried down the stairs and off to  the courtyard, where I would perform a spell to take me to Hogsmeade— I was much too lazy to ride the train.

I made my way down to the courtyard and pulled my wand from my back pocket. I shut my eyes and focused on me, my breathing, and where exactly I wanted to go.

"Apparition." I said evenly, making sure my words were clear, as was the picture in my mind.

Within a few moments I was no longer in one of the many Hogwarts courtyards, I was standing right in front of Ollivanders. I smiled at my work and tucked my wand into my pocket, then looked around.

Since it was a Sunday evening, not many people were out, but the town was still bustling. People weaved through the walkway, in and out of shops, and some even chatted.

"Follow me." I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Draco, walking along the sidewalk. It was odd that he didn't even give me a greeting, but I decided to let it slide.

I followed him down the sidewalk, inhaling the end of Winter. Finally, the snow was starting to deteriorate, meaning the new season of Spring would soon be upon us.

We weaved through a back alleyway which brought us to another busy street of shops. Draco walked all the way down to the end of the street, where a boarded up shop stood.

It was a dark brown color, and decently large. But it was old, so old I was afraid of a gust of wind blew hard enough it would fall right over. I turned to Draco, confused as to why he brought me here.

"Since I know no apology can be great enough," he started, standing directly across from me. His tone was even, as was his expression, but I could sense a little bit of joy behind what he was saying.

"Here is you shop." He said, handing me a few papers. I knitted my brows together and allowed my jaw to drop open slightly. He couldn't be serious.

"My what?" I asked, confusion swirling inside of me. He grinned and turned his gaze toward the old building, examining it with pride.

"It used to be a snack shop, I'd come every week after school. When I realized it was going out of business, I knew I couldn't let it go to waste, and I know how you wanted a clothing shop." He explained.

I clutched the papers he had given me, then threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. His hands slid down to my waist, and he pulled me close.