"Never been the type to let someone see right through."
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I stand up from my seat, leaning over the table. Raising my hand, a tear threatens to slide down my rosy cheek, but I take a deep breath, keeping it in. I slap my hand across Draco's face, causing a loud sound to echo throughout the dining hall.
"You bastard!" I spit in his face. I turn around and head for the door, tears now threatening to stream down my face. I can hear Enzo's voice from behind me, yelling at Draco.
As soon as I exited the dining hall, tears broke free and continued flowing out of me like a waterfall. Tears of pain and hurt slowly trickle down my face, leaving me weak and empty. Tears for my sister. Tears for my parents. Tears for the years of harassment I put up only for me to cave in.
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As soon as I close the room to my dorm my body instantly drop to the floor. I break down, slamming my head against the door.
The tears continue spilling down my face, creating a wet patch on my white shirt. I sit down and bring my knees up to my chest, hugging them in hopes of bringing comfort.
My walls that would bounce Draco's insults away seems to have now collapsed, leaving me vulnerable and alone. It's times like this I wish I had my mother with me. She always helped.
The salty drops continue to fall from my eyes, leaving mascara stains streaking my cheeks. The emotions I have kept bottled up, now spilling all at once. My emotions about my biological family not wanting me, Hermione, Draco, Lila, Enzo, and even my parents, now breaking me. I can't stop crying, my mind is telling me to suck it up and get some composure while my body continues to sob with raw pain.
I hear a knock at the door signaling someone is trying to get in. Not wanting to interact with anyone, I ignore it. The pounding continues, annoying me.
I get up, fed up with the knocking, and swing the door open. It's Enzo. His stern expression fades when he sees my tear stained cheeks. I attempt slam the door closed but a arm stops it from shutting.
"Are you ok?" He asks.
"Ok? Am I ok?" I yell, "Do I look ok to you?"
Enzo steps inside and closes the door, "I'm sorry about him."
Another knock on the door interrupts our conversation. Before I can reach for the handle to see who it is, Draco steps in.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I spit.
"Um," He turns to look at Enzo. Enzo nods, signaling for him to go on, "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" I push his chest, "I'm so sick and tired of your shit, Draco." My tears have dried now.
My voices cracks, my anger now shielding my pain. "How did you think I was going to react, Draco? We share a moment together and then half an hour later you decide to insult me? Im done with your bullshit," the tears threaten to return again, "Stop sending bloody mixed signals. You say I'm 'infatuating' and then turn around and call me names, it's not fair Draco. You've made me feel like absolute shit ever since first year. Are you fucking happy? You broke down my walls. You broke ME." I give out once more, the air in the room polluted with rage and despair.
"Wait, wait," Enzo interrupts, "You guys snogged?"
"Piss off, Berkshire." Draco says angrily.
He turns back to me, "I'm sorry, Ok?" Draco remains calm, "I fucked up, Granger." He looks into my eyes, "Please, forgive me." He's showing no sadness, no regret. He's only talking, not showing.
