I Will Never Love You (draco malfoy x reader)

VIII

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Y/N's POV

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He left.

I sit up, frozen, unable to even comprehend what just happened.

He fucked me. And then he left.

A single tear falls down my cheek, my cheeks heating up with anger and embarrassment.

I was used.

I stand up, my legs wobbling under me.

Isn't he supposed to help me clean up? Kiss me and tell me how amazing I was?

I shuffle to the bathroom and turn on the shower, the water freezing my skin.

He left.

I stand under the shower stream, not knowing if I'm shaking from anger, sadness, coldness, or because I'm still shaking from Draco.

I sit on the floor, hugging my legs, letting the cold water shower me, cleaning off his scent. I softly sob into my knees.

An hour goes by of me crying on the floor of my bathtub. I hear a knock on the door.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Tracey asks. "You've been in there for a while... and your homework was all over the floor. I cleaned it up for you."

I don't respond.

"Y/n? I'm coming in."

She opens the door, peeking in. "y/n?"

I sniff. She hears and knows I'm here.

"What's wrong?" She says behind the curtain.

He left.

"Here's a towel, I warmed it up for you. I'm gonna go get you some water and a snack from the Great Hall, everyone was concerned as to why you didn't show up for dinner. I'll be right back, okay?" she scurries out of the bathroom.

I sniff again and sigh. I stand up, finally washing my body with my rose-scented body wash, and running the water between my legs, cleaning off what.. he left.

I turn off the water and grab the heated towel, not realizing how cold I was. I hug the towel desperately, sobbing into it. I dry myself off and leave the bathroom, finding underwear and a new hoodie, and loose shorts. I put it all on and climb into my bed, my knees to my chest, staring off into space.

After a few minutes, Tracey arrives with... him, and a plate of food with a cup of water. I look away from him, not wanting to get caught in his eyes. I quickly stand up, on the opposite side of my bed. I look at Tracey.

"Get him out."

He scoffs. "What? Y/n, after today? You're mad at me?!" He yells.

Tears start to stream down my face. I refuse to look at him.

"Wow. Pansy was right. You are a slut," he spits and leaves.

Tracey looks dumbfounded, and shocked, not knowing how to react. "What the fuck happened?" She runs over to me, placing my food on my bed, hugging me.

"We... we did it."

Her eyes widen in shock. "So, why are you upset with him?"

"We did it. And he left. Instantly. Leaving me naked," my lip quivers before I eventually break down, squeezing her into me and scream crying into her shoulder.

She pets my head and back, shushing me. "Shh, shh. Don't worry, y/n. I'll take care of this. I promise. You just stay here and eat, maybe read a book. I'll be back before bed, don't worry."