Slytherin Tears

30. To Admit It

Rowan Bailey

When looking at him, I felt disgusted with myself; once again. I have just been with Leo, from him lying about everything.

Why do I always mess everything up? Why is it always my fault?

Draco was all happy while I wasn't. His cheeks blushing pink as he smiles down at me, letting go of the side of my neck. Every cold, metallic feeling, leaving one after another.

He was waiting for a reaction, a response, something from me.

I tilt my head slightly, "Wait, so I- kissed you?"

He slowly nods, trying to figure out what I'm feeling. Keeping his small smile and blushing cheeks. His eyes study my every move and breathe.

So Leo lied. Or Draco, is?

"So it wasn't Leo?" I ask myself, hearing it said out loud.

He takes a step back, "No, you never kissed Leo." his voice is delicate, and still low; sounding confused.

"Oh-"

I could just see Blaise and Lena waiting for me to say something from the corner of my eye. I didn't know whether to feel mad or annoyed about Leo. I also didn't know how I felt towards Draco.

"I know it's probably weird for you, but," he clears his throat, "I just thought I should tell you before someone else already did- does." his voice stuttered by the end.

I laugh at the slightest of his nervousness, "You're a bit late for that, don't you think?"

He smiles back, both knowing who already mentioned it. He steps closer, once again, "Better late, than sorry."

His green eyes looking down at mine, the only green color I like.

He hovered over me, feeling both our smiles appear again. "Can I kiss you?" Just that made me smile happier. Still smiling at each other, as he came closer to me. "I won't kiss you until you allow me to."

"You're a bit late for that too." he laughs, looking down till his eyes come to mine again. "You can kiss me."

Everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between the fire cracking and thunder. Our lips connecting. His hands cupping my face while I held his shirt.

The feeling of his rings digging into my skin again, the feeling of his touch, soft. Now, this was the feeling. The feeling of it being special like nothing else mattered, but us.

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Lena Jeramey

"Don't tell me Draco's kiss is the reason you're awfully quiet." I snicker, knowing it was funny.

She closes our room door, before flopping herself down next to me. She let out a breath, closing her eyes, facing the ceiling.

I knew they both felt something when kissing. They wouldn't stop giving each other, those eyes; the ones Draco always has when looking at her.

Yet, I didn't know it was this good. He made Rowan all quiet since then, like she has nothing to say.

"I slept with Leo."

I shoot up, looking at her. Her voice was low as mine wasn't; keeping cutting each other off, "WHAT-"

"What do I do-"

"THE ACTUAL FUCK-"

"I don't know whether I liked it or not-"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS-"