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Sly
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Complete, First published Sep 06, 2020
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His cold hand snakes up to my neck and I gulp, his cold rings that decorates his hand cools my neck. My body however, reacts rather weird to this as it begins to set the butterflies free to roam. I look into his eyes as he brings himself closer, making me smell his expensive scent.

"I'm on to you"

Is all what Draco said before violently letting me free.

My head jerks back from the force before I place my hands onto my now cold neck. I sit there in silence with confusion as Draco walks away with a smug look.

꧁ 𓆙 ꧂
  Draco Malfoy, the coldest wizard that is known to man. Everything about him is cold; his glacier stare, frosty locks, icy eyes, his ice cold rings, and his touch, he is brutally cold. 

Celeste Saloux, the new witch who just wants a fresh start, her angelic yet fierce personality appeals to many. 
꧁ 𓆙 ꧂

𓆙𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒?𓆙

𓆙𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑜  𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦𓆙
(There will be a lot to details, I warned you)
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Remorse

31 parts Ongoing

I force myself to unlock the door and once it swings open, I spend no time watching the look of bafflement on his face. I brush right past him and sit myself down onto the bed, my eyes are glued to the rain racing down the panes. He walks over to where I'm sitting, steadily, and stands over me. Studying me. Inspecting the dried patches on my face and the blood on my knuckles from picking at my skin. I can't bare to watch. Finally, I glance up at him and our eyes are locked within each other's. His head tilts to the side and the paleness of his eyes continue examining me. "What are you doing to yourself?" Are the next words that have no hesitation flying out of his mouth. It makes me so angry that he assumes I've been the one behind this. "You did this to me." I had meant to sound strong and convincing, but it had turned only into a timid whisper.