Chapter 39 : Draco

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Draco

I sat awake in my bed. It was almost midnight, and I wanted to listen to see if Simon disrupted anything or anyone. My mind was on the fritz. I wanted Hanna to be safe, but at the same time, I wanted to know if I truly loved Astoria. I finally decided that I needed some tea to calm my nerves and headed down to the kitchen. I was surprised to see that someone else had the same idea as well.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I smirked and took the seat opposite her. “Mind if I join you?”

Her eyes widened up at me. “Um, sure.”

I helped myself from the tea pot in the middle of the table. I then added cream and sugar. I then added an extra scoop of sugar just to see if she’d look up from her cup, but she didn’t. I took that time to really look at her. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder. Her pale complexion was flawless. She then glanced up at me, and I was looking into a pair of bright blue eyes. I smiled at her, but she went straight back to avoiding me.

“Well, I’ve had quite enough tea. Good night-“

“Wait,” I called. “Astoria, I think we need to talk.”

She slowly sat back down from having stood up. “What do we need to talk about?”

“You know, you. Me. Us. The kiss that we shared,” I reminded her. Her eyes were locked onto mine. Both were a tunnel of despair. Could she really not want to be in love with me? “What happened to make you run away from me? Are you afraid that you’re starting to feel the same way?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not, but everyone thinks that I am. I just don’t want you to fall for me.”

“What?” I asked, not getting exactly what she was saying.

“I don’t feel that way about you. Yes, I did kiss you, but I was just merely curious,” she grimaced. “I’ve been avoiding you because I don’t want you to fall for me. Yes, I seemed full of myself and quite a lot like you, but that’s just what my parents want to see. The truth is I don’t even want to be here, and I don’t want to marry you.”

 I shook my head. “So, you’re crumbling?”

She let out a cry that sounded a bit like a whiney.”Yes, Draco. I guess that’s what I’m doing. I don’t want to be trapped in this life forever. I want to live. I want to see the world,” she then looked at me breathlessly. “I want to see the Eiffel Tower, Draco.”

“And you should,” I told her, truly meaning it. “It’s not that simple though.”

She nodded. “I know that, but I can’t live like this anymore. I hope you didn’t fall too hard, Draco.”

I shook my head more in embarrassment than anything. “Nah, I admit I was confused, but as I can tell, there’s no reason to be anymore.”

She nodded. “Well, good night, Draco.”

As she left the room, I couldn’t help but watch her go out. I hadn’t ever figured that she didn’t feel the same way as I did. That was just a shocker and a half. I took a sip of my cold tea and made a face. As I looked down into the brown liquid, I couldn’t help but be relieved that she didn’t mysteriously leave, such as Eriel. 

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