𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

57

"Lilith-"

"I don't wanna talk right now, Draco. I have to get ready to open my bloody hand tomorrow in the evening."

I got inside the dungeons and went straight to my dorm, laying face down on my bed and playing some music as I continued braiding a bracelet I was planning to send for Tonks, following the technique Liv taught me. Lately, both braiding and knitting had become an unusual way to keep my rage under control since I didn't have my broom back yet, leaving Quidditch out of the table.

After a little while, I heard someone knocking on my door. Liv appeared in my sight as soon as I shouted 'come in' and, without words needed, she threw herself in my bed, laying next to me, looking at the ceiling.

"I think we have something to talk about."

I complained, grunting and messing up one of the knots in the bracelet. "Not you too, I already had Draco being a pain in the ass."

"You know what I want to talk to you about is really far from whatever Draco said."

She was damn right. As usual.

"Bet you wanna talk about Fred."

"What happened before Umbridge caught us-"

"Indeed!" I snickered at the same time as she started to talk. Noticing I was only ruining more the bracelet, I left it on my nightstand and focused on Liv.

"You can't deny it to yourself anymore, Lilith. It's not good for your mental health and it's stupid to do it. The sooner you learn to accept it, the sooner it would stop being heavy on your heart."

"How d'you know it's been like that?" I asked her, genuinely surprised.

"For fuck's sake, don't be such a gobdaw, I know you even better than yourself."

"Can't deny that."

"What happened today with your Patronus- Merlin, it was the bombshell you needed to admit it. There's nothing wrong with being in love with him, Lilith."

I let out a long sigh.

"'Course there is it, Liv. I am in love with the man that hated me the most for these last six years. And it's not a poor teenage love, my bloody Patronus has changed into his! You know how fucking much I have to be feeling for him to reach that point?!"

"Lilith, you know that something changed between you two after this summer..."

"Yeah, I became a fuckin' masochist who falls in love with her Nemesis! And what's worse, he doesn't love me back!" I grabbed my pillow and snorted dramatically against it. "The last thing I needed now was to have a bloody heartbreak."

"You don't know that..." she whispered.

"I dunno what?"

"If he loves you back or not!"

"Of course I do. He doesn't love me back, I know it. He might be attracted to me or maybe even like me as a friend, but love?! Nah, Liv."

She tutted, shaking her head. "You don't know it. Whether you see it or not, I truly reckon he must feel else something for you."

"How do you know it?" I asked, trying to sound confident and firm, even though internally, I was deadly scared. I have never been actually in love, and only thinking about the idea of confessing it to Fred and finding out he doesn't feel the same for me, made me sick and feel a huge hole in my chest. Why does everything happen always to me?

"Because I've seen how he looks at you!" she stated, pretty obvious.

"With sexual desire?" I asked, sarcastic and Liv rolled her eyes.