𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 - 𝐃.𝐌.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 52

I wake up early this morning and get ready for the train.

I throw on a black dress and brush through my wavy hair.

I packed my bags, feeling even more anxious about seeing Draco than ever.

I arrived at the train station. It was still dark out, the sun was about to rise.

My bags were heavy and I was struggling with them as I fumbled onto the empty train.

As I made it completely inside, Draco paced towards me and grabbed two of my bags, then walked away with them.

I followed him to our carriage, where he put my luggage into the compartment, along with his own.

I sat down across from him, instead of next to him, like I was last time.

My anxiety churning in my stomach.

Draco was squirming, and doing everything he could not to look at me.

"You're allowed to look at me you know." I say, finally breaking the awkward silence between us.

His gaze finally fixed on mine as he grabbed something from the compartment with our luggage.

It was a journal, with small flower indents on the front.

That journal is too familiar.

That's because it's mine.

He waves it around, "I was wondering when you would figure out that I had this."

I reach to grab it but he yanks it away.

It's my diary. I prayed he didn't read it.

"How did you get that?" I ask.

"You left it on your desk the other day."

I watched as he flipped through the pages, landing on my most recent entry.

He read it out loud before I could stop him.

"Dear dairy, I don't know what to think anymore. Draco is still in my mind everyday and there's nothing I can do to stop that. I can't help but feel that I still love him somehow." Draco read, then looked up into my eyes.

I sheepishly glared back at him.

Draco shut my journal, and slowly moved to my side of the carriage.

"You still love me." he rasps.

I squirm a bit. Not daring to say a word.

"You don't want to admit it." he says.

His hand spreading across the side of my face.

"This is wrong." I mumble.

"So why does it feel so right..?" he asks.

I shake my head, forcing myself not to move.

I look back up at him, and his silver blue eyes burned into mine. I couldn't look away.

He examines my face, "You're so beautiful."

I don't look away from him, no matter how hard I try to.

He rolled up the sleeve to my dress, running his fingers across my mark.

He brought my arm up to his lips and gave it a kiss.

The train began to move, with only Draco and I aboard.

"Come watch the sunrise with me." he says.

He takes me by both hands to the back of the train.

We make it to the platform at the back and feel the crisp morning air against our skin.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." he said.

"About me?" I ask, "No, that can't be right. You were probably thinking about fucking me, hm?"

Draco sighs, "Don't be so stubborn. I've been thinking about you. And you only. Nothing sexual related."

"I find that hard to believe." I argue.

He looks at me confused.

I shake my head to stop the conversation.

"How are you and Samantha doing?" I ask.

His expression is impassive, "I don't like her."

My eyebrows furrow, "What? Why?"

He sucks in a breath, and looks towards the rising sun.

"I tried to find something in her that was similar to you. But she's nothing like you. Nothing at all. She's mean and cruel and you're soft and understanding yet perfectly feisty." he says.

My breaths come out raspy as he admits everything.

"You'd be surprised at how much she talks about you."

"Samantha talks about me?" I ask.

He laughs, "Yeah. A lot. Not particularly good things but she does talk about you."

He looks down for a moment, before turning towards me, "Look at me."

So I do, I look.

He twirled a piece of my hair between his fingers.

I refused to touch him, even though I wanted to.

God, I wanted to.

"I wish you would forgive me. I wish you would run into my arms. I wish you would look at me the way you did a few weeks ago. And- I wish you would kiss me until I get tired of it." he says, his tone slightly deep and cold.

His hand went to cup my face.

I leaned into it and shut my eyes, "I hate you."

"Why?" he asks.

"For making me feel like this. I hate you." I say, opening up my eyes.

He looks at me for half a second, and then we share a kiss.

How dare I let myself do that.