Entrapment | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 25

Theo was right about looking depressed all the time. I'd never feel better if I didn't look better. I wanted to show myself off. I wanted to look presentable. I wanted to look hot. I wanted it all.

I want the boy.

I missed him so much my lungs burned with dissatisfaction. My Draco. I craved his touch. His familiarity. His cold hands and warm skin. His giggles when I said something stupid.

I knew this pain would subside. Like mourning a death. It would pass slowly with time, but only if I cut him out for good. I didn't just lose my boyfriend, but my best friend. He promised he would never leave. And I could only help but wonder:

How could he not miss me?

"Is this acceptable? Do I look okay?" I asked Theo calmly as I stepped out into the room. He glanced up from the book quickly before his eyes widened and returned back to me.

"Um. Yeah. Looks great- I mean you- well, you look great. Stunning, uh." He stuttered out, making me crack a smile. "EMELIA! SMILING! FROM SOMETHING I SAID?!" He teased, jumping up from the bed and chasing after me. I sprinted out the door with a giggle before I ran to the common room.

Everyone was decked out in green and black, and Theo finally caught up to me with a chuckle, but I stood still in the middle of the room. My breathing was shaky as I couldn't help but stare at the blonde and my old friends. His friends.

And plenty of girls trying to wish him good luck. His bright smile on display to make them feel important to him. Like they really mattered. They were pons. Laid out on a board like a game of chess, and they'd get used and forgotten about just for him to win.

His smile. That wide toothed smile that he had plastered across his face. I couldn't help but scoff at the sight before I walked away towards the exit. It was fake. A scam. All part of the Act. His big production. His ego.

"Got a problem, Prince?" His piercing voice rang in my ears behind me, and the room fell silent. This was apart of his production, too.

Every day a crowd gathered near him, waiting for me to cross his path. He'd make a big scene. Humiliate me. Call me names. Make me cry.

They fed off of it. Like animals surrounding a carcass.

But not today. I've had enough.

"I don't." I said flatly, turning to stare him dead in the eye. Blaise, Gregory, and Vincent avoided eye contact with me like they did every other day.

They felt bad, I knew they did. They hadn't approached me since it happened. They didn't stop him. But the looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. They were trapped. The couldn't cross him. Especially for the likes of me.

"Stop letting noises fly out of your mouth when you look at me then." He spat as he stood up from his seat, referring to my scoffing. "Or do you miss doing it that badly?" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes making my spine shiver.

"Doing what exactly? Pretending?" I asked casually. He furrowed his brows as he looked at me, thinking I was a moron for the comeback he thought I just made. "Oh, come on, Malfoy. You can't seriously be that hollow?" I asked him with a chuckle.

"What are you going on about?" He asked me. He was flustered. I hadn't spoken this much to him in weeks. He was getting worked up. Wasn't sure what to do. I held the power for once.

"You seriously," I cut my words off with my laughter, "you seriously thought those noises I used to make with you were real?!" I laughed, causing Pansy to spit out the water she was taking a drink of and splatter it all over Draco in front of her.