half crazy- d.m.

eleven

And we both know what happened during Christmas break.

"You look really beautiful, Daisy."

"Don't. Don't call me beautiful." Until she confirmed the suspicion I had, she knew. The only single arm holding me up on the bridge let go, and I was metaphorically going to jump off soon. "Why did you do it?"

Inhaled quickly and quietly. I didn't want to seem as if I was truly surprised. Because god only fucking knew why I even lied to her in the first place. I felt my jaw tense when I spoke- I had the bad habit come back the second I had left her. "To protect you, Daisy. That's why."

Just as quick, she answered me back, "I could have protected myself."

"We both know that's bullshit."

I needed her like I needed fucking water. So, imagine how fucking dehydrated of her love I feel with her standing in front of me.

I'm fucking thirsty. With a quench that only she would satisfy.

Her expression dropped like all the plans we had made with each other. All the smiles and kisses. The tears and exasperation.

It was a collective honey-like drizzle at how she suddenly gathered herself. Like she knew her worth was better than what I had done or what I had said. "I should go."
We both knew she would linger for a second longer, hoping I would convince her to stay. I wasn't going to. She really should leave. "Who told you?"

She sniffled as if she was soon going to cry, and the sound made my bones ache. "That really doesn't matter, does it?"

Silence stilled the room. I knew what she meant. Daisy didn't have anyone else besides me. She had isolated everyone besides the Slytherins before break ever happened.

I had now folded my arms across my chest. Anything to stop me from throwing them around her and comforting her. "You're partying with them?"

She scoffed. She was biting her tongue, I could tell. Tears fell from her face, now red from the hard anger she probably felt. "Did you expect me to resort back to not doing anything and always working? Like I was in the fall, in September?"

My eyebrows furrowed together at the sight of her anger. No, I'm glad you are hanging out and having a good time. I wish I were there to see it."

Her replies are low, sad, and still after a few more moments. "Me too. But that's your fault, Draco. Not mine."

I didn't respond. If she would only knew what I was dealing with, maybe it would make more sense. But cowardly, I didn't and couldn't tell her. And now it was too late.

She took another deep breath and spoke, "You know what I wanted, Draco... and it was never this."

present day

september of seventh year 

When I was twelve, I tried to run away. It was at the beginning of summer, right after my birthday. I packed a small bag with shit I thought was important, and I used the floo network to get to my Aunt Bella's house.

I hated using the floo. It was dirty, and entering the Floo flames was sometimes difficult due to ash, heat, and panic.

I ate my words when I arrived, only to have my aunt send me back to Malfoy Manor instantly. She claimed I was breaking the International Statute of Secrecy. She never wanted to get involved with the way my parents treated me. 

My parents hadn't even realized I was gone. In fact, when I had been forced back through the floo to the Manor, it was time for dinner. My parents often used to rage and turned into silence. My mother always did love my father, but at the same time, I don't think she really ever loved herself. 

And holding that in as a child was far too difficult and something that I shouldn't have had to learn. 

It was no surprise that they were too busy to sit down for a full meal, so it was just me... all alone. Eating dinner at a table with more than enough seats, set for three and only used by one.

As mad as I was, I told myself I would be alright. Counting all my mistakes over and over until my brain wasn't able to process anything else.

And at that moment, I knew that if there was one thing I despised, it was when I wasn't in control.

Because which was worse? Being the second choice... or not being chosen at all? 

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My crush on Daisy started a little after returning to Hogwarts for our fifth year. It only grew stronger as the years went on. The years I couldn't have her. The years I wouldn't dare go near her.

She was well into dating Dean Thomas, a fucking low-life wanker. And I was coming off from having little fuck-flings with girls who didn't even make my duck half hard at times. It was exhausting.

Everyone knew that Daisy and Dean had a strained relationship. He yelled and ridiculed her often- in the hallways, in the Great Hall during mealtimes, and in class when she didn't know the answers to the professors' questions.

He even told everyone in our class that Daisy must have some learning disability because she couldn't use her defense magic the way everyone else could.

There was a time when Daisy treated red flags like roses. She would stifle her voice to make herself small for him. Like she constantly shoving a sock down her throat to appease him.

Rumors of him being mean to her began when Umbridge was at Hogwarts. And when the Inquisitorial Squad was in full swing, and there was a small 'I' on the front of my robes, I got closer to Daisy.

We didn't become friends. Not at all. But, she was always alone. I didn't know it then, but she was kicked out of Potter's diminutive little army club because she was incredibly terrible at defense spells.

It happens. Not everyone can have the skills to use defending magic- especially at the level that was passed around in whispers about an upcoming war.

I almost gave up. On her. On my obsession with her. I got my dark mark and vowed myself to the Dark Lord. I had forgotten what it was like to be... so obsessively in love.

Daisy approached me on the train, and she drank straight from my flask- not one time, but four times. Her small little sundress flowed with the wind from the open window. Her nipples were hard and tight against the fabric. Mouthwatering. So close in my hands... so close that I could finally act on my impulses, and she would be mine.

I pushed it further. I had nothing to lose. I had nothing holding me back any longer. I wanted her. I wanted her to return to the Daisy she was before all this.

And then I heard about what happened this summer. What she did this summer. And didn't it didn't make any sense?

So, I had to change my obsession to something different. Because if I didn't.... I'd be dead from the thought of finding out.

But still, even with my crush, I never let myself wonder what she tasted like or what her pretty little mouth would look wrapped around my cock.

Until now. 

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