"You w-w-what?" Draco whispered as his face went pale.
"I- I- love you Draco Malfoy. And I always have! And I can't help it! I've tried and tried to hate you but it doesn't block the feelings I have for you. And ever since you have been hanging out...
This book contains ⚠️Mention of SA⚠️ ⚠️Mention of mental abuse ⚠️ I think that's it _______________
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I choose you Again and again At the start to finish Of every signal day No matter what season No matter what year
But I know you don't choose me And I'm ok with it Cause not all people Are in love With the one the beloveds them So don't choose me I know u don't want to see Us together in 5 years to be
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"Hi, I'm Lilly," she greeted, extending her hand for a handshake. However, I wasn't one for formalities like handshakes; hugs were more my style. It was a practice I adopted since the first year when I surprised Draco with a hug, an unconventional gesture that left him so astounded that he promised to report my actions to his father. To this day, I remain unsure if Lucius Malfoy ever received that intriguing report.
"Sorry, I'm a hugger!" I chuckled, releasing Lilly from our friendly embrace and stepping back toward Theo. "And if you don't mind, I have to go beat the living daylights out of Draco!" I declared, slipping my gloves back on before heading off on my mission.
Despite a diligent 30-minute search, Draco proved elusive. Passing by shops, students, and various distractions, my attention was snagged by the glint of a silver necklace adorned with an emerald green crystal, a breathtaking piece reminiscent of Narcissa Malfoy's signature jewelry, a fixture at every Christmas ball she hosted.
Entering the jewelry store, I found myself surrounded by an array of exquisite pieces – necklaces, bracelets, rings, and accessories. I had always held a fondness for jewelry, a passion inherited from my mother, who would spare no expense to adorn me like a princess. Her love manifested in beautiful, expensive dresses and the most exquisite jewelry.
"Ah, something caught your eye?" Draco's familiar voice whispered by my ear, his warm breath causing a subtle blush to grace my cheeks and a fluttering sensation in my stomach. It wasn't a painful sensation but rather a peculiar yet comforting feeling.
"Yeah, I suppose so," I stammered, still processing the unexpected emotion. It was a unique experience – a feeling that hadn't accompanied Draco's presence before. Did he sense it too, or was it just my imagination?
"Which one catches your eye?" Draco inquired, drawing closer, though the proximity was already too intimate.
"Just this silver one with the beautiful green crystal," I replied, gesturing towards the necklace. "It reminds me of one of your mother's pieces, the ones she wears to every Christmas ball." Narcissa Malfoy, with her captivating elegance, embodied the motherly figure I never truly had.
My own mother had once been warm and loving, playing dress-up and sharing every moment. However, inexplicably, she changed, growing distant and cold after a particular Christmas event. Her transformation left me living with a mere memory of the mother who once made every day magical – a stark contrast to the woman who rarely emerged from her room or office, scolding me for my appearance and posture whenever she did.
