𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 ✰

Twenty-two

"Why? So then, why Malfoy? You knew it wasn't an accident, don't give me that bullshit," you say, glaring up at him. he could see the way the emotion cut through your eyes. Displaying the withering anger melted into confusing sadness. A complex emotion only given by... love. You could see the surprise, but then the anger in his eyes. He wasn't used to someone standing up to him. He let go of your wrist with a heavy huff.

"Go back to your work, y/n," he muttered coldly, turning away to go back to sorting the potions. "No Malfoy. No, you need to tell me. Why are you doing this?" you say back in defense, the confidence coming from nowhere that you could pinpoint, but most likely an ache, a need for understanding. "You're taunting me, you're leading me on just to have me end up in darkness! You're mixing my emotions! Making me feel things I can't understand, and for what! Is it for laughs? Did Pansy put you up to it!" you say, your voice loud in the empty dark classroom. Emotion cutting through it.

"What-" Draco began to say, actually, now had a hint of confusion and worry once you mentioned pansy, but he was cut off. "I told you no slacking off, Mr. Malfoy!" a deep voice cuts through as footsteps enter, Professor Snape definitely not looking the happiest. His dark robes trailing behind him as he looked between you and Draco. "I don't care what romantic... quarreling is going on here. Get to scrubbing," he said firmly towards us. Pointing at the cauldrons.

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Walking back with pruny, sore hands, the dark and cold corridors felt more isolating than ever.  Luckily, you could see Hermione in the distance; she seemed to have gotten back from the library. You rush immediately to her, sighing deeply once your feet sync with your steps. She glances at you quietly before speaking. "Detention was... hard, hm?" she murmured, sensing your tension. You didn't answer. "This whole Draco thing is getting to you. I've never seen you like this," she said, concerned. 

"I tried to talk to him, but he just dismissed me, and then once I tried to finally speak my mind, Snape interrupted," you say with a heavy sigh. "Why is he doing this, and moreover, why do I feel the need to care so much, Hermione?" you say and stop, looking at her. Your face was solemn, confused, and utterly dumbfounded. She stopped as well, smiling sadly. Her hands are going to fix your hair, "because I think you're letting yourself think too much of it. Your emotions are getting in the way..." She paused for a second, "The only way to fix this is to recognize what you feel." She said softly, and it clicked. The only way you were going to understand Draco was to understand yourself. You clutch your own wrist, the same redness he had clutched hours before.

Maybe you needed to stop thinking about it.

503 words (short sorry getting back into my groove) Sept. 2, 2025

(hi guys...so its been almost 6 months. sorry. I had major life things & became so depressed I lost all motivation to write, so I sincerly apologize but ive become stable in a new house & am ready to get back to writing!! also funny fact, the crush I talked abt in the last chapter actually became my bf for 3 months but then broke up with me. evil... but we all know draco would never so. anyway i dont even know if anyone will read this but i hope my writing has improved!! you guys can prob tell i experienced my first breakup recently in my writing.)