DEATH AND THE DRAGON, - a dark, hard and soft draco malfoy love story.

d r a c o

I am a fool.

I let pride get in the way.

I am so sorry, darling.

m a r a

I didn't want it to be real.

But it was.

Umbrigde and the other Slytherins grabbed Harry and Cho to the office, the others were scorted to their houses.

Draco has been following me of a minute and I want to stab him.

I can't believe he did this to me.

I actually trusted him.

My eyes are almost watered enough but I am sick of feeling like shit.

I am so angry. I feel so betrayed. This has completely ruined me.
Draco had finally the nerve to speak words, "Mara-"

"Don't." I hissed, feeling so revolted, so angry, so impossibly sad, so avoidant, so ashamed of myself for letting someone do this to me.

He grabs my hand and I almost lose it, "DON'T!" I yell, hissing anger, staring at him with so much hatred, I hate him, is all I think. I hate Draco. I hate everything about him. He absolutely betrayed me. He knew. He knew this whole time. He couldn't not know. I am shattered to pieces, because of all people, I didn't expect it to be him anymore.

I feel so horrible. I feel like I am drowning in my own head, because the truth is that I never actually hated him. I hated myself so much for still caring for him, even after what he has done to my friends and me; even after he let pride get in the way and demolish a dream I was finally ready to accept and allow in my heart. I was finally finding family that I never had. I was so happy helping people with their problems. I was so complete as I helped others be completed.

And my 'boyfriend' had ruin it.

As I yelled at him, he flinched, squeeze brows, terrified look in his cold, grey murderous eyes. I'm carrying so much regret and desperation you do not understand. He has never seen me like this. My hand shaking with so much anger, for him to help the woman that has been tutoring people, kids, myself and writing on their hands. I hate you, is all I wanted to say.

Tears of anger and betrayal stream down my face. I can't take this anymore.

It's a snowball waiting to burst.

Draco does not say anything. His mouth is parted, in shock looking at me. I point my finger as I cry very angrily, echoing through the lonely hall, "You," I shake my head "you knew, didn't you?!"

He looks painfully at my hand, i was so devastated, i was so regretful, "Did you do this?"

I pause, angrily breathing, tears of panic streaming down my eyes, I'm in so much pain right now, my hand flaming anger that my cut started to bleed again, dripping on the ground.

Malfoy steps closer to me, his eyes full of emotion, jaw impossibly tense, fuming mad, I want to slap his face, punch him, but I'm so weak I can't, "Who did this to you?"

"The woman you helped today." I say, almost chocking, my heart is dying, looking into his eyes, they're so cold I can't melt them anymore with mine, you felt so savagbale yet i couldn't save you, "She, cut into my hand because of the stupid thing we did." I shake my head, I hate him. "We're done." I uttered, so much despair in my lungs, throat, soul, aching so much, I can't grasp it. I think if I do I'd die. Shatter. Burn. Age to death.