Lately,I have been having a lot of Dramione feels. As a result this happened! I hope it meets your needs.
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I am not talented or gifted in any way, shape or form. I do not know how many stars the heavens hold, or the distance between earth and mars. I cannot cook or sing, and I have never been a kind person. I am not God – I am average.
I am a fool, too infatuated with love to think straight. My hands twitch around the silver buckle on my robes. I can feel each grove in the design; the harsh angles of the significant Malfoy emblem. I almost rip it from my chest then.
She stood there, across the buzzing bar, looking as radiant as ever with her soft waving auburn hair, and a small smile on her plump lips. Her cheeks were flushed the faintest of pink, the tip of her nose too. I found myself smiling with each fluid movement she made, as she brushed some stray snowflakes from the ends of her hair.
And then he puts his arm around her, locking her shoulders tightly against his own. Snapping the emblem from my robe was all I could do then to stay calm. In that moment, I was sure that whatever soft features my face had tried to summon where now hardened and cold once again.
"Come on, Draco. Let's get out of this dump," Zabini ordered, nudging me out the door.
This is how it was. This is how it always had been. I would watch from afar, always toying with that stupid emblem, always feeling the turn in the M, the sharpness of each point. I would always want to crush it into something pliable, something soft, something foreign to the name Malfoy.
And while the snow fluttered around my face, tinting my pale cheeks with a pink that was not as beautiful as hers, I toyed the emblem between my fingers, wishing I could drop it and let it suffocate beneath the snowfall. Instead, I pocketed the silver clasp, knowing that I would repair it that night. And next time I would watch from afar, and he would win her grace – over and over and over.