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Just so we're clear, Draco Malfoy is not in love with me. And I'm not in love with Draco Malfoy.
We're companions, together out of convenience. We care for each other, sure, but would I throw myself out into the path of an Avada Kedavra curse to save his life? No. I wouldn't even throw myself out in front of Weasley's pathetic bat-boogey hex for him.
Just so we're clear, Draco Malfoy and I are not a couple. We are together purely for the sake of company when we're teasing Gryffindors, or for companionship when we're patrolling the halls late at night.
Despite what many think, Draco and I do not rule the Slytherin house. Yes, I do lord over a group of girls that will bend to my will. I have leadership quality. It's true that Draco's quite well-known, and we are part of the group of the more elite. But no one has crowned us.
For your information, I recognize Draco's rude tendencies. He seems to think his blood is purer than mine, and everyone else's, for that matter. I know that Malfoy's come from a long line of arrogance… and sometimes I despise him for it.
Sometimes.
Just so we're clear, the lingering looks we occasionally shoot each other from across the common room mean nothing. When the thunder rumbles late at night and the lightening flashes in a strobe like manner, when the castle threatens to shake with the pure rage of the storm, and Draco grabs my hand because he can sense my nervousness…. It doesn't mean he's in love with me. He's just protecting me, I'm weak and he knows it, the urge to protect me is just instinct.
We have a lot in common, sure, but we're Slytherins. We come from a long line of cold and callus and we're proud of it. We're not meant to fall in love.
The moments when Draco tugs on my shoulder as we're passing down the stairs and I turn around and he kisses me are extremely rare. We hardly snog at all. When we do, it's not because we're in love, it's just lust and longing. Our teenage hormones getting the best of us. We don't mention it the day after.
And just because Draco's gone now. Just because he left and didn't say goodbye, doesn't mean I'm going to break down and cry. I'll remain as stubborn as I always have been, I won't shed a single tear. He was only a companion after all, not a friend, not something-more, a companion.
I may not be able to stop thinking about him, but that is only because I'm curious as to where he is gone. I'm simply trying to figure out if he has the mark yet. I'm not concerned about his well-being.
And just because there's this feeling of absolute emptiness in the pit of my stomach, just because the feeling that something is missing is steadily building up within me, just because it scares me to think of what's happening him…
doesn't mean I miss Draco Malfoy.
And it certainly doesn't mean I'm in love with him.
Just so we're clear.
a/n: Blah. I just felt like writing this. Took me less than a half hour. My read through wasn't really thorough (as I do plan on getting to school sometime today, lol, I'm already at least two hours late), so point out any mistakes you notice. Lastly, Review please, I promise it won't kill you.