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And I've lost who I am
And I can't understand Why my heart is so broken Rejecting your love Without love gone... so wrong
Draco lay on the floor of his bedroom, broken. His eyes remained open, for it hurt him to shut them. All he could see was the Slytherin emblem, hung above his bed, because it hurt him to turn away. It all hurt. Everything. The Dark Lord punished Draco thoroughly. He punished Draco for all that had gone wrong with his victorious plan. He punished Draco for not knowing more about Rosalie Bryce, for inviting her into the Dark Lord's inner circle, for not knowing her current whereabouts He punished him hard. And Draco hurt.
Draco brought his hand up slowly, so he wouldn't injure an already hurting arm, to wipe his silver blonde hair, with newly hardened streaks of blood, out of his eyes. His eyes were dry, finally. When The Dark Lord had begun to punish him, Draco thought that he would feel no pain worse than the pain he felt when Rosalie looked into his eyes the day before. He was wrong. When the Dark Lord raised his wand to Draco, he thought that he wouldn't cry out, for he had cried all of his tears the weeks prior. He was wrong.
Draco remembered the first day he met Rosalie Bryce, about 2 years ago. It was in the Dungeons, where the Slytherins reside. He was half-heartedly practicing his transfigurations homework, when he saw a 2nd year looking faintly at him...
"What the hell are you looking at?" Draco wasn't exactly sure whether or not the young girl was staring at him, but it was fun to see the little children's frightened looks when he snapped at them.
"Please. No one was looking at you. No one's even thinking about you." The girl rolled her eyes and picked up a book from the table nearest her. Draco was taken aback. What the hell?
"Excuse me?" Draco leaned in closer to her and snarled. He glared at her and gave her a fierce look. He was sure it would send her running. He was wrong.
"You're excused. For your terrible manners," he girl said distantly. She hadn't even taken her eyes off of her book. Draco was visibly angry now. Who was this girl? Draco didn't really remember seeing her around the dungeons. But then again, since when did Draco Malfoy pay attention to the younger grades?
The girl was tan, maybe black, but he wasn't sure. She had long black hair that ran down her back as she sat with her legs tucked underneath her on the chair. She contrasted Draco. He was towering and muscular, she was short and petite. He was light and she was dark. His hair was nearly white, and hers was pitch black. He happened to be snarling and she had a faint smile on her lips. She tilted her head to the side, as she read further into her book, clearly ignoring Draco.
"Listen you little twerp. Look at me, I am your elder!" Draco stood over her, threatening her with his menacing presence. She hadn't even flinched. Perhaps if there weren't other people around he would have taught her a lesson, but for now he just wanted to scare her.
The girl rolled her eyes and got up. The top of her head only went up to Draco's chest. "Oh wipe that snarl off of your face." She started to walk away, but turned around and placed a hand on her hips and looked Draco square in the eyes. Her black ones reached his grey ones. "If you think I'm frightened of you, Draco Malfoy, you're wrong."
Draco sighed deeply at the memory and caught a slight scent of a Rose. The sweetest Rose. That of an angel. Of Rosalie. He would have sworn that she was right in front of him again, her head meeting his chest. But... He was wrong.
