Not Giving up: Chapter 8
Blaise POV:
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I stayed hidden in the back shadows, invisible to all thoughts who passed by. It's a scary thought to be invisible. Constantly surrounded by shadows, always on the verge of darkness to be easily sucked into the sinfulness of the world.
I saw Hermione come running around the corner. She was in her pajamas. I saw flushing on her cheeks, and a spark in her eyes which told me she wanted to be here, to be with him.
She quickly ran up the stairs.
I stepped out of the shadows, to look up the stairs. Draco stood up from the floor with a new light in his eyes. His hair was messed up from the friction of his fingers going though it out of torment. There was a slight blush on his cheeks from something she said. His response made her blush, and down cast her eyes. He reached forward, and cupped her cheek; she was still blushing but was now looking at him. He lent in and…
"What the hell are you doing here?" Ginny screeched loudly.
I whipped around to make sure it was the right person to the voice I've memorized over time. She had beautiful red hair, that was as softer then it looked. Her brilliant green eyes were brighter then I remembered. She was wearing short shorts, and a form fitting tank-top. My heart started too raced, but I told her to "shut it."
I looked back up the stairs, and saw Hermione looking down at me.
Oh, shit.
She came down the stairs confusion and hurt in her eyes. Draco was hot on her tail.
"What the hell is this Malfoy!" Hermione said while walking to her younger friend, then liking arms as if she will be stronger.
"Is this some kind of game for you play? Who can get the mudblood to fall in love with him?" Hermione yelled at us. A pair of green eyes was watching me; I looked anywhere, but at her.
"No Hermione, it's nothing like that," Draco pleated.
"Then what the hell is he doing here?" she said while pointing at me. I looked at Hermione, and saw tears in her eyes. I looked to the opposite of her, and saw Draco.
This was probably the closest thing to crying he's ever gotten. If you knew Draco, you would know nothing ever bothered him. He never cared. Now his eyes have glossed over, and heartbroken was written across his face plain enough for anyone to see. If you knew him you would know he wasn't lying.
"Hermione, please," he begged.
"Save it," she said shaking her he said, avoiding his eyes.
"Hermione please, just listen to me," he said desperately.
"Save your breath. I never want to speak, or talk to you again! Why should I stay?" she asked.
She shook her head, and was led away by Ginny before she could hear Draco whispered, "Because I think I love you."
He fell to his knees with his head bowed, and hands flat on the cold stone floor.
What could I possibly say?
It was quiet for about a good thirty seconds.
"We'll get her back man," I said placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Leave me alone! Get out!" he yelled towards the floor.
"Calm down it wi-"
"Didn't you hear her; she wants nothing to do with me! Get out! Leave me alone!" He yelled finally looking me in the eye. Heartbroken all over his face he looked, he looked like me after-no I won't think about that.
I slowly made my way out of the room, as soon as I took three steps out of the room; I heard a choked sob escape it.
A/N it was probably a bad idea to write this while mad at my sister. Sorry guys probably not what you were expecting, sorry...
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Sarah
