Skye

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't believe Draco! Holding me like that-like he cared about me. He just wanted somebody to fuck. His girlfriend must not be enough for him.

I thought about the few minutes we lay there. We lay like a couple. He had awoken feelings I hadn't felt in a long time. I didn;t know I could feel that way again. I hadn't felt that way since Him. I closed my cutrains around my bed, curled up under the blanket, and I wept. I wept at the memories, at the joy I had and the pain of losing it.


I woke a few hours later to a tapping at my window. A black owl was on the other side. Matt's owl. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from shrieking in happiness.

I opened the letter.

Skye,
That's such a pretty name. It suits you. Everything is taken care of. I'm worried about you. You found someone already. I've heard about this Draco-Malfoy is it? He has a reputation. He'll hurt you. Stay away from him. We don't want any repeats of your previous heartbreak. I don't want to see you hurt again. You don't want you past to haunt you, but it will if you repeat it. Just my advice.
Matt

My happiness? What was he talking about? And what was this bullshit about Draco? I hurled the letter in the firplace and watched as the flames licked at the paper. Soon, it was ashes.

Matt wanted to protect me. He was always trying to protect me. I don't need protecting. I can take care of mytself.

On the balcony I cried, "You are not my father!" I punched the window. Pulling out my wand, I fixed the now shattered colored glass. I cursed myself. I really need to control it.