Chapter 3- Jealous over Potter?

Ever since the semester had started, Draco is usually found always spending his time on his own, always planning on how he would possibly kill the headmaster. His plans were so off the line that he was about to loose his confidence about himself. Pansy and Blaise were nothing close to help either, they kept on smirking at him whenever they would see him and somehow, their faces remind him of Lovegood. Mocking him over and over again, and then he would get more stressed than before. Fuck his so called friends. And fuck life and their complicated problems.

"Bugger off, all of you" He entered the abandoned girl's loo without intending to be, all he knows, on that exact moment was that he needed a place to get out from everything. Away from the stress of his life and it's complicated upbringings. It was all too much to bear, layering them up one by one upon his back. Everything weighs down as he can feel his shoulders shudder and goosebumps had developed on his skin.

Just when he closed the door, the tears that were begging not to fall are falling freely down, down, down from the aspects of his eyelids. He laid his body against the door and with a rapid of closing applied to his eyes, he slowly collapsed to the ground with his arms looped around his knees.

"Why hello there Draco" he didn't respond, he didn't even blink his eyes. Almost like a person under the imperius curse, he was just staring blankly over nothing in particular. There was one thing that kept on running inside his mind, he needs to kill the Headmaster. He needs to succeed. He needs to be strong to live.

"Do tell me why you chose to hang out in my place. Did Harry told you our special times in here?" the ghost shrieked and started circling infront of him, staring at him giddily as if she was waiting for him to answer her about Harry Potter. But surprisingly, even Moaning Myrtle and the talk of Potter didn't make Draco feel something- it has to be annoyance, but rather, he is still feeling trapped.

He feels like he is in a situation that is no longer fixable with the snap of his father's fingers. His parents are counting on him now, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, he knows that the dark lord intends him to fail. He is only turning seventeen this year for Merlin's sake! Murdering the most powerful wizard is not an easy task-it will never will be. And this is his first-but hopefully, his last assignment for the dark lord. Even if he loathes the ever presence of Harry Potter, since the day he heard the dark lord's name, all he ever wanted was for Harry to end him. He might be a selfish, arrogant pureblooded being but he never wanted anybody to suffer. And when his blood and skin were white from sins and lies, he never dreamed and wanted to be a servant of 'him'. Even though his life is well thought of, and is being talked about over and over again, the weight still feels difficult and he feels as if he will forever drown in the choices he would never make.

To tell everyone the truth, since the day he was set to have his assignment, he never had any good night sleep. Everytime he would blink his eyes, he could imagine every student in Hogwarts laying at the grounds of their Manor, lifeless and cold, and their blank eyes staring accusingly at him. Everything was cold. Lifeless. Death.

He doesn't want any of that, but he needs to. He needs to survive.

He stood up on the ground, the ghost was still not getting any response from the boy. He simply shrugged her off. Without any word to reply to his company, he walked out from the loo and planned on going back to his dormitory.

"Um-" he blinked his eyes when he felt a thud collided to his chest, the thing was too big for any type of object and it was warm and soft, it was probably breathing; their hot calm breath were faint on the skin of his neck as they sent shivers on the nape of his neck.

"Oh hullo there Draco!" he looked directly to the woman who owns the dreamy voice, familiarity was being felt immediately. On the ground, without any signs of shock, Lovegood was kneeling infront of him with her hand clutching the side of her head, it was tilted slightly to be able to look at him, and his own was bowed down to look at her.

He was staring cold and blank at her. Noticing the natural pale smooth skin that the young and clueless Ravenclaw possesses. For a moment, they were only staring and drinking each other's sight. Fascinated by newfound discoveries. "Have you been crying?" her tone was still as light as ever, the bluntness but at the same time, curiousness was written all over her innocent question. If she wasn't that innocent or naive, he would've think that she was seducing him. After all, she really looks like she really was. With her kneeling infront of him, and her face slightly flushed and teeth biting her lower lip, almost every teenage wizard with hormones would think about not so good things in their position. And he doesn't want anybody to think that he was with Loony Lovegood regardless of how she kind of looked inviting right now. Well, atleast, not just yet.

When he didn't answer her, she stood up from her spot. Her eyes didn't leave from his face, they looked glued on him, and to make it worse, she lifted her hand to touch his cheek. His eyes went wide when her hand made it's contact to his face. He didn't expect any sudden skin contact from her. She wasn't a friend of his, and even if she was, nobody ever made that sweet and caring gesture to him. Everybody kept their distance, they were probably too scared to encounter Draco Malfoy. Maybe they feel like he would use the unforgivable curse on them when they would bug him off. But he guesses that Lovegood was different. She is warm, gentle, and soothing, it was too different from what he was used to feel to, and his skin shivered from her slight touch. His heart, well, it was beating strangely inside his chest. It seems like it was malfunctioning. Wait, why would it do that anyway?.

"Sod of Lovegood" he grabbed her arm with tight grip and pushed her hard against the wall. His cold hearted demeneor was slipping on again. Sometimes, it is surprising that it became too easy to wear.

Ofcourse, Lovegood didn't deserve to be treated that way, she is nice and innocent but he wouldn't allow anyone to see him being in his weak state, they would grow attached to him and he didn't want anybody to be that close to him. In the end, they would leave him anyway.

"Malfoy, leave Luna alone!" Draco turned his head to look at the intruder. His face turning into a scowl when he saw the saint in his goody two shoes with his mission of rescuing his minions again. It seems like Harry Potter was doing it on purpose to make Draco feel like he is the bad person in every story. Everytime he is going to do something not worth seeing, Potter seems to appear out of nowhere and make everyone see how bad of a person Draco is.

He turned his head back to Lovegood, she was still at the same spot where he pushed her to. She smiled at Potter as if there was nothing going on between the three of them. Her eyes remained transfixed to Harry as her smile was giving the impression of peacefulness. But beside that, Draco was sure that it was obvious that he pushed her roughly up against the wall. Well, if you happen to walk by and decided to take a glimpse for a second, you would think that there was nothing wrong too, but if you're to look closely, Lovegood's appearance was proving it wrong. She is currently glued awkwardly on the wall as it supports her weight, and her hand is still clutching the side of her head.

"What was it Potter? Jealous about Lovegood finally quiting your fanclub? Aw, give some love to other people Potter. Just because you're the chosen one doesn't mean you deserve everything" he sneered at him, the hatred pouring out easily from his mouth.

"I didn't- Malfoy, you're being-"

"Oh shut it Potter, we all know you want the attention-"

"What? Are you jealous of me being friends with Luna and you're not?"

Draco knitted his eyebrows together. Both of them never leaving eye to eye contact from each other. At first, Potter's smirk was formed on his face, he thought that he would finally make Draco embarassed over something, why not right? Any body who has Luna's loyalty earns a golden worth of friendship.

But unfortunately, Draco proved him wrong by laughing hysterically at him.

"Are you seriously joking with me? Me, jealous over you? We all know Potter, I can get any witch with the snap of my fingers" Draco said, his arrogance is all over the place.

Potter stared at him for a moment and returned his scowl back to his face. He went pass Draco and grabbed Luna's hand gently. Giving Draco a small peak from the sides of his eyes, his other hand went on the top of Luna's head to apply a relaxing pressure on her temple.

Draco scoffed, staring at the twosome's backs as tons of thoughts came running around his head. He wasn't sure if he had left a good impression to the girl, or not.

Just before Draco could have walked away, Luna turned to look at his retreating figure and smiled

"Thankyou Draco"

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