A/N: Another shorty, this time from Draco's point of view.
Chapter Seven I Hate You So Never Leave
I don't want him here. I want him to go and cry about his predicament somewhere else. As long as he is here I can't cry to myself. I don't want him to see me weak again. I want to tell him to leave. No. I don't want him to leave. Why? I hate him, why should I want him to stay?
Seeing him upset and not doing anything is painful. But what can I do? I used to just laugh at him when he is like this. But I don't want to laugh, he is in a lot of pain and I think it's my fault. I know it's my fault. I can feel it. His pain radiates from him. That's how he found me before.
He needs me. I guess I need him too. But I can't tell him that. It's a sign of weakness. I'm a Malfoy, Malfoy's are not weak. He's is getting up. "I'm gonna go." He says. I don't want him to go, but I nod anyway. He's walking out the door. He's gone. Just me now. All alone with nothing but my thoughts.
Do I like him? No. We have been enemies for years. How could I love him? But we did sleep together. That must have meant something to me. No. I was drunk. It was nothing. But why am I crying? I'm crying because he's left me by myself. I didn't want him to go. I want him to come back. But I hate him. Why should I want someone I hate here with me?
I hate being so fragile. But I can't help it. I have never been so scared in my life. I keep driving him away. But I want him here. I need him here. There. I admitted it to myself. Now I have to admit it to him. I need him. But why should I need him? If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be pregnant.
I'm staring at my own refection and nothing has changed. So why do I feel so different? Is it because I'm pregnant that my skin feels so soft? Is it because of the life inside me that I crave my enemy so much? I need help. I need someone to tell me that I'm going to be fine. But who will do that? He won't. He hates me. And I think I hate him. I'm not so sure any more. I'm not sure of anything.
I want my father. I want him to tell me that it will be fine. I wish I had friends that could look after me. But I don't have friends. I have minions. People who follow my instructions because they are too stupid to do anything by themselves. He has friends so why don't I? Am I really that terrible that no one likes me?
Why are there so many questions with no answers? Why can't I think his name without thinking the word 'love'.
It's just the pregnancy. Nothing has changed. I still hate him. He still hates me. I can do this on my own. But I'm not so sure. Every time I think these things there is another word that haunts me.
Denial.
[Fuzzy-Bumpkins] I hope that was a good 'oh my'...
[Shania Maxwell] I may get Sevvy pregnant... that would be cute, but you have to make Sev really OOC for him to be pregnant... I'll see...
[sweetytweety] Don't be sad sweety!
[driven to insanity] I'm glad he didn't wake up! I didn't want an irate man turning up on my door step demanding I stop writing! I'm glad you liked it, sorry it made you sad.
[JAML] I'm happy you're nearly better! I always missed going to school, it's boring at home. I live in London in England. Right now it's 4am... I woke up and got rather bored so I thought I'd write some more! Have a nice day at school.
Chapter Seven I Hate You So Never Leave
I don't want him here. I want him to go and cry about his predicament somewhere else. As long as he is here I can't cry to myself. I don't want him to see me weak again. I want to tell him to leave. No. I don't want him to leave. Why? I hate him, why should I want him to stay?
Seeing him upset and not doing anything is painful. But what can I do? I used to just laugh at him when he is like this. But I don't want to laugh, he is in a lot of pain and I think it's my fault. I know it's my fault. I can feel it. His pain radiates from him. That's how he found me before.
He needs me. I guess I need him too. But I can't tell him that. It's a sign of weakness. I'm a Malfoy, Malfoy's are not weak. He's is getting up. "I'm gonna go." He says. I don't want him to go, but I nod anyway. He's walking out the door. He's gone. Just me now. All alone with nothing but my thoughts.
Do I like him? No. We have been enemies for years. How could I love him? But we did sleep together. That must have meant something to me. No. I was drunk. It was nothing. But why am I crying? I'm crying because he's left me by myself. I didn't want him to go. I want him to come back. But I hate him. Why should I want someone I hate here with me?
I hate being so fragile. But I can't help it. I have never been so scared in my life. I keep driving him away. But I want him here. I need him here. There. I admitted it to myself. Now I have to admit it to him. I need him. But why should I need him? If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be pregnant.
I'm staring at my own refection and nothing has changed. So why do I feel so different? Is it because I'm pregnant that my skin feels so soft? Is it because of the life inside me that I crave my enemy so much? I need help. I need someone to tell me that I'm going to be fine. But who will do that? He won't. He hates me. And I think I hate him. I'm not so sure any more. I'm not sure of anything.
I want my father. I want him to tell me that it will be fine. I wish I had friends that could look after me. But I don't have friends. I have minions. People who follow my instructions because they are too stupid to do anything by themselves. He has friends so why don't I? Am I really that terrible that no one likes me?
Why are there so many questions with no answers? Why can't I think his name without thinking the word 'love'.
It's just the pregnancy. Nothing has changed. I still hate him. He still hates me. I can do this on my own. But I'm not so sure. Every time I think these things there is another word that haunts me.
Denial.
[Fuzzy-Bumpkins] I hope that was a good 'oh my'...
[Shania Maxwell] I may get Sevvy pregnant... that would be cute, but you have to make Sev really OOC for him to be pregnant... I'll see...
[sweetytweety] Don't be sad sweety!
[driven to insanity] I'm glad he didn't wake up! I didn't want an irate man turning up on my door step demanding I stop writing! I'm glad you liked it, sorry it made you sad.
[JAML] I'm happy you're nearly better! I always missed going to school, it's boring at home. I live in London in England. Right now it's 4am... I woke up and got rather bored so I thought I'd write some more! Have a nice day at school.