A/N - HEY everybody! Here I am with another Draco/Angelina one-shot…I hope you don't mind that I keep posting these things up. This one was a lot harder to write…at first I mean. I knew that I wanted to make another D/A after I wrote Just Draco (if you haven't read it go do so - it's real quick, I PROMISE!) and I wrote and wrote and wrote and finally came up with this.
This is from Angelina's POV - because I thought that it would be interesting to see Angelina's take on things. This could be a companion piece or a prequal (pre-qual? Whatever…) to Just Draco, but I prefer to think that it stands alone…
ANYWAYS…
Enough of my ramblings and on with the story…R&R and tell me what you think…
Disclaimer: This stuff isn't mine…yaddda yadda yadda….
Enjoy.
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Forgetting to hurt - it becomes habit after so long.
Forgetting to feel that's different. No emotions - happiness, sadness, anger frustration…nothing.
But…that's how I've been lately.
And everyone's noticed.
Everyone eyes me with sympathy. They think that they know what's going on - they think they know why I don't feel.
But they don't.
No one does.
Well…
No one except him.
He's the only one that knows why my world's falling apart…and he's the only one who will sit back and watch with a smirk on his lips but pain in his eyes.
Flashback
The words felt like slashes by the sharpest of knives.
"I think that we should…take a break." She knew what they really meant…that it was over and that Fred Weasley was just to chicken to say it to her face.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, the final crack in a dam holding back thousands of unshed tears.
She broke. Right there in front o him her knees buckled, her body collapsed, and tears of pain, anger, hatred, and heartbreak poured down her cheeks.
His mouth fell open.
"Angie - I - I didn't know that you would take it this hard…I…" But she didn't answer.
She couldn't.
She couldn't tell him that she had seen this coming - that she hadn't taken it that hard, that it was just one thing after another after another.
He moved to comfort her, and she didn't shrug him off. She let him rub her back, telling her that he was sorry because she couldn't open her bloody mouth and t ell him the truth.
That those tears…
They weren't for him…
Present
I know that I'm distant. I know that I look crude and mean and uncaring…
But I'm not.
I'm just tired of being hurt.
My family has been demolished.
My Mother and Father had a nasty divorce, my sister ran away with some American, and my brother was killed in a muggle car accident all in the same month.
Why didn't I tell my friends?
I don't know…
I just couldn't.
I didn't want to be smothered in sympathy…I didn't want to be the cause of whispers in the corridors and sad looks and those bloody pity speeches.
So I put on the same pathetic maskthat I've been wearing for way too long and came back to school with a beautiful smile but a torn up heart.
And he saw it. He saw straight through me, I didn't fool him for one second.
And that rattled me. That scared me to death.
Then Fred…when he told me we were over…
God…
He told me he loved me…
And even though I knew that it was coming…that he was getting sick and tired of me…I refused to acknowledge it.
Because I couldn't handle anymore.
And when it did roll around, and I could hear my heart and feel my throat tighten and tears well up, it hurts more than it should.
Then this EVIL Umbrich woman kicks Harry, George and Fred off of the quidditch team for attacking Draco…
Draco…I mean - Malfoy. Malfoy's been weird this year…Different….to me…like…something's changed.
Maybe something has…
But he gives me these looks…
Looks so full of desire and longing that I know that he wants me…
He needs me.
And I think that in some sick twisted way…
I need him too.
So when I catch him, all alone, coming late from Potions where Snape was probably giving him a lecture about being the best student ever, I yank him into an empty closet.
"What the -!"
"Shh!" I place my hand over his moth and suddenly I think that he realizes that it's me.
I take my hand away slowly, because I know that he's not going anywhere. His eyes soften for a second, then harden back up quickly, because He knows that he can't show any sign of weakness.
But it's too late.
I've found it…the chip in his façade, the chink in his armor.
'Don't play games with me Malfoy…I know you know what's going on and -"
"And what?" His words are almost challenging me, his eyes saying, "I dare you."
"This is it." I tell myself. "No turning back now Angelina, you've gotten this far…"
"I - just -" And because I can't find words I pull him to me, pressing my lips against his, not surprised when he tenses up and half-expecting him to shove me away.
But he kisses me back.
And as he does I feel goosebumps erupt all over me, because I know that this is right.
He pulls me closer, his hands stroking my back and my arms linked securely around his neck.
We break apart too soon, panting and wondering, "What have we just done?"
He doesn't say anything at first, just stares into my eyes and he doesn't need words to tell me what I can plainly see.
And as much as I will them not to, my tears begin to fall, and as much as I need him to, but wish he wouldn't, he starts to kiss them away one by one.
And as his lips caress my face I realize that there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Finally my tears dry up, and his eyes look glassy as he pulls away from me, his mouth forming the unsaid words that haunt us both.
I love you…
And he shakes his head sadly, kissing me one last time because he knows just as well as I do that it won't happen again.
"I'm sorry." Are the only words that he says as he slips away, taking my heart with him.
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The End