Draco Malfoy was storming around his room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry practically screaming out what his head was thinking. If anyone had walked into that room at that moment they would have seen a handsome guy of about 16 with blond hair and stormy silver gray that at the moment were hard as ice and flashing dangerously. At the same time if one
looked a bit closer they would see just the tiniest amount of heartache, although his eyes hid it well, it was still there desperately trying to show though and surprisingly it looked like it was wining the battle.
God dammit I hate her, I hate him, and I hate the way he's always around her and how she's always around him. It just makes me sick to watch those two going at it like that; it's enough to make anyone be sick. She always walks past with him and to just top it off they have a major make out session right before they go there separate ways. She does it on purpose to, she makes sure that I'm watching cause she know that I'm head over heels in love with her. I mean come on how can anyone not
notice, I feel like I am being so blatantly obvious that I find it hard to think that no one has noticed. Maybe she had noticed my change, but just hadn't put two and two together yet. She knew that when she was around him I gave her furious looks and swept past in an angry huff. Maybe she hadn't yet realized that I like her and she was just doing it to
get a rise out of me. Yeah, that's probably it just like I like to piss off the weasel to get a rise out of him. Augh, it was eating me up inside, I didn't know love could do this to you. Well, I guess it's not really love it's more like a huge heartache that just won't go away no matter how hard you try. It's like all the major arteries to my heart have been
blocked up and my hearts just going to burst, but it won't it just wants to cause more pain than I already have been caused. But no it won't just give in and burst it's holding on to the very last possible second. It feels like someone has stuck their hand through my chest and just tore my heart out, threw it on the ground then stomped it with spiked boot
until it's a mangled pile of bleeding tissue hardly recognizable as a heart anymore. Like an invisible hand is squeezing it like an orange, trying to get the very last drop out. The impossible happens when she is around it squeezes even harder getting those last few drops out you didn't think were possible. You feel like you've just run a marathon at full
sprint, you feel like you can't breathe at all, but you can hear yourself breathing just fine. You feel like your going to pass out, but it never comes it just stays there never going away. Oh my god I'm rambling like a heartbroken fool, except I'm not any of that, I'm dignified, yes, that's it I'm a dignified rambling heartbroken fool. Oh who am I kidding I am a rambling heartbroken fool, a love sick, heartbroken rambling fool.
Instead of pacing the room he was now lying on his back with his feet dangling over the edge. Even though he hadn't said a word he felt like he had been screaming for hours. He felt totally exhausted and if you looked into his eyes now you wouldn't see any of the hate and malice there was before all you would see was a lovesick, heartbroken little boy.