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The boy he didn't know
Chapter X

1 November

7:30. I'm supposed to be at the Transfiguration classroom in half an hour. I don't know if I'll make it.

I don't know what to do when I'll meet you there. Should I confront you again? Ignore you? Beg you to tell me what's wrong? I don't have a clue.

Honestly, I don't know if I can confront you again, just to end up even more hurt as you stab me, as you push me towards the edge.

Standing on the edge of my mind, I don't know if I'm ready for that last push. So I won't give you the chance, I'll stay away from you tonight.
No matter how many pieces of my hear crumbles, no matter how many times you stab me I won't fall off the edge.

I, Draco Malfoy, promise that I will not fall. Not because of you. Not because of anyone.

But I might jump.

It felt like I was in some corny novel. Nervous just because my secret crush was standing at the other side of the door. Reaching out with a shaking hand, just to touch the door, demanded a huge effort. But before being able to close my hand around the door handle, darkness swallowed me.

A corny novel indeed.

But that was what it felt like at the time. Just a novel, something somebody had just written, surely the person had put some great feelings into the characters, making them real. But still it was just a story. Nothing real.

That is my life now. A novel. This wasn't happening, this year at Hogwarts, it was all made up. Because there is no way all this could be happening to me.

Still I was standing in front of McGonagall's classroom, shaking slightly. Cold. Lonely.

And the author didn't stop writing.

Gathering all the courage left, I slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. Not looking at anything but the path before my feet.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, it is about time you join us," the annoyed McGonagall's voice greeted me.

I didn't answer, just stood there waiting for her to tell me what to do. Not what a true Malfoy would have done, but what else could I do? I knew looking at you wasn't an option.

"You are to help Mr. Potter scrub the benches, no magic".

Just nodding in response, earning a frown from McGonagall, I made my way towards you. I hadn't once looked at you, but still I knew where you were, how could I not?

Crouching down by the bucket at your side I took one of the cleaning rags, and moved to the bench which was as far away from you as possible.

Still, it was too close.

It went on like that for a while. You and I scrubbing benches as McGonagall was correcting some essays.

But then, someone stormed into the room, someone that I never thought would be the one to change my situation. My life.

Filch.

Looking slightly mad he almost screamed: "Professor, you must come quickly! This time he has gone too far".

Looking slightly startled, McGonagall rose from her seat and headed to the door,
telling us that we should continue with our cleaning while she was gone.
Not waiting for the response she wouldn't get, she left the classroom.

We were just doing that – cleaning.

Everything was flowing just fine. The ache in my heart wasn't too bad, I had got used to it by then. Now it just increased.

But then, the picture of my imaginary reality was crushed.

DM

TBC

Author:Okay maybe that wasn't so nice of me, but next chapter will come tomorrow. I promise!And as another one, it will be continuing directly from were this ended.

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