Two weeks had passed since I had broken up with Draco. I was miserable. I was alone all the time now. I sat alone in classes and at meals. I couldn't go back to Becky and Mitch because I was to ashamed of the way I had treated them. And Draco made sure I was alone within our House. Not that it was hard. I wasn't really close to anyone in Slytherin. I realized now that the only reason I had been popular was because of Draco.
I sat down at the far end of the Slytherin table away from everyone else.
"Having fun all by yourself Mublood lover?" Pansy called down to me.
"Shut up," I whispered. My other Housemates laughed. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw Becky and Mitch watching me. I got up and left the Great Hall, deciding that being early to class was better than staying there.
"Well hello Miss Marcin," Professor Babbling said as she walked up to the classroom.
"Good morning," I said quietly. Professor Babbling opened the door and I walked inside and leaned against the wall.
"Why don't you take a seat dear?" she asked. I shook my head.
"I want to wait until everyone else has their seats..."
"Don't you want sit with any of your friends?" My eyes filled with tears but I blinked them away.
"No I'm fine Professor." The chime rang and soon my other classmates were coming into the room. Pansy, Blaise, and Draco took seats at the same table which I was used to by now. Becky and Mitch took a seat at the same table but instead of going and asking if I could sit with them again I walked to the only empty table and sat by myself. As Professor Babbling began her lecture I pulled out a blank notebook, a quill, and ink and began writing. I didn't take notes. I hadn't been paying much attention in my classes lately. I didn't see the point. I began writing and when Professor Babbling stopped talking I looked at what it was I had written.
Do you miss me? I blinked and stared at the words. Who was I asking? Draco? Becky? Mitch? All three of them?
"I don't care," I muttered slamming the book shut as the chime rang signaling the end of class. I sat at my desk until everyone had left.
"See you next week Professor," I said as I walked out.
"Aw is poor Schyler all by herself?" Pansy asked as I walked out.
"Why are you waiting for me?" I asked coldly.
"I like tormenting you," she sneered. "Plus Draky asked me to wait for him here."
"Hey Pans," Draco said walking up and wrapping an arm around around her waist.
"Hey Draky."
"Marcin," he said smirking at me.
"Hello Malfoy," I replied. "Doing well?" Draco nodded.
"Can't say the same about you." Pansy and Draco laughed and walked past me. I watched them walk down the hall. I had no choice but to follow them. As I walked behind them I could hear Pansy making jokes about me. Draco remained silent. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I ran past them tears streaming down my face.
"Aw she's crying!" Pansy shrieked. I ran down to the Slytherin common room and into my dorm. I flung myself on my bed and pulled out my CD player. I turned it on, put in my earphones, and turned the volume up as loud as it would go. I cried silently until I had fallen asleep.
The rest of the week like the last two. I was miserable. The notebook that had been blank was now filled with the same question over and over again. When I walked into Double Advanced Potions that Friday Draco and Pansy were laughing together.
Probably something about me. I thought as I took my seat. I pulled out the notebook and began writing. Every few minutes I glanced over at Draco and then back to what I was writing. Once class was over I shut my notebook and sighed. To my surprise Draco walked over to me and dropped a piece of folded parchment next to my hand. I stared at it and when I looked up Draco was gone. I picked up the parchment and unfolded it. I stared at the words written there. I got up and shoved all my things into my bag and hurried out of the dungeons. I ran up the stairs and around a corner. I leaned back against the cold stone wall and closed my eyes.
"Oh my God," I whispered. "Is he serious?" I ran down the corridor the parchment clutched in my fist. I skidded around corners and suddenly I saw Draco at the other end of the empty corridor.
"Draco!" I shouted. He turned to me.
"You came," he said.
"What the hell are you playing at!?" I shouted. "What's this supposed to mean!?" I held up the parchment still crushed in my fist. Draco stared at me.
"You came," he said again.
"I don't want you messing with me!"
"I'm not."
"Draco..."
"Do you miss me?" I stared at him and my hand reached into my bag and touched my notebook. I yanked it back out quickly and glared at him.
"You honestly expect me to miss you!?" I cried. "After the past two weeks of the hell you and your new girlfriend have been putting me through!?" Draco blinked.
"Parkinson isn't my girlfriend." I stared at him.
"I...what!?"
"I miss you."
"Draco..."
"Do you miss me?"
"Yes." I ran to him and flung my arms around him.
"I missed you." I whispered. The parchment fell from my hand and fluttered to the ground revealing the words that Draco had written.
I love you...