Drinny FF
Chapter 17
For the next week, i found myself tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of the encounter with Draco replayed in my mind. I had been so sure of myself at that time, so certain that telling him to fuck off was the right thing to do. I had convinced myself that draco Malfoy was nothing more than a distraction, a mistake waiting to happen. But now, lying in bed with nothing but my own thoughts, I felt the weight of my words slowly crushing me. The more I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me, a constant restless energy I couldn't shake.
I replayed the sound of my voice, harsh and final, and it started to sound less like the truth. It wasn't just guilt that kept me awake at night – it was something deeper, something more unsettling. I missed him.
Every sarcastic comment, every stolen glance during our secret tutoring lessons, had meant more to me than I'd let myself realise. Slowly, I started to piece together the truth that I'd been running from. It hadn't just been a fleeting attraction or a moment of weakness – it was him. Draco's sharp wit, his surprising vulnerability, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't watching. The more I tried to ignore it, the clearer it became. I… liked him. I… liked draco Malfoy and telling him to leave me alone had been a mistake. I had been protecting myself from something I was afraid to face and now I was left with the undeniable truth that I had pushed away the very thing I wanted.
What the fuck have I done!
