I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T h i r t y - f i v e,

This chapter contains scenes of emotional trauma. Please read with caution.

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Leiah Riddle,

'' Get off me, Malfoy—,'' I nearly shouted, pushing him back with force, '' What are you—,'' I breathed out as he stumbled, the beaten look on his face hewed me off. Draco Malfoy never looked at me this way; he barely spared me a glare, but now?

Now his eyes glistered in tears, his entire face fallen, the crease of anger in his forehead faded out in sorrow, hurt,

I could hear him swallow, eyes widening before snapping his neck to Blaise standing behind me, blue hues narrowed in Blaise's brown ones, '' When?'' Draco questioned, sternly, the upper lip curving, '' When did—,'' His eyes flickered to mine as he slightly nodded towards me,

'' When did this happen?''

I peered over my shoulder, my face twisted in confusion, '' Two weeks ago,'' Blaise stuttered, his courage fell at the act of the blonde boy, '' Draco, you need to understand—,'' He rose as Draco raised a finger towards him, making him shut up,

The blonde one splintered eyes back to mine, trying to hide his breaking self, taking a boot back, '' What is—,'' He aired, '' What happens to be the last thing you remember of me?'' He asked, his lips pressed together, his jaws clenching by the look of me,

I lightly shook my head, still incomplete confusion to what the two best friends talked about, '' What do you mean—,'' I had felt, during the past weeks, that Blaise avoided the subject of his best friend, that every time I tried speaking about Draco, he shut down, he changed his tells,

'' What. is. the. last. thing. you. remember. of. me?'' He vocalized every word, threatening as he tended to be with me, always managing to be the boy I despised more than anything on this earth,

I felt Blaise's hand stroke my shoulder, squeezing it. Draco's eyes burned in anger, nostrils flaring, making me insecure by the tension they both brought, '' I—,'' I stammered, chewing my bottom lip,

'' Fucking stop that—,'' Draco hissed, his teeth clasping together as he rose a brow, his eyes stabbing through mine, '' Don't do that with your—,'' He held, his shoulders sunk, '' Don't do that with your lips," The words quieted, his bravery lost,

His words left me speechless, the audacity he seemed to have caused my blood to boil. I turned on the last step of stairs, clutching Blaise's hand in mine, " You don't get to tell me what to do, Draco—," I stated, my heart heavily pounded, " If you'll excuse us, Blaise and I have somewhere to be,"

I tried to walk past him, but the second I did, a cold hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me into his chest, and without a word, he gawked deeply into my eyes, the blue eyes prickled in tears, his breaths ragged,

The seconds felt as if they were hours, the look in his eyes made me mousy, his breaths fanning on my skin; before he stepped back, his hand squeezed around mine, nearly as if he needed to touch me, to feel my skin on his, and then — he let go, storming up the stairs, leaving both Blaise and me clueless,

My eyes matched Blaise's as he looked after Draco, " I need to—," He mumbled before he rushed after his best friend, and in a blink of an eye — I stood alone, my mind swirled in question to what just had passed,

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Draco Malfoy,

I slammed my door shut, the aching feeling in my chest tore without mercy, my heart completely shattered. She did this — she chose to forget about me, she chose to leave me, and then she dared to stand before me and chew on that fucking lip —