I am a Riddle | Draco Malfoy, 18+

T e n,

I hate him. I hate Draco Malfoy more than any other soul lighting up this world. I've been avoiding the blonde-haired boy for nearly a week, every time he sought to speak with me, every burning stare I felt melting in my back in class, at dinner, in the hallway — I managed to stay clear from.

The haunting images of him and Pansy continuously flashed through my mind as I thought of him, the aching feeling scoring through my heart, hurt a little more every time it did,

But I didn't hate him for being with her because he wasn't mine. I knew that. He was more than free to do whatever he pleases.

I hated him for being with her, that night.

The night I needed him, the one night I wished for him to be with me, but at the end of the day, the boy I hoped would do better, was still the heartless, cruel boy I always knew him to be, and to be surprised by his actions was only me being a fool.

Nothing that boy does should come as a surprise,

Except for all the moments that had passed these last couple of weeks, the slight change in his demeanor tended to be more than confusing, misleading.

The way he defended me, the way he cared for me, how he comforted me when no one else was able to. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, the hopeless thoughts of me wanting him to be better, me hoping for him to change. 

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Luna didn't give me one single moment alone during these days. She stayed put by my side from dusk till dawn, waiting for me after the classes we didn't have together, walking me to the next — she even skipped classes at times to be with me in the course of my free periods.

Although this made her lover more than upset with both of us, that in her mind, we were reckless and didn't care about the education we needed — but with Hermione, being the strong-minded, stubborn girl she usually took portray to be, they agreed to take turns, practically guarding me against the blonde boy and his abilities to crawl beneath my skin,

After days of sleeping next to my two friends — I couldn't take it anymore. I finally convinced Luna to allow me to sleep in my own bed because if I had to go through one more night of Luna's snoring, her tossing and turning into me every two minutes or Hermione's freezing feet sneaking to warm themselves up onto my thighs,

I would lose it.

I needed my own space, and even if I was more than grateful for their support and comfort — I wanted to be alone, to process everything that had passed by myself.

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I was strolling down to the great hall, meaning to join Luna and Hermione for dinner, but as soon as I rounded a corner — I stumbled back, slamming straight into a familiar chest. The grey eyes I had grown to loath stared directly through me, the lips I had cherished kissing, pushed into a firm line,

Eyes rolled at the brown-haired boy standing tall in front of me, arms crossed over his chest, '' Can't manage to stay away, can you?'' I mocked him, narrowing my eyes in his, '' What do you want, Cedric?''

His jaws clenched at my talks, not used to me snapping at him, but ever since I last saw him — how he treated me after our time together, he deserved nothing more than what I now granted him with,

'' I need to speak with you—,'' He muttered, a hand moving to brush through his hair, '' I know you might not want to—,''

'' Go ahead.''

Cedric's head slightly leaned in, as it always tended to do when he wanted to walk, his vocals scored low, for no one but me to hear, '' I—, I have to—,'' He rose, but quickly hushed again, the guilt climbed his temples as he dug to find the courage to speak his mind,