Draco Pov:
After we danced in the rain and I seen her smile and laugh...I knew for sure.
She had me on my knees.
I walked into my room and slammed the door. I started knocking stuff off my dressers and throwing things at the wall.
I noticed my reflection in the mirror.
I hated myself.
She made me do this. She's the reason I can't stand to look at myself.
Before I knew it, my fist was covered in blood and the mirror was shattered.
I guess my father was right.
"I am weak..."
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Fanfiction⚠️UNDER EDITING/REVISION⚠️ (Still available to read) "There's no way that boy could ever feel love..." Hermione spat "I think he could...you guys just haven't gave him a chance" I said laughing I knew it wasn't true A grin creeped upon Ron's face...
