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Chloé POV_____________

I've spent the whole Saturday in my room laying on my bed with Pride and Prejudice book in my hands. It's my comfort book, I read it every time I feel down.

I haven't eaten anything, my stomach is making hungry sounds, but I don't feel like eating at all. That's all Draco's fault.

I would give anything to be a normal couple, who can go to ball together, have fun and mostly, not having to hide. Is it too much to ask? Why can't I have one normal romance?

As I was reading, it's gotten dark and late outside. Suddenly, the front door opened and someone stormed right in, without knocking. It's Fred.

"Knocking is the least you can do..." I mumbled and he sat next to me on my bed.

"Yeah, I didn't feel like knocking. What are you doing?! It's Saturday!" He said and looked around my room and then his eyes laid on the book in my hand.

"Hermione says only girls that are hopeless romantics read that book." He giggled and laid his body next to me.

"Well, tell Hermione to first read the book and then judge...and to leave my Mr. Darcy alone." I said and looked at him.

He looks so funny, with his tall body and legs so long that they're sticking out of the bed.

"Do you have your Mr. Darcy for the ball yet?" He asked after a while.

"Unfortunately, no..." I mumbled and started playing with my fingers.

"How come? A girl like you doesn't have a partner for ball? I'm sure if you asked anyone-"

"But I don't want just anyone...actually, I was hoping you'd ask me..."

If I can't go with Draco, I thought I'd at least go with my best friend.

"Oh, umm...Chloé-"

"You don't wanna go with me?" I asked and sit up.

"It's not like that...I already asked someone..."

"WHO?"

"Angelina...I thought you'd-"

"Oh how fucking nice! Angelina!"

I stood up out of the bed and started walking around the room, grabbing some stuff here and there, and then putting it back.

I have no one to go with.

"You're being ridiculous-"

"I'm ridiculous?! Okay, go with fucking Angelina. I don't care anymore, because I'm not going."

"Don't be silly, Chloé."

He stood up, too and moved closer to me.

"Just go, Fred. I wanna be alone." I said after I calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry...Bye."

And just like that, he left.

I'm trying to keep it cool, I really am. But as the single tear starts running down my cheek, I can't hold it anymore and cry. This is too much for me. When did I become such a crybaby?

Draco POV_____________

The situation got out of control. Since Dumbledore announced the news about Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, I can't stop thinking about me and my parents.

I'm becoming paranoid. What if someone sees my mark and snitches? It's not like nobody knows about the Malfoy family all being Death eaters. We look like the fucking Addams family, it's like we have it carved on our foreheads.

My father is trying to keep good relationship with the Ministry, but that can easily get out of hand.

I have to talk to Blaise. He's the only one I told about my situation and even thought he can acts like a fucker sometimes, I trust him with this. After all, his parents are Death eaters, too. They just didn't want Blaise to be one, too. What a lucky man.

I put on a grey hoodie and went out of my room. I was ready to leave, but then I noticed Chloés door to her room are slightly opened.

Don't go there.

Don't you dare.

What if she's naked like the last time her door was opened? I can't miss a chance like that.

I grabbed the door handle and slowly pushed the door in.

"Who's there?" Shouted Chloé.

"Just me. Your door is opened." I said and opened the door fully to see her.

"Oh, Fred probably didn't close it properly."

She's laying on her bed with a book on her tummy.

"Fred was there?" I asked, still standing in the door.

"Yeah."

"What did he want?" I clenched my fists when I thought of the idea of him touching her.

"None of your business." Her voice was unreadable. She's not even looking in my eyes.

"Did he ask you to the ball?"

"He didn't have to. I'm not going." She grabbed the book and covered her face with it while reading.

"Why would you not go? Wh-"

"Are you being serious right now?"

I closed the door and made a few steps closer to her.

"You think I'd go and watch you and fucking Pansy dancing together? Do you not understand that you put me into such an embarrassing position?"

"Chloé..."

"And who would I even go with? You and Fred both left me alone, so-"

"Listen to me!" I grabbed her face with my hand and turned her to me. Our eyes finally met. Her breath got heavier.

I need to kiss her so bad.

"Do you think I'm enjoying this? Do you seriously think that if I had other choice, I wouldn't change it?" I said while looking at her.

"What are you talk-"

I never intended to tell her. I know it can ruin everything us two have

But out of everyone, she deserves to know the most.

"I'm a fucking Death eater." I whispered, my voice is shaking.

I let go of her face and sat on the bed.

"Draco..."

"Do you understand now? If Pansy talks, I'm-"

All of sudden, she wrapped her little arms around my body and put her head on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and started crying. I hate that she'll see me crying, but I have to.

Crying when someone's hugging me is new for me. I feel so safe with her right now, like nothing can happen to me when she's near. Chloé is my guardian angel.

She kept stroking my hair and cheeks while my tears were running down my face.

"Do you have the...tattoo?"

A moment later, she tried to pull the sleeve of my hoodie up, but I stopped her. I'm not ready to show her.

"Chloé..."

"I want to see it." She said and pulled the sleeve up. The mark on my forearm is fully revealed to her now, and I don't know what to say.

When she ran her fingers through the tattoo, I groaned from pain.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know it hurts-"

"Chloé, are you not afraid of me?" It slipped from my mouth.

She let go of the hug and looked at me with a serious face.

"How can I be afraid of you, Draco? What are you talking about?"

"Because I'm a... you know what."

"It doesn't change anything."

"But it does. It changes everything. If he tells me to..."

"Shhh..."

She suddenly shut my mouth with her kiss. Her lips are so soft and sweet, it's like a drug to me. I instantly kiss her back, not angrily, but passionately. When my hand slowly grabbed her cheek, she moaned into my mouth, which made me so turned on. She loves choking.

"Chloé..." I whispered while kissing, but she didn't listen to me.

"I...I love you."

My own words shocked me. I have no idea why I said that now, but I feel like I've been wanting to tell her for weeks.

This is the first time I ever said those words to anyone. Even my mother never heard them from me.

Chloé pulled back and l was waiting for her reaction. Her big eyes are staring at me in a pure surprise, her mouth is slightly opened.

Come on, Chloé. Say something.

I can't stand this. I can't stand this silence between us.

Why isn't she saying it back?

"I-umm..." she stuttered, trying to find the right words.

Now I realized, she's not gonna say it.

She never meant to.

"I see." I scoffed and stood up.

"Draco..."

"It was a mistake."

With those words, I left her room and shut the door.

I was trying hard to keep it together while I was in her room. So before I could go to my bed, I leaned over my door after I closed it and started crying like a baby.

I fucked up so much. I should've kept my mouth shut.My mind was telling me no, but the heart. The fucking heart ruined it all.