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Chapter 25 : I'm All In
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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers! I'm stalling on my developmental psych homework, so I thought, why not post my next chapter? Anyway, I hope you like it!
Draco and Rosevine walked back to their head dorms in silence. Draco was fighting the urge to hug her and hold her close. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy’s didn’t feel. His father would be ashamed of him if he were here. When they entered the dorm after speaking to the portrait briefly, Rose hurriedly grabbed her robes out of the closet and went into the bathroom to change. When she emerged, Draco handed her the book bag he had packed for her while she was changing. She took it before setting it down and sitting on the sofa in the living room.
“I think we should talk,” she sighed.
“What for?” he asked sitting down next to her.
“We can’t do this anymore. This whole pretending to be a normal couple to make Harry jealous thing. It didn’t turn out very well,” she said with a somber chuckle.
“It worked perfectly. I have the bruise on my nose to prove it,” Draco said with a laugh.
“I never wanted this. I-I don’t know what I wanted. I guess I just thought that if I pretended to be happy for long enough, then, maybe I would be,” Rose said allowing a single tear to fall down her cheek.
“Hey,” Draco murmured scooting closer to her. Using his thumb he wiped the tear from her face. Draco didn’t know what he was doing; this was new territory to him. All he knew was that he couldn’t stand to see her cry. “Were you really that unhappy yesterday?” he asked softly.
“I stormed off. Doesn’t that say enough?” she asked avoiding answering the real question. She couldn’t stand the fact that when she was honest with herself, she couldn’t say yes.
“Before the fight,” Draco sighed. “When we were alone in the hall after breakfast. In that moment, you didn’t feel miserable,” Draco stated.
“How would you know? Maybe I’m just a good actress,” Rose said bitterly.
“What’s the point in acting when you have no audience?” Draco asked. Rose looked away from his intense steel eyes, knowing he was right. She felt the tears fall more steadily. “Rose?” Draco whispered softly.
“I hate you,” she mumbled. “I hate what you did to me. I hate that you reduced me to some death eaters housewife. I hate that you won; I hate that you own me like I’m some piece of property,” Rose asserted standing up. “And I hate that I don’t hate you anymore,” she finished with a sob.
“You’re not alone!” Draco yelled. “I hate that you turned me down and didn’t want me. I hate the way you disrespect me. And I hate that you make me feel this way—that you make me miss you when you’re gone!”
“Shut up! Just shut up! You did this!” Rose shouted in response.
“And I wouldn’t change a thing,” Draco said softly. Rose stared at him in shock.
“What are you saying?” she asked quietly.
“I’m saying that whatever this is, it deserves to be given a chance. You can’t deny that there’s something here. It’s worth exploring. At least give us a chance before you condemn our marriage,” he pleaded. Rose opened her mouth and closed it several times, seemingly unable to find her voice. She finally nodded, not knowing what else to say. Draco quickly closed the gap and pulled her into his arms. “Why does holding you like this make the rest of the world fade away?” he asked, more to himself than Rose. She remained silent, understanding that he hadn’t expected her to answer. He tilted her face up to his slowly and pressed his lips against hers while tangling his hand in her hair. The kiss came to a close after only a few moments, and Rosevine pulled away slowly. Draco noticed that she looked unsure if this was real. “I’m not going anywhere Rosevine. I’m all in this.”
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