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Chapter 6r

Harry POV

Where the fuck is Malfoy? It's been hours since he locked me up in this damn room, he can't just expect to leave me in here and get away with it! It's been hours and I'm sick of it! These chains are impossible to get out of. No matter how hard I tug, I can't seem to get rid of them. Probably magic bound, of course the bastard would leave them like that.

It's mid morning I think, or it could be the evening. Really, I'm not too sure because for some reason my brain cannot connect the dots that indicate when it was Malfoy captured me. If only I had my wand....am I ever gonna get out of here?

Malfoy wants me and I know it, I know that he needs me and needs to kill me but, for some reason he cant. And that's honestly working perfectly with me because it means I have some slight sliver of a chance to escape this place. I hit my head softly against the headboard of the large bed. No ones here to stop him this time, and it fucking scares me, because for all the years I've known Malfoy, I always found him a coward who was never to murder or kidnap.

I close my eyes, wanting to block out the thoughts that threaten to escape the walls I have built around them. No, no, not now. No. I squeeze my eyes tighter together, shaking my head, trying to see if I could get rid of these thoughts. I feel like drowning, Voldemort has probably destroyed everything I came to love by now.

I failed everyone.

I want to scream, to yell and break the walls that surround me from saving my friends, my home, and to kill the fucking bastard, Voldemort. I can't breathe and I want to cry and sob, to leave because I've let them all down. I can't save them anymore, it's too late. I want to shout-

I hear loud, thumping footsteps coming from the outside of my room. They sound panicked and anxious, so as a last minute decision I pretend to be sound asleep.

Malfoy, or what I'm thinking is him steps into the room quietly. The only sound that indicates his presence is his ragged breath, -was he running?- I can feel his stare burning through my skull. I can imagine those deep, gray eyes just staring at every flaw that stands on my face. His breathing starts to relax, no longer sounding as if he had been running from something or someone. He walks closer to where I'm laying down, and I softly move just to go on with the act. He stiffens slightly, and then he notices that I'm not about to 'awaken' he sits down. The left side of the bed sinks slightly to the added weight.

Nothing happens for a few long moments. I even my breathing when I feel it. His cold hand moving softly through the messy strands and locks of hair. I can feel the slight sweat on his cold, porcelain hands and the way he ever so slightly moves the hair on my forehead away.

I let myself sink into the sensation of his hands running through my tangled hair when it hits me. Why the fuck is he touching my hair?! Bells and alarms go off in my head, but for some fucked up reason out there, I don't him to let go. The feeling of his fingers that pull softly on the roots wake some kind of tight, hot feeling in my chest. And I want to feel more of it.

I feel his breath hitch, so close to my ear; hot breath caressing my skin. He stands up so quickly, the bed creaking loudly and the floor where he stands, squeaking and moaning. He runs out of the room, leaving the imprints of his hands against my hair, and heat next to my ear.

I don't want to think about why Malfoy would want to touch me when he has happily expressed his hatred against me and my hair, but I can't help the small flare of hope that widens in my chest. The catch of breath, and the knowing feeling that I loved it when he touched me.

I don't stop to answer the millions of questions that swarm all over my brain, of the why's, and the what's of what just happened, of my feelings. I only ask myself one question that keeps running through my head.

Why do I feel so good about his touch, when I should be hating him?

Whats going on with me?

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A/N

SORRY!!! ITS BEEN FOREVER!! SO SORRY!!!
Technical difficulties had occurred, and with me no longer having wifi made it harder.. :(

Apologies from both me and Lovestar

Kay

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