Draco, the boy who once whispered sweet nothings into your ear, let you run your hands through his hair, kissed you like there was no tomorrow, treated you with such respect that no one else got from him— was now just treating you like any other girl. Coldly. Harshly.

It shouldn’t hurt as bad as it does. That’s how he treats everyone, right? But you weren’t everyone. You were his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend now.

Last week, you and Draco got into an argument. It wasn’t one of your playful banter ones either. It was serious. He told you he was going to get the dark mark because his parents were forcing him to, otherwise he’d be disowned. You wanted him to say no to his parents.

So you argued. And things were said that no one really means. And you two broke it off.

And now he was acting like a cold little bitch.

You were on your way to the library, books in hand when you turned the corner and suddenly you and someone else bumped into eachother.

You picked up your books “Sorry,” You began to apologize, then looked up to see Draco.

“Watch where you’re walking, mudblood.” He told you sharply, and coldly.