Echoes of Regret

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of Draco's rejection lingered like a bitter taste in your mouth, poisoning every thought and every moment of solitude. Try as you might to bury the pain deep within, it clawed its way to the surface, a constant reminder of the love you had lost.

But amidst the turmoil of your heart, a glimmer of hope flickered like a distant star on the horizon. Perhaps, you thought, there was still a chance to mend what had been broken—to find the truth behind Draco's coldness and reclaim the love that had been lost.

Summoning every ounce of courage within you, you sought out Draco, determined to confront him and demand answers. But as you approached him in the Great Hall, his expression remained stoic and indifferent, his eyes betraying no hint of the turmoil raging within.

"Draco, we need to talk," you said, your voice trembling with emotion as you reached out to touch his arm.

But Draco pulled away with a disdainful sneer, his icy demeanor sending a shiver down your spine. "I have nothing to say to you," he replied, his voice laced with venom as he turned his back on you and walked away.

Heart heavy with disappointment, you watched him disappear into the crowd, his rejection cutting deeper than any blade. But amidst the pain and the longing, a seed of determination took root within you—a resolve to uncover the truth behind Draco's coldness and reclaim the love that had been lost.

Days turned into nights as you poured over old letters and hidden memories, searching for clues to unravel the mystery of Draco's heart. But with each passing day, the truth remained elusive, slipping through your fingers like sand in the wind.

And then, one fateful evening, you found yourself face to face with Draco once more, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you.

"Draco, please," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper as you reached out to touch his arm. "I need to know why."

But Draco's gaze remained distant and indifferent, his eyes devoid of the warmth and tenderness you once knew. With a hollow laugh, he pulled away from your touch, his expression twisted with bitterness and regret.

"Why?" he scoffed, the sound echoing through the empty corridor like a cruel mockery. "Because it was one night, (Y/N). One night like I've had with countless other girls before you."

The words struck you like a blow to the chest, the pain of his betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. With tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, you watched helplessly as Draco turned and walked away, leaving you alone with a heart that felt as cold and empty as the winter sky.

And as you stood there, shattered and broken, you couldn't help but wonder how something that had felt so right could turn so wrong in the blink of an eye.