the text sends, but the number doesn’t end in the same digits it’s meant to. after looking through your contacts, you realize your risky message wasn’t sent to malachi, but rather to his best friend mason. and for some reason, he’s not opposed to it.
she steps into his life once, a figment that's a complete distraction, living in his head rent free, angering him entirely. he won't talk to her, he won't even look at her, not even be in the same room as her, claiming "i don't need a blood sucker."
by the time you were 17, you and draco planned to go away to school together after hogwarts, a school you’d both gotten accepted to. — what you didn’t know, was that you’d never make it to go to school with draco. you’d never make it to see him again.