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"WHY NOT?" DRACO asked, feeling hurt.
"Because we barely even know anything about each other," Camila said. Draco could see that she didn't believe a word that came out of her mouth.
"If we were going too fast, we can slow down. But please don't say that what we had was a mistake," he pleaded. Camila couldn't look into his eyes, feeling very guilty.
"I-it's not you, Draco, it's just that-" Camila fumbled with the words that came out of her mouth. The silence stretched uncomfortably as she wracked her brain for the right words.
"Save it, Rodriguez. You've made your decision, I've made mine," he said impassively and left. Camila couldn't help but let out a sob, wanting to run after him.
She didn't know how long she sat there. She hadn't noticed that the fire place was ablaze until a she heard a familiar voice ask, "are you alright?"
She turned around to see Harry standing near the fireplace being the epitome of awkwardness. "What does it look like?" She snapped at him.
"I'm sorry it's just that you were fine when we left. Is there any trouble with Malfoy?" Harry asked. He sat down next to her tentatively.
Camila stayed silent for a long while before she spoke. "Every time I'm with Draco, I just feel like I'm betraying Noah," she said, a lone tear running down her face. But once she'd started crying, she couldn't stop and the tears flowed.
"He was in slytherin wasn't he?" Harry asked. He thought that Noah had been one of the only bearable people in slytherin.
Camila nodded. "Can I talk to you about him? I just need to let it all out," she said, waiting for his reaction.
"Of course. It always helps to talk about it," Harry said wisely.
"He was the best brother ever. Even though he passed out of school before, he came back to Hogwarts just to fight you-know-who. I found out from one of his friends afterwards. Bellatrix has killed him," Camila said, her voice cracking.
"The worst thing is that I feel like I'm betraying Noah every time I'm with Draco because it was his aunt. After you left, we were kissing and I accidentally told him that we were a mistake," she continued.
Harry sat there, not knowing what to say. "Enough of my sob story. Why did you come here?" She asked, wiping at her tears.
"I wanted to thank you for the coffee," Harry explained. Camila nodded.
It's getting late. You should go home," Camila said. Harry didn't want to leave her alone but left once he realised it was getting late.
Camila ate some leftover pizza that she had and went to bed.