Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Amanta did not answer immediately.

She knew Draco was trying to hide something, that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

His pain was not only because he was forced to bear the Dark Mark, but also because -

He hated himself for being powerless.

Her eyes fell on the Dark Mark on his arm, the brand of skull and snake still burning his skin, burning his pride.

Amanta took a slow breath, she looked up and looked into his eyes.

"No matter how you are forced, I will find a solution." She applied a little force to her fingers, digging her nails into his shoulders. "You are not one of them, Draco. You are not."

Draco's Adam's apple rolled and the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he just hummed softly and said nothing more.

There was silence in the air, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"Amanta..." His voice was so light that it could be blown away by the wind. "I don't know...how long I can hold on."

Amanta's eyes trembled slightly, and her heart seemed to be tightened by something.

She had no extra words, but just looked him in the eye with a firm gaze.

"Then let me hold you over, Draco," she said softly.

Draco lowered his eyes slightly and sighed deeply, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"You know what? Amanta, I've always been afraid..."

He murmured quietly.

"I'm afraid of losing you, Amanta. You and I have never had real intimacy, and I'm afraid that sooner or later our relationship will be torn apart by these damn things."

These words were mixed with the sorrow and sharpness from deep in my throat.

It seemed as if it had been suppressed under the ice with all its strength all along.

And at this moment, we are finally about to break through the obstacles.

"I thought our relationship was natural, that as long as time was enough, we would naturally come together..."

He smiled bitterly, his Adam's apple rolled, but his eyes were mostly red, as if he felt that what he said was absurd and ridiculous.

"But now, everything is out of my control - I can't even control my own destiny, let alone..."

"you……"

The dam collapsed, his world was crumbling bit by bit, and the words were pouring out like a flood.

"I'm really... scared right now."

"So scared," his eyes wandered over her face, trembling with heat, "Do you know, Amanta, if, if..."

Amanta was startled, her blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she was about to speak, but was interrupted by Draco's sudden action -

He took a sudden step forward, raised his hand and grasped her arm tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he was afraid that she would disappear.

"if……"

A faint red stained his eyes, and his voice sounded weak and broken like a cry.

"One day, you left me and ran to someone else..."

The grey eyes flashed with undisguised desire and madness, the suppressed pain almost overflowing from the eyes.

“I just can’t handle it.”

Amanta's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes rested on his tense eyes.

She had never seen him so vulnerable, so powerless.

The Draco who had always been high and mighty, the Draco who was always arrogant, conceited, and overbearing, now stood in front of her, almost completely opening himself up, revealing his most vulnerable side without any defense.

She sighed softly, reached out her hand, and placed her fingertips on his stiff shoulders, feeling his muscles trembling slightly as he tried his best to endure.

"Draco... do you think you're the only one who's scared?"

Draco froze, his eyes fixed on her face, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

She slowly raised her fingers to touch his cheek, pressing her palm against his cool skin.

"I'm afraid too, Draco. I'm afraid of getting close to you, afraid of not being able to leave you, afraid that one day, there will be a break between us."

"Do you know?" Her fingertips slid down his cheekbone, "I have had some strange feelings for you for a long time, possession? Jealousy?... I don't want to admit it, and I dare not admit it, but every time I see Astoria pestering you, my heart is so sour that I can't bear it, as if I am possessed."

"When I'm near you... the smell of you makes me uneasy and makes me feel uneasy."

Under Draco's incredulous gaze, she ran her thumb along the shape of his lips from left to right.

"Maybe, this is what is called love."

The air was silent for a moment.

Draco's pupils suddenly contracted, as if some emotion suddenly exploded. He stared at her blankly, his Adam's apple trembling unconsciously.

She sighed and said bitterly, "It's just that I have never dared to admit it, never dared to face my true feelings, and refused to call this feeling 'like' or 'love'.

"It is only now that I am beginning to understand—"

As she spoke, something seemed to rush up in her heart.

"I've already fallen in love with you."

Draco's breathing suddenly stopped, and all his thoughts were completely broken at this moment.

He couldn't believe it.

He always thought that he was alone on this stage.

But she said that she was also struggling, afraid, and sinking...

She fell in love with him.

This realization almost swallowed him up, and emotions even more intense than the pain just now surged in his chest, as if they were about to tear him apart.

He took a sudden step forward and clasped her shoulders with both hands, with such force that he seemed to embed her into his bones and blood.

"Say it again."

There was extreme passion and desire in his voice.

They were so close that they could hear each other's chaotic heartbeats and feel the warmth of each other's breath.

Amanta was slightly startled, her eyes determined.

"I've been in love with you for a long time, Draco."

At this moment, the ice in Draco's eyes completely shattered.

His breathing suddenly became disordered, the restraint in his eyes completely collapsed, and his rationality collapsed at this moment.

I can't help myself, Amanta."

He whispered softly, and the next second——

He suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

His strength was irresistible, almost with a bit of embarrassing stubbornness, as if he wanted to rub her whole body into his flesh and blood.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his chest heaved violently, his breathing was hot and rapid, as if he was using all his strength to keep himself on the edge of sanity.

"Don't leave me, Amanta..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, with a hint of hidden begging and desperation.

Sweeping over this sudden heat, Amanta's heart was beating violently. Under her palm was Draco's tense back, and his body was shaking unconcealably.

She had never seen Draco like this before -

Fragile, confused, and like being completely swallowed up by emotions at any moment.

He strangled her so hard that she couldn't breathe. She raised her hands, trying to push him away, but he held her even tighter.

His face was buried in her neck, his breathing was disordered, and his voice was hoarse in her ears -

"What shall I do, Amanta?"

Amanta's fingertips trembled slightly.

She knew that he was not asking how to escape the control of the Dark Mark.

What he was asking was - how to control his feelings for her.