Complete and Utter Opposites (Katie)

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine felt sick; sick with herself, and sick with her actions. She shouldn't have yelled at him, well she didn't really raise her voice, but she did get angry. She'd spent too many years on the streets, she'd forgotten what it was like to not know anything about the troubles that other people went through. Walter was still too innocent, to inexperienced in the world, and she should have taken that into account. He was just trying to open up and she shut him down without thinking of what he was going through. 

She hid her face in his chest, and gripped his shirt in her small fist. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." 

Jazz' voice trailed off because her throat tightened suddenly with tears. She hated crying, but when they decided to start there wasn't anything she could do to stop them. She bit down on her lip hard enough to make it bleed as she slid her hand up his chest and knotted hr fingers into his soft wheat colored hair. Her voice came out in an almost whisper. "Please talk to me Walter..."

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As Walter's feet took them unsteadily back in the direction of his home, the girl in his arms started crying, clutching a hand in his hair and apologising. He could feel the tingles her fingers created from where they brushed across the skin on the nape of his neck, but he didn't understand why she would be clutching on to him in the way in which she was. She would have held on to him like this before she realised he was useless, but now, she could do better and she could leave him behind very easily. He also didn't understand the words that were coming from her lips, the lips that he once had the right to kiss. There was no reason for her to want him to talk to her, there was no reason for her to be apologising.

All the thoughts swirling around Walter's mind kept him preoccupied on the walk as he tried to understand what was happening. He didn't know how to handle to situation and there were too many things he had to think about, and too many images he didn't want to think about. He came to the front door, with the girl still in his arms, pushing the door handle with his elbow he walked into his home, ignoring his parents questions and concerns about his injuries. He couldn't face them as well.

He pushed past them, taking the girl back to his bedroom and placing her gently on the bed. He noticed the scratches along her body from climbing through the trees and consequently falling out of them, so reached for the first aid kit left by the bed, cleaning her wounds in silence. After he was finished he looked up to her, his eyes no longer holding any of the former life he had in them when he realised the girl probably didn't want him touching her to help her. He'd probably make things worse anyway. Instead he backed away, clutching the first aid kit in his arms, shaking, as he spoke.

"I-I-I-I'm-m. S-S-Sor-ry-y." Then he walked stiffly out of the room, pushing past his parents once more, into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine tried to reach out and grab Walter by the hand to stop him, but he'd already stepped out of her reach and had locked himself into the bathroom. She sat back onto the bed, unsure of what to do. After a moment, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and started towards the bathroom only to fall to the floor within two steps. She let out a curse as her face collided with the wood beneath her. It was a struggle to clamber into the bed but she managed to do it without help. 

She sunk into the mattress and curled into the blankets, pulling them over her head so she could hide like she did when she was a child. Her guilt made her want to vomit but she opted for gripping the pillow tightly and biting her lip to keep her tears quiet. She was exhausted, in pain, and couldn't hold in her emotions long enough to catch her breath. There was nothing else she could do.

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Walter had walked to the sink, clutching the side of it as he stared at his pathetic reflection in the mirror. Underneath the blood crusted to his skin he could see the colour distortion on his skin and as he was slowly calming down, he could definitely feel the stinging pain. He cleaned up his face, putting a couple of plasters across the worst cuts on his face, hands and elbows, his hands shaking less and less with each movement. He had heard his parents try to get him to come out of the bathroom, but with what he'd remembered he didn't want to be talking to them right at this moment. He didn't understand his thoughts and memories, he needed to sort through them, but for now he wanted to forget.

Closing his eyes, Walter steadied his breathing. Slowly, in and out, nice and deep. Just like he did with the memories he'd remembered before, he pushed them to the back, locking them away and hoping he'd never have to see them again. When he opened his eyes, he knew he looked a little scrambled, but it would have to do. His eyes were still a little dull, but if he didn't ignore anyone then he could get away with it. His parents should just leave him be like normal.

Unlocking the door he was ready for the bombardment of questions from his parents, so he just held up his hands, "I-I'm f-f-fine." He forced a small smile to his lips before brushing past them and heading to the kitchen. His parents came in to watch what he was doing, but he somewhat reassured them that he was fine until they bid him goodnight and went to their room. Walter grabbed some painkillers for himself and some for the girl, along with a glass of water that he took back to the room. Pushing the door open and closing it behind him he knelt by the side of the bed, holding out what was in his hands. "Y-You m-might w-want th-ese b-before y-you sleep."

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine flung the blankets off of her and gave Walter a look that mirrored someone flinging daggers at him. Her jaw clenched and as she reached into her pocket and threw the leather pouch full of coins at him, pegging him in the chest. "I figured you might want this back. Damien shouldn't bother you anymore, no one else should either." 

She knew that giving him his money would probably bruise his ego a little, especially in the way she was presenting it to him. She took his missteps and threw them back in his face, knowing exactly what she was doing and figuring he would get angry with her. She'd rather have him be angry. It was better than the state of mind he was currently in. If he was mad then there would be the spark back in his eyes than the dull lack of luster they held in that moment. 

She fell back onto the mattress in a huff and faced the wall. She wiped her tears angrily off of her face, hating herself and how she was acting, but unable to stop herself from doing so. She knew she was being childish. She knew she was pushing him away, yet she hoped he would stay with her.

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Walter's eyes grew slightly wider when the pouch of money that had been stolen off him earlier landed on his lap after hitting his chest. He looked down, unable to believe his eyes. It was exactly what he thought. He really was useless. He realised that the girl must have seen him getting mugged, and the only way he could get his money back was by her help. It just showed how pathetic he truly was, and definitely solidified the thought in the girls mind. This was why he needed to push it all away from him. He needed to act like he normally did, how he was when he began talking to the girl laying on his bed wiping at her eyes angrily. If he could revert back, he could slowly start talking again and start from the beginning.

He just didn't know if the girl would stick around for him to fix himself.

Instead of dwelling on how useless he was, the least he could do was offer the girl some relief from her pain. He reached out a slightly shaking hand and placed it against he back, gaining her attention and then removing his hand away from her. "Y-You n-ne-ed th-this." Holding his hand out with the painkillers and water in them.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine tensed up when Walter placed a hand on her back. She didn't like being touched from behind but his war touch was calming, able to relax despite the emotional issues she was currently having. She rolled back over to face him and propped herself up onto one elbow. She stared down at the pills in his hand, wishing he would just get angry with her. She would have deserved it, and it would have been more satisfying than this. Any reaction would have been better than this. 

Reluctantly, she reached out and took the pills and dry swallowed them without the water. They went down but left a sticky feeling in her throat. An idea hatched in her brain suddenly. There was clearly no use in getting him angry, it didn't seem to be even possible, so she decided to try something else. 

Jazz pulled her hair over one shoulder and rubbed her neck, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Man, I really hate pills."

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Walter felt a feeling close to relief when the girl took the pills, despite swallowing them dry. At least it meant her own pain would ease. He sat back on his haunches again, just watching the girl and trying to keep his thoughts locked away tightly. He had to try and prove to her that he could be more than useless, that he wasn't as pathetic as she'd seen him to be. He wanted, more than anything, for her to stick around. What she'd said to him before had ripped his heart in two, realising the girl that had got him speaking and the girl that had captured his interest, hated him. With the girl around, Walter felt like a better person. He felt whole.

His attention was drawn back to the girl moving on the bed, pushing her hair to the side and leaning over. The way she looked made Walter want to get closer to her. To move over and place his hands on her skin. He didn't truly understand why he wanted to do those things, he just knew his main reason was that he wanted to be close to her.

His hand shakily started to reach out, but he launched backwards a step when he realised the girl wouldn't want someone like him touching her. She could do better than her, someone more useful; someone less pathetic. Like Damien. He dropped his head, trying to hide the soft sigh that left his lips. His shoulders dropped as he mumbled, "Y-You sh-shou-ld r-rest." Then he moved away from the bed to his chair by the window, picking up his book and trying to forget his reality.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine stared as Walter got up and told her to rest before curling up in a chair in the corner of the room. She couldn't seem to get any kind of reaction out of him, no emotion what so ever. He just seemed so resigned in everything, like he'd given up. Something had to get under his skin, but she couldn't think of anything other than getting absurdly into his personal space. However, she was in no position to move as her painkillers started taking effect.

She hadn't been lying when she'd said that she hated the pills. They made her too drowsy when she'd rather be awake. She watched him read for a moment then flicked her gaze towards the lamp, wondering what would happen if she'd turned it off. He wouldn't be able to read anymore, but then again he'd told her to get some rest. How was she supposed to sleep if he had the light on? He wouldn't be able to read in the room with her. He'd either have to leave to room or come to bed with her. He'd be forced to make a move.

Jazz reached out and switched off the lamp before curling up in the covers.

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Walter was just getting lost in the world of his book. He was trying to forget everything that had happened today, he couldn't think about it anymore. If he was supposed to be normal and useful, he had to forget his problems because they weren't important in the great scheme of things. There were plenty of people in the district that had things far worse than himself. Despite everything swirling round his head and making him dizzy, he just about managed to concentrate on the words in front of him.

That was until the lights went out. He blinked, looking around and just about making out the shape of the girl under the blanket of his bed. He sighed. He couldn't read in the dark, obviously, and he couldn't sleep so he didn't have much choice but to leave. Standing up with a soft sigh, he closed the curtains to his room, shutting out any moonlight. Navigating the room slowly, he tried not to make too much noise. As he neared the door, turning the handle silently, he turned back. "G-G-Good-night..." He wanted to say the girls name, but he just couldn't.

Instead of staying in his room, Walter switched on the lamp in the living room after shutting his door behind him quietly. Settling on the sofa in a curled ball, he got back to reading his book, knowing sleep would evade him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

*skip like half a week* 

Jasmine had been trying to push Walter's buttons left and right but to no avail. She just couldn't figure out what made him tick. He was either incredibly patient with her, or he was just really good at hiding his frustration. She was beginning to find herself bored with the activity but she was still persistent enough not to give up. 

She changed her tactics every few days or so, from turning the light off when he was reading to pretending to be asleep when he walked in the room. She would speak in a way she used to confuse people, rapidly and without breathing room before bolting away from him before she passed out from the lack of oxygen. 

Jazz had to watch herself so that her antics didn't become too mean, but there had to be a way to get Walter to respond. Everyone got angry, except him. He just kept looking through her with his eyes half dead. She yearned to see life in those eyes, and if she couldn't rouse him in other ways, she'd make an attempt in the way she knew best. By being as infuriating as possible.

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It's safe to say that Walter wasn't doing great, but he kept that side of him tightly locked away under lock and key, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could show he could be useful and not so pathetic. In the past few days the girl had started to act strangely towards him, saying things too quickly for him to understand or continually turning the lights off in his bedroom when he sat down to read for the evening. Nothing she was doing was making sense, but he just hoped that her acting this way was a sign that she was getting better after her accident. Instead of Walter trying to understand and talk to the girl about how she was acting, he tried not to let him bug him because he had enough to deal with.

Instead, Walter's days consisted of going backwards and forwards from work and doctoring the girls wounds in a precise manner. There was little talking on his part as he spent the evenings reading, before he managed to catch a couple of hours sleep before repeating the cycle all over again. He was trying to prove to not only himself, but to the girl, that he could be worth something. He could get on with his job and be just like he was before, but with a little more communication to the higher ups, not that any of them seemed to notice, all so the girl might notice him. All so the girl might see him as someone worth sticking around for.

After around the fourth day of Walter repeating the cycle, he could feel the lack of sleep hitting him, but he knew he had to push through. So before the girl had a chance to turn the light off in his room, he stood up from his chair and walked to the bedside lamp that was casting a golden glow across her back. He faltered for a second, swallowing the lump in his throat that had suddenly appeared, before he snapped out of it and switched the golden glow off. Walking to his door as silently as possible he whispered a goodnight, as he did every evening, before going to sit in the living room with his book once more.


**Skip another half a week**

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine was tired of trying to get on Walter's nerves. All of her resources had been exhausted ad she was running out of ideas, and it's proven to be a very long week. Despite her efforts, he was still silent, reclusive, and just as tired as she was even though he still tended to her wounds. The difficulty of her conquest had been more than she had bargained for, and now she was trying her last ditch effort before his parents came home from work. 

She stood in front of Walter's bookshelf, looking at the order of the books. She may not have been able to put the letters together to form words, but she did know the alphabet and knew that the books were in that particular order. She slid her finger along the spine of one leather bound tome and pulled it out, replaced it with one from the opposite end of the shelf, and continued this process until she thought that the books were thoroughly rearranged.

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The girl was still acting strange towards Walter, and he still didn't understand what or why she was doing it. Things had stayed the same, apart from her behaviour was becoming more and more erratic. He had started to worry about the girl, wondering if it was because of her injuries. But in front of his parents, she acted like she had done before she'd thrown the money back in his face, after he'd been mugged whilst trying to prove himself as worth something. It confused him and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act around her. Every night, Walter still had only around two to three hours of sleep and the rest of his time was spent reading or just worrying over the things in his head.

Today, he'd finished work earlier than his parents as they were made to stay on longer, but they were also going for a walk after finishing to relax themselves before coming home. So he walked home on his own, not sure he was ready to deal with the girls erratic behaviour for yet another day. As he neared his front door, he sighed, opening it and heading in but not saying a word. Instead he moved soundlessly passed the girl on his couch, walking into his room and changing into something less dusty.

Once he was finished changing he moved to his bookcase, looking for a new book seeing as he'd finished the other one the night before. As he was looking, he noticed his order wasn't in the way he'd left it. His alphabetised books were re-arranged into a mess of letters here there and everywhere. Sighing, he knew what had happened. The girl was the only one in the house all day.

Once he'd entered the living room, he looked up from the book he'd picked, "I-I t-take i-it y-you had-d f-fun re-rearr-anging my b-book-shelf?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine had been sitting on the couch upside down with her feet in the air when Walter walked in. When he didn't notice as he walked into his bedroom, she sighed and held on just a little bit longer. Her face had turned red, but she wanted to see if he'd notice. This sowed just how incredibly bored she'd been since she was well enough to move, but she still had two weeks left on her leave from work. She hoped her ankle and wrist would be functional enough to return to work. 

She had had trouble getting into this position, being in dress without showing anything despite Walter having seen most of her body already. She wanted to push him, but she didn't want to send him into cardiac arrest with her private area in the air which was why her skirt was wrapped tightly around her legs. Her fingers clung to the couch as she started to shake from the lack of blood in the lower half of her body. 

When Walter reentered the room Jazz nearly fell off of the couch. He held a book in his hand. The look on his face told her that he knew exactly what she'd done. It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out since she'd been the only one in the house all day, but she figured he would't have known so soon after returning home. She held her position as he confronted her. Well that was new. He'd been passive about all of her antics up until that moment, but she stood her ground. "Yeah, why? Does it bother you?"

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Walter wasn't looking at her, but her tone of voice caused something to snap inside of him. He didn't understand this girl anymore. He didn't know what she wanted from him. Everything she was doing was confusing him, whether she was trying to fluster him or get some unknown reaction out of him. All he was trying to do was be okay. He was trying to deal with the things going on in his head. He was trying to prove to not only himself, but to the girl, that he could be useful; that he could be a little bit more than worthless.

His hands clenched around his book, as he tried to take a deep breath in. Trying to calm the thoughts and images in his head was a challenge and he found his shoulders shaking slightly. Walter felt as if this girl was testing him, pushing him to his limits to see if he could handle it; to see if he was worth something. "Yes, it both-"

Walter started speaking, looking up at the girl but faltering as he saw the way in which he was sitting. The emotion he was feeling was forgotten, pushed to the back of his mind as he took in the sight of her slender legs. His cheeks flushed pink, his eyes widening a little bit before he tried to swallow the lump in his throat that suddenly appeared once again. Clearing his throat he looked away. "N-No, i-it d-d-oesn't bo-ther m-me."

After all, if Walter could get past this then maybe it would prove that he could live like a normal person, because, at the end of the day, his problems weren't a problem in the great scheme of things. Just like the girl said. And therefore, just like his bookshelf organisation shouldn't matter.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine righted herself on the sofa and stared at Walter as he changed his mind suddenly. Her anger flared then as she stood on her feet in front of him. Her eyebrows furrowed into a scowl and her jaw clenched and unclenched, mirroring her hands. Her gaze met his fiercely as she walked towards him and got very invasive with his personal space as she grabbed a fistful of his shirt. 

"You are so infuriating. What is it with you, do you not know how to get angry? After everything I've done to you to be as annoying as possible, and you can't even react. You just keep your head down and mumble before walking away. Get mad, dammit. I would have knocked my ass out the first day I started all of this, but you.." She placed her hands flat against his chest and pushed him. She didn't put a lot of force behind it, only enough to get the point across. 

Jazz crossed her arms in front of his chest and glared at Walter, unable to comprehend how someone can stand being walked on so much.

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The girls mood completely switched as soon as Walter changed his mind and he didn't understand why she would get so angry at him. He thought he was doing what was right; to be okay with things being different. But apparently he'd done something wrong again as she stalked towards him and got far too close. Unless he was prepared, someone being this close terrified him, especially with the hostile manner in which her hands were wrapped around his shirt. She was shaking, but not out of fear, unlike him.

That was until she pushed him away from her. Her words hit home as he stumbled backwards, his hands dropping his book to the floor, the pages fluttering open to somewhere in the middle. The girl had been acting so strange towards him to try and get him angry, to try and get him to have a reaction. All this time she was pushing and testing him. It felt like she didn't trust that he could be okay. After everything he'd been dealing with in his head, and trying to prove himself as someone worth sticking with, she'd just once again down trodden him. This time, he was not only useless and worthless, but infuriating.

Walter was starting to realise how hard he had been trying these past few days, yet this girl couldn't see that and wanted to halt him in his stride. Slowly, his hands stopped shaking from fear of being too close to her and started shaking in what felt like anger; just how the girl was feeling.

"So that was your plan all along?!" He ground out, raising his teary eyes to meet hers, breathing laboured. "Why do I have to get angry?! Why do I have to be like this?! Is it so you can have some fun? Is it too boring here for you? I know I'm no fun. I know I'm useless. I know I'm pathetic! Don't you think I've realised that after the way you spoke to me?! After you threw my money back in my face?!" He tried to take a deep breath to calm his shaking as he moved closer to her. "All this time I've been trying to prove to you that I'm okay! That I can be useful, that I can be worth something! That I'd be worth enough for you to stick by me while I fix myself. You told me my problems were nothing, and I'm trying to fix that. Trust me, but more keeps coming back..."

He trailed off a little, moving away from her after realising he shouldn't have said anything about his problems. They didn't mean anything. He turned away, his back facing her as his shoulders went stiff and his hands clenched into fists. "But. They don't matter, do they? After all, they're nothing compared to your hardships or someone elses in the damn district. Maybe you should go be with someone that can give you the excitement and that certain kind of interaction you need. Someone like Damien maybe." There was a dark chuckle at the end that Walter never knew he had the capability of doing. He hadn't even noticed that not once did he stutter. "Someone that's not infuriating."

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Jasmine Colt

Jasmine gaped up at Walter as he suddenly became aggressive towards her. She didn't like it, and knew what she was doing to him, but she didn't feel like she had much of a choice but to push him farther. It was what she wanted after all. There was life in his eyes once again. He may have been angry, but he hadn't completely been emotionally checked out.

She swallowed the hard lump that had formed in her throat and forced her mouth shut as she gave him a glare that would have sent most people running. "For your information, Damien is a piss ant. Believe it or not Walter, but I do have standards. If I didn't want to be here then I would have left a long time ago, and have you ever thought that maybe I wanted to stay here with you?"

Jazz took a step closer towards him, getting into his personal space again. "You clearly haven't been looking into the mirror. You've been walking around here like you've been half dead all week but now that I've gotten you all riled up, I can see that you're actually alive somewhere in that dense skull of yours. I was wrong to tell you that your problems weren't really problems. I'm sorry. I should have realized that sooner, but you've been moping around here like somebody died."

She took another step closer to him, her body inches away from being flush with his, causing her to have to tilt her head back as far to look up at him. "It's not healthy to slump around day in and day out. So get whatever has been bothering you out of your system so we can move on from this, because clearly something is bothering you." 

It was then that Jasmine realized how little self esteem he actually had. She knew it was low but she didn't realize it was almost entirely nonexistent. "You've literally had the life that most people dream of having, how is it that it's your own self you consider pathetic?" She shook her head. "I don't understand you. Money, both of your parents, and a place to call home: You have all the things I wanted, but I guess you wouldn't know what it was like without these things. Why are you so unhappy with what you have?"

 "Is it because of other people? I understand not liking crowded places but it seems a little abnormal that someone as smart and physically strong as you can break down from a little bit of contact. I see it when you start to lose yourself. I see the puffy red eyes from tears and the blood behind your ears and underneath your nails. I wasn't in any kind of shape to do anything about it before, but I see that there is definitely a problem here somewhere." She shook her head and took a step back, and turned way from him. 

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Walter was still angry, his breathing laboured and his fists clenching and un-clenching, but he didn't know what to say to her. She'd somewhat apologised to him for calling his problems stupid, but then kind of back tracked when she said it was hard to understand why he was the way he was with the life he has. She couldn't have possibly insulted him any more than she had done and Walter just didn't know how to respond.

When the girl turned away from him, he felt his temper peaking again. He was the one that didn't understand. He didn't understand what was so wrong with him being the way he was, it shouldn't have mattered what kind of upbringing he'd had. Walter was who he was and something changed him, something he didn't want to happen. It may be pathetic to her, but to him it had altered him and created the person he was. He stared at the back of her, the way her shoulders were moving up and down slightly faster than normal and then to the curve of her waist, but he wasn't going to get distracted now. She'd tried all week and she was going to listen to what he said before he caved.

"What's the point in apologising when you just throw it back in my face again? Just don't bother. You said what you said because you believed it to be true. You believed me to be pathetic, you were the one that told me to grow up and stop feeling sorry for myself. I already knew the way I am is pathetic, and yeah, maybe with the life I have I should be perfectly fine and you should be the messed up one. But it's not that way around and I'm sorry that I can't be someone you can go pick pocket with or take to bed." He took a deep breath, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her round, his eyes dark.

"I have never once said I'm unhappy with the life I have, and I've tried to give you that life more than anything, because for some reason I think you're worth it. You were the only one to get me speaking, because I wanted to talk to you. I don't know why I am so troubled by people, after all, it would seem abnormal to someone that's had to toughen up to survive rather than cower in fear."

He had to take another deep breath before he continued, knowing she'd probably just shove this back in his face. "But, maybe, just maybe it could have something to do with the fact after my first panic attack I was repeatedly told and screamed at that I should just get over myself, that what happened to me wasn't anything to cry about despite being in a life-threatening state. And to make matters worse, it wasn't just people I kind of knew, my parents were the main culprits. My loving parents were the worst, even to the point of purposefully losing me in crowds to get over myself. So, yeah, maybe I shouldn't be how I am, but I am."

He took a step away from her, no tears in his eyes, but his shoulders still heaving as he tried to control his breathing. His next words he ground out as he tried to control the urge to just touch her, to be near her. "I'm trying, for you, but if that's not good enough then you should leave. After all, I'm not exactly a match for you - I can't give you the things you want."

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine felt like her skin was on fire underneath his hands as he forced her to look at him. He was in such a close proximity, so close that she could feel his labored breathing lightly brush her face. She felt her face flush, but ignored her desires. She promptly shrugged her shoulders upwards and pushed his hands off of her with her own in a circular motion before grabbing his wrists and yanking them down before slamming them together. Then she pushed him away from her, trying to get some distance between them before she either really hurt him or did something she'd probably regret later. 

She hadn't meant to hurt him, it had been a reflex, but there wasn't much she could do at that point. She wasn't about to apologize for it when he wasn't accepting to her previous apology. She'd thought this could be an argument between two adults, but clearly he was bent on acting like a child. "Fine. It seems I can't help you then so I'll go." 

Jazz clenched her jaw and stormed off into the bedroom that she'd occupied for far too long, attempting to hide her limping gait before she slammed the door. She began rummaging through the drawers and closet, looking under the bed as well to find everything that she owned. Her meager belongings had been scattered around over the course of her stay, but she'd been able to find the majority of them after a few minutes of searching. What she hadn't planned on was finding a little bag full of jewelry stashed away underneath is bed. It was the same bag she'd given him as thanks for letting him stay in his home, in his bed, in his life. In that moment, seeing the bag crushed her in ways she didn't think possible. 

She sat down on the bed, heavy with guilt as she clutched the small bag of gold and silver in her hand. He was supposed to have sold all of it for money, but he clearly never had. Strange how something so small and seemingly insignificant could effect her in such a strong way.

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After everything Walter said, he didn't expect the reaction he got from the girl. He thought that if he'd said all of that he'd get her to understand, to understand that he was trying for her. Yet, she'd forced him away from her as he staggered backwards into the wall. The words that came from her mouth took a little time for Walter to register as he stood staring at the space she'd previously been occupying.

She was leaving...

That one word, leaving, forced his gut to twist in an unpleasant manner as he sank to the floor, clutching his hands behind his ears. After all this time, after saying that he was trying for her, it wasn't enough. He had a sinking feeling in his heart, his head heavy as tears came to his eyes. This time he wasn't going to give into the panic attack that was trying to force itself upon him, because the anger he was feeling started to come back the more he thought of the situation. He didn't want the girl to leave, but the fact she couldn't see how hard he was trying, and for her, made him shake as anger rippled through him.

He stood up, wiping the blood from his fingernails as he walked into his room, finding the girl sitting on the bed staring into space. "So, that's it? After telling you I'm trying my hardest, for you, you decide that's just not good enough and want to get up and leave?!"

As he took each step towards her, he lost his battle to hold back his tears. "That's not fair. I'm trying. Why can't you see that?!" Now he was in front of her, his anger there, but the prospect of this girl walking out of his life was overshadowing all his other feelings. "D-Don't. G-Go." With that, and a brain he wasn't listening to, he lent forwards. With his hands cupping her face, his lips smashed against hers; a way to get her to realise she was the only person he needed.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine stood suddenly as Walter stormed into the room. He was angrier than before, which she expected, but what she hadn't counted on was the way his hands cupped her face as he kissed her. Desire spread through her veins like wild fire as she dropped the bag of jewelry and reached up, lacing her fingers through his wheat colored hair with one hand. With the other, she gripped at his shirt, digging her nails into his shoulder. His face was damp with tears as his mouth wandered across hers desperately. 

She did manage to get a few words out in between kisses. "Stop. Trying. So. Damn. Hard." 

Jazz would have elaborated but her lips were preoccupied with other activities. She wanted to tell him that he didn't need to try to keep himself together in front of her. He'd been practically comatose for the last week, unresponsive to her tactics and exhausting himself into a panic. He didn't need to be perfect for her, and trying so hard was only going to make him backpedal in the progress he'd already made. She wanted Walter to be himself, to relax around her instead of trying to build himself up into something he wasn't. 

She wanted to tell him all of these things, but she just couldn't stop kissing him. Her hands slid down his chest and underneath the hem of his shirt, not going higher than his waist but teasing him nonetheless. She wanted more, but wasn't sure how far Walter was willing to take things.

[Lotus]

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Tears slipped down Walter's cheeks when Jazz spoke those few words, and he choked up on the realisation that it was the first time he'd associated her with her name, rather than just a girl in front of him. He was thinking so many things, and thinking nothing all at the same time. He was consumed by Jazz, consumed with the feel of her, the thought of her, the smell of her. She was everything he needed and craved, but she was also the one that could break him into a thousand tiny shards.

Walter's hands continued to cup her face, holding her as close to him as he dared, but when he felt her hands on the skin of his waist, he choked; a strangled sort of noise coming from deep withing his throat. He pulled back a little, catching what little breath he had as he rested his forehead against hers, shoulders rising and falling as his hands started to shake. "I-If I-I don't try hard, th-then y-you'll l-leave." It hit home how true those words sounded, and after everything the two of them had gone through in the past couple of months, he couldn't stand to watch her walk away.

"S-Stay." With that, he ignored the panicked feeling he felt from her hands on his waist, and instead, he brought one of his hands to her back and brought her body as close to his as possible. His lips descended on hers once more, as his other hand tangled slightly in her hair.

[Draco Malfoy]

Jasmine Colt

Jasmine sighed into Walter as he laced his fingers through her mass of curls, probably getting them stuck but in that particular moment she couldn't care less. All that mattered was they way Walter felt pressed against her as she was able to feel the taught muscles beneath his shirt from the years in the fields, and the way his mouth lingered on hers for a moment before renewing the kiss. She wanted to push him down onto the bed and have her way with him, but wasn't quite sure how far this would go. 

She wanted to tell him so many things, but couldn't manage to word them properly. She was going to stay as long as he could stand being around her, but he didn't need to try to be something he wasn't. People grew and changed over time, he'd get better without having to force it but trying so hard was clearly doing more damage than it was worth.

Jazz took a step backward and tripped over the bed, sending her sprawling onto the mattress as she took Walter with her.