"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.
"Fizzing Whizbees." answered Y/N.
As the painting opened to reveal the room, Y/N noticed that Y/B/F/N was already there. She must have taken a different route.
"Hey, Y/B/F/N, look, I'm really sorry about what happened back there."
Y/B/F/N looked up at Y/N. "I was actually gonna say the same thing. I was provoking you and honestly it was my fault, I made you mad." She sighed. "I'm really sorry."
Y/N gave her a soft smile. "Well, I still shouldn't have acted like that."
Y/B/F/N looked up at her. "So, since both of us are just gonna blame ourselves, are we all good?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." Y/N said, walking to her bed. As she changed into pajamas, she kept thinking about Draco. That was the first time they'd talked since the incident in third year. Why did he even come up to her? Did he want to start talking again? Did she want to start talking again? She sighed and got under her covers and laid her head down on her pillow, the thoughts still riddling her brain. She sighed. Sleeping that night was difficult.
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We Don't Talk Anymore; DracoxReader
FanfictionYou and Draco haven't talked in years. But the second he speaks to you again, your mind is already racing with thoughts about him and your lost friendship. Is there hope for you two to become friends again? Or will the lost friendship turn into roma...
