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Y/N Y/L/N
"Then get the fuck over, Cedric," he says, and as they come out, the words suffocate my heart.
This was too much. All too much, you just couldn't handle it. All the emotions you had been bottling up exploded at the sound of the six words.
"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT," you scream, punching his jaw with all your power.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT FEELS LIKE," you screech, anger rushing through all the veins in your body.
"TO BE BETRAYED BY YOUR CLOSEST FRIEND," you shout, pushing Draco harshly away.
"You've got some fucking nerve Y/N." He scoffs; eerily while brushing his finger against his lip to wipe the blood. "I'm built on betrayal."
"That's a lie; I have been here for you ever since the beginning. We all have Blaise, Adrian, Pansy, and Terence," you reply out of breath.
"You think you know me better than myself, Y/N?" He scoffs, "you are sorely mistaken. I'm not the same person you think I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You sneer.
"I think, Y/N, you live with this fantasy that I'm this nice guy." He walks closer, centimeters away from your face. "But this is the real me, and it's time you realized that."
Abruptly he turns, and you watch as he walks down the corridor until he disappears.
"But you aren't; I know you aren't." You whisper to yourself, clenching your fists.
Draco Malfoy
As I leave Y/N, I go to the nearest bathroom. My head is pounding, and my body feels like it can't take it anymore.
I lean against the sink staring at my reflection.
What the fuck did you just do.
Why do you keep fucking yourself over?
I punch the mirror, making cracks spiraling out from the center.
I rinse myself with cold water and take one last glance at my broken reflection.
Why do you keep fucking yourself over?
The statement repeating itself in my head is the only thing I can think about.
Pansy Parkinson
The last several weeks have been awful. Y/N and Draco refuse to speak to each other. It's draining and so fucking annoying. Honestly, I can't handle it anymore, but they're both stubborn as hell.
"I can't be the only one annoyed, am I?" I ask Adrian while I lay in his bed as he gets ready for the quidditch match.
"We should be used to this by now; I mean fourth year they didn't speak the entire winter. And for what? They were too nervous to ask each other to the yule ball, but then got angry when neither asked each other, and they went with other people."
"I remember that; who caved in?"
"Who do you think?"
"Y/N, ugh, but she's more stubborn than ever. They better be back to normal soon. I'm giving them a week, or else I'm forcing them to apologize."
"In a week, that's," He thinks. "A week before Halloween,"
"Yup, anyway, I should let you go."
I stand up and give him a quick peck before turning to leave.
"Wait, another one for good luck." He grins mischievously.
He pulls me in and leans down, locking me in a trance of lust.
Y/N Y/L/N
You ponder in the library, wondering what to do.
Should I apologize to Draco?
No, I'm always the first to speak out.
It's not fair that I'm always the one trying to salvage our friendship.
But; I miss him.
Though we have fight all the time, so we'll be fine, right?
Maybe, I will apologize.
No, if he really cared, he would apologize first.
If he really was your friend, he would apologize first.
He could sacrifice his pride for you, right?
You were worth it, right?
You give up studying due to your distracting though, pack your things, and leave the library. As you walk out, Professor Slughorn stops you.
"Miss Y/L/N?"
"Yes, professor?"
"I've been meaning to talk to you, walk with me."
The two of you walk side by side through the corridors.
"Every time I remember to talk to you, you've already left my class."
"Oh, I'm sorry professor, I didn't know th-"
"No need to apologize; however, I simply wanted to invite you to a dinner party that I'm hosting."
"A dinner party?" You ask, caught off guard.
"Yes, alongside other select students, of course."
"Uh, I'd be honored to join, professor; count me in."
"Wonderful, I shall see you Friday night in my office."
"This Friday?"
"Yes."
"Mhm, thank you for the invitation, professor."
"Your very welcome, Miss Y/L/N." He replies before walking away.
"Select students? Who else got invited?" You wonder to yourself before walking to the Slytherin Dungeons.
Draco Malfoy
I sat on my bed reading a book as the door opened. Blaise walks in, returning from the match.
"Did you win?" I ask, setting my book down.
"Yeah," he replies as he undresses out of his quidditch clothes and into sweats.
"Bet Marcus is glad," I respond, uninterested.
"He's elated; we still won't be able to win the cup, which is bloody annoying."
I return to my book tuning out Blaise's endless complaining about this year's quidditch season. And how I shouldn't have quit, since I was the best seeker.
"What are you going to do about Y/N?" He asks, taking my book and setting it down, grabbing my attention.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't be a git; you haven't spoken to Y/N in almost two weeks."
"Your point is?"
"Aren't you going to apologize?" He asks, furrowing his brow.
"I have nothing to apologize for; I didn't do anything wrong."
"Do you need me to spell it out for you?" He replies, irritated.
I stay silent.
"You at least feel bad, right?"
"Yes, I feel bad, Blaise. I feel bloody awful; I don't even know how any of the words came out." I respond, cringing at each word.
"Then apologize." He groans, bouncing onto his bed.
"I can't."
"And why not?"
"I just can't."
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This chapter is exceedingly short, for which I apologize. This is kinda more of a weird filler type part before the next part. I promise that in the next part, I will return to my usual amount of words. I just wanted to hold off on the coming situation because it would've seemed rushed had I put it in now. Once again, I apologize, and don't forget to vote :)