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Vote or else... I ran out of threats, they'll be back in 3-5 business days. For now, just vote.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Miss Billie Eyelash and my wife Rosalía for putting me in my feels while writing this chapter. [billie eilish & rosalía - lo vas a olvidar (slowed & reverb)]
Enjoy, my loves.
[TW: INSINUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT]
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Three days...
Three day's since I got thrown out of a room like a sack of potatoes.
Three days since I've seen his face.
And unfortunately, I think I... miss it?
No, I don't. I don't miss it.
Okay, maybe I miss the fights.
But that's why, when I see him, he's getting a fat punch in his pretty, proportionate, face.
I haven't seen Draco anywhere. I barged into his room several times, he wasn't there. He hasn't even been to class. I don't care, he can fail, that's on him. But when you don't show up to the Room of Requirement to help finish a task that was assigned to the both of us. That's when all hell breaks loose.
Bastard gave me a bruise on my knee from that fall. On top of that, I've been procrastinating my assignments because I'm spending sixteen hours a day working my way through every single spell book I can get my hands on, trying to figure out how to fix this fucking cabinet.
Zane on the other hand... I think I can call him Zane now... in my head. Afterall, I've seen and felt all of him.
Including that mark. I know what it is, but what does it mean? Why is it on me? No one can see mine, except for Elijah. I saw Zane's. Is it possible that Zane can see mine? But then why didn't he say anything? Probably the same reason why I'm not saying anything. He doesn't want to drive me away. He wants something. He has a motive.
"Who can tell me the difference between sleeping draught and dreamless sleep potion?" Slughorn questions us, rubbing his chin.
That's the question?
I shoot my hand up, but apparently Granger and I share the same instinct. We both look at each other from across the room, competitively. The thing is, everyone in the class knows, when a question is asked, they don't raise their hand, they let me answer it. Everyone except for fucking Granger.
Slughorn looks overwhelmed, staring between her and I.
Pick me idiot.
"Why don't we try someone new?" He glances around the room. "Mr. Zabini?"
