𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲

Chapter 20- The fight, the Ravenclaws and the library

"Of course not! What does that even mean!?" His face goes blank and his brows lower.

"Its not that hard to understand! Just choose me!" His voice is raised now and he's inching twords me.

"I'm not choosing anyone! Esspessially not you." Silence fills the air and his face goes red.

"Why not me?" His voice is softer now.

"We're friends. Can't we just be friends Draco?" I plead.

"But we kissed." He runs his hands through his hair.

"Yes. That was two months ago and we barely knew each other. That night was nice. Can't that night just be nice instead of turning it into something?" I say.

"But I have feelings for you." I couldn't believe what he said. So sincere. So soft.

"No you don't Draco. You've convinced yourself you do. Think about it. I'm one of the only people who has talked with you about your feelings. There's a difference between affection and attraction." He looked even more upset and confused now.

"Why do you hate me!?" I stumbled back.

"I don't hate you Draco." I reach out to touch his arm and he pulls it away.

"Yes you do. Is it because I'm not pretty boy Diggory? With his perfect family and perfect grades and perfect face."

"You aren't the same person! Not even comparable! So why compare. You don't even like him. Why would you want to be like him?"

"Because then you would want me." He turns away.

"Draco." I reach out to his shoulder. He turns back around and walks out. Slamming the door behind him. Leaving me in his dorm.

I awkwardly walk down a few moments later and the once giggling voices of the common room have turned cold and quiet. I walk down the stairs and out of the common room, avoiding eye contact with them. I space out and my mind follows wherever my feet are taking me. I end up in the front of the Gryffindor common room.

"Balderdash." I say and the painting swings open.

"Hey y/n, what are yo-"

"I hate everything!" I yell and flop on the couch next to Hermione.

"What did a boy do now?" She rolls her eyes.

"How do you know it's a boy?" I ask accusingly.

"It's always a boy, isn't it?" She says and I shrug.

"Draco says he has feelings for me." She looks up from her book.

"What did you say?" The look in her eyes shows she's finally interested in my love life.

"I told him he doesn't." I say and she gives me a confused look.

"You told him he doesn't have feelings for you." She smiles.

"Yes. Why is that funny?" She starts snort laughing.

"It's just... Imagining his little sad rat face really raises my spirits." I shove her and start laughing too.

"Hello, ladies." Fred says and walks out of his dorm.

"Hello Fred." We both roll our eyes.

"Awe don't give me that look." He pouts his lips.

"Why does y/n look so... scrunchy?" Fred asks and I shoot him a dirty look.

"Malfoy said he's in love with her." Hermione starts looking at her book again.

"He didn't! He said he has feelings. Those are two different things." He starts laughing too.

"What did you say!?" He laughs and I cross my arms.

"That he was wrong about having feeling for me." I say matter of factly.

"You never say that!" He yells.

"Well you would know, you get rejected enough!" I say back.

"That's so not true!" He yells and throws his hands up on the air.

"Yes it is!" I yell back.

"Stop it! You guys are so annoying!" Hermione smiles.

"And you are just old lady Hermione." He pushes up imaginary glasses.

"Leave us alone." Hermione hisses and he puts his hands up defensively and walks out of the common room.

"Alright, I think I'm going to get lunch, you wanna come?" I ask.

"I really have to study for the next potions test."

"Okay, but youre going to do great on it Moine. You always do." She smiles and flips the page.

I leave the common room and walk down to the great hall. Once I enter, the great hall turns to hushed whispers.

"Is it true?" A group of three Ravenclaw girls I think in year seven, rush over to me.

"What's true?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"Oh, of course it's true you two always look like you're undressing each other with your eyes!" The tallest one says.

"Uh wha-" She wraps her arm around me.

"Don't be modest. I'm Bella." She puts her hand on her chest.

"I'm Vea." The small brunette says.

"And I'm Josefina." I nod and give them a weak smile.

"You can come sit at the Ravenclaw table." Bella says, like it was some exclusive offer. Once we sit Bella claps.

"So, you and Cedric. You are like a thing right?" Vea says and my jaw tightens.

"Yeah." I exaggerate, curious of where this conversation is going.

"Great. There's this party happening on Friday. Super exclusive. Year sevens only, but I think we could make an exception for you, if you bring Cedric." I had no interest of going to this party and it seemed impossible to speak to Cedric right now but I play along.

"You'll have to bring alcohol too." Josefina adds, running her fingers down her raven hair.

"Sure." I shrug.

"Great." Bella says. After a few moments of silence I stand up.

"I guess I'll be going then. Can't wait for that party." I smile and walk out of the great hall.

I once again wander around and end up in the Library. A couple heads turn to me and I look down.

I walk over to the muggle literature section and immediately feel like I'm back home in my favorite old library, with the stone walls.

I pick up The Catcher and The Rye, a book my dad tried to get me to read many times. I remember the letter he wrote just a month ago and a wave of home sickness rushes over me.

I take the book and sit down at a desk, the lamp putting a light green shadow on my face.

I open up the book to the last page. I don't know why I do this but I like knowing the ending and seeing it unravel throughout the book.

After reading the last page I start flipping to the other side. The book stops halfway through at a dog eared page. A blue envelope rests between the pages. My name written on the back. A chill runs down my spine and I turn it around. I look closer at the wax seal on the front. It's my old family emblem. I open the letter, in perfect cursive it reads,

My dearest y/n,

If you are reading this you are in danger.