𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑

Today's chapter is extra long and has a groundbreaking discovery. I hope you enjoy!:)

We didn't even go back downstairs that night. We stayed up on the astronomy tower until eventually the sun trickled over the horizon.

I woke up to find my head resting on his chest, listening as his slow heartbeat echoed in my ears. I fluttered my eyes open to see the breathtaking sunrise.

Orange and yellow flooded the sky. The moon was a small crescent, still looming in the air. It was beautiful. I didn't want to leave that moment. I just wanted to bask in the sheer beauty of it all.

Nicholas' head perked up as I slid my head off his chest. His eyes were full of tiredness. "It's morning already?" He groaned, suppressing a yawn. I nodded and smiled.

"It is. And we have class today." I said evenly. He rolled his eyes and sat his head back on the solid ground. I stood up and hovered over him for a moment, my eyebrow raised.

"I'm getting up." He mumbled, slowly moving forward. I took his hand and we clambered back down the stairs into the school, which was buzzing with students and teachers.

I sat in the back of History of Magic, winding my pencil through my fingers. Since the second semester had rolled around I was in new class orders, so thankfully Zachary wasn't in my first class.

History of Magic went by rather slowly. We talked a lot about Dumbledore's greatest accomplishments, and how magic is passed on through the family tree- pretty boring if you ask me.

My next class was Transfiguration, which was utterly dreadful.

I was at my desk, minding my business, scribbling down notes as the teacher spoke, and then suddenly a tap on my shoulder caused me to turn around.

I turned to see a girl with deep red hair and emerald eyes looking at me. Somehow her face surfaced some sort of pity on it. She handed me a note and whispered "I'm sorry."

I turned back around and opened the note. "Whoring around with Tom, Zachary, and Nicholas? I guess the only one left is Adam. After that you'll officially be a Riddle slut." It read. I was completely in shock.

But I recognized the handwriting immediately, it was Draco's. Of course he'd do something like this. Ever since he and Nicholas got into that fight Draco's been giving me evil eyes.

I crumbled the note up and squeezed it in my hand. I was completely fuming. I knew exactly where Draco was sitting. In the back corner of the class.

I shot up from my chair and marched over to him. The teacher said something along the lines of "Greendale, sit down right this instant." But I didn't even care to listen.

His blond hair was combed back, and a large smirk rested on my lips. I arrived at his desk and grabbed the collar of his shirt with my fingers, a look of pure rage painted on my face.

I was tired of being treated so awfully, especially when it comes from someone as pitiful as Malfoy. I slammed his head into the wall, which was only two or so inches away, so it wouldn't of hurt too badly.

I heard the teacher yell something so I knew time was short. "Don't do something you'll regret, Malfoy. I have an army on my side." I said through gritted teeth.

There was nothing visible in his eyes, but I could tell from his short breaths that his heart was racing. He was scared, perhaps, but I would be too, considering just how crazy I assumed myself to look in that moment.

Professor McGonagall's hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, causing my fingers to slip from Draco's robe. I kept my eyes on him until she pulled me out of the classroom.