We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

114| An Event to Prevent

Y/N POV

Harry was still talking to me but my consciousness was long gone from the first time he claimed to have beheld the drugs—also known as the fake sugar balls—in the seven-year boy's dorm; inside the nightstand of a bastard which he identified as the boy in my dream.

He must've been planning on disgracing me from long ago. With the help of pug face Pansy, he would finally be able to do it soon. But why would they do that? Apart from the fact that Cormac was defeated in 2 fights with my fiance and Pansy was rejected repeatedly by my fiance too, I didn't see a distinct reason.

It was his fault to try to flirt with me when he knew I already had a boyfriend. And it was also her fault to try to flirt with a loyal boyfriend of mine. It wasn't my fault nor Draco's either, he was only trying to keep what was his to stay as his forever.

Then what's it? What did I do wrong to make them hate me so much they were eager to do such a dishonourable thing to me?

"For the first time in my life, I agree with Malfoy. You should be in your room now. Don't do anything he thinks you shouldn't do and make yourself safe," Harry spoke.

I looked at him in sheer silence, still trying to cope and find where it truly started. As though the chosen one brought a bowl full of onions to hover it in front of me, my eyes became watery and faking a cough to clear my throat turned out to be a pretty good decision for me to erase the unnecessary tears.

"Do people hate me, Harry?"

He scratched the back of his neck, distinctly avoiding my stare, hesitant to blurt out, "I don't think so . . . ."

So people do hate me.

"Oh . . . right, why would anyone hate a Richards; I sponsored the school, they should be thankful."

Sometimes we lied to make ourselves felt better but this one stupid lie I spat wasn't doing its job properly. I had to find Draco and ask his opinion about this . . . or I could go somewhere quiet to spend my time contemplating about this problem and reflecting on myself.

With my heart inclined to the second option, I left Harry to stroll around the castle.

As if the Lord wanted to meddle in my life to make it a lot messier than it already had, far in front of me, Cormac McLaggen was caught in my sight wearing his ugly Gryffindor robe and a disgusting smirk on his face.

He walked at a normal pace through the unusually empty corridor. His footsteps echoed, bringing wrath to wind up a storm within this form of mine and a little dose of fear wreathed the weak soul in abruptness.

For my indefinite intuition that based on mere conjecture to emerge, I came up with a belief that this was it. This was the time in which I would be violated.

Again, I had two options; to go back to where I came from earlier or to confront him right away. Though my brain insisted on going back, my heart voiced out otherwise—I had made up my mind.

I didn't mind being a murderer.

All my brain could process at this moment was a concept to whip out his heart from its confinement and lucky me, I had somehow prepared things out beforehand. I got my protection coin, a magic wand and a butter knife Draco used to butter our toasts this morning.

Cormac McLaggen is going to die in my hand today.

"Nice skirt, Richards."

I didn't know why at this very second, I was unable to say anything. I couldn't even step forwards. I froze in a standing position. It was nothing like what I expected to be, I expected more of myself; a braver Y/N, a stronger Y/N, literally a more fierce Y/N but what I got was the feeblest Y/N I never imagined to exist in me.