𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 | D.M

~29~ 𝘓𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬 ~29~

𝚈𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈𝚈 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 500 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝚂𝙾 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂 𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 <3

A/n: I just came to the realization while writing this chapter that Y/n wouldn't be in this class since it was Gryffindor/Slytherin. Sooo with the magic of being the writer it's a mixed class yw to all my Hufflepuff friends :D

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

{𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝}

It was beautiful, until it wasn't

Being back at school wasn't all bad.

The presence of being surrounded by all your friends and in a place that basically felt like home made up for the dreadfulness.

You and Chid made your way to potions early the next morning.

"Ah welcome ladies, come in, come in" Professor Slughorn says ushering you both in.

You and Chid make your way over to where Hermione and the rest of the students are standing.

Draco stands off to the side looking down completely lost in thought.

Harry and Ron walk in a little while after class starts.

"Ah Harry, my boy, I was beginning to worry. We've brought someone with us, I see"Slughorn says, motioning towards the tall red-head.

"Ron Weasley, sir." Ron says lightly.

Harry gives Chid a soft smile.

"-But I'm dead awful at Potions, a menace, actually. I'm gonna..."

Ron starts to head towards the door but Harry stops him.

"We'll sort you out, get out your books" Slughorn says, turning back to you and your classmates.

"I've prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?" The gray haired professor asks.

Hermione's hand instantly shoots up first.

"Yes, Miss..."

"Granger, Sir. That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth-telling serum. And that one would be Polyjuice Potion."

You look over at Draco and he looks away.

It was almost like he had been staring at you the whole time and didn't want you to know.

Draco's POV:

If i'm to be completely honest.

I really don't wanna be here.

I don't wanna act like everything is okay or like I can just go about my sixth year pretending to be a normal student.

Y/n seems happier.

Happier without me.

I wish I could talk to her and tell her it was all just a fucking misunderstanding.

That's the funny thing about things.

Wishing.

Well I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but wishing isn't real.

And it's good you don't put your faith in wishes.

It just ends up hurting and disappointing you in the end.