Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 22

Before entering the great hall I wipe under my eyes and push the doors open, a bit too grandly some might say. Professor McGonagall is halfway through her speech when I rudely interrupt. Her eyes roll down to me behind her crescent shaped glasses. She fixes them back onto her nose before proceeding to talk. "As I was saying before y/n made her unnecessarily  grand entrance...."

I stop listening  and sit down at the Slytherin table as far away from Pansy as possible. I can't believe she would do this.

She notices me from down the table and I see her give an enigmas glare in my peripheral vision. I ignore it and play with the food that appears on my plate which causes my stomach to churn making me feel a little nauseous.

"Woah y/n you look crap! You've either smoked a shit tone of weed all day or been crying." Cedric announces, sliding beside me once McGonagall finishes her speech. "Ha yeah." I reply flatly.

He furrows his eyebrows confused. "Wait which one."
I let out a little laugh and look up to meet his hazel eyes. "The weed one." I lie not wanting him to be worried about why I was crying. "Ah why didn't you ask me to join! Were you alone?" He asks picking up a strawberry and plopping it in his mouth. I cough and look down at my plate. "Yeah. Yeah I was alone."

He furrows his eyebrows and stops chewing, in thought. "Wait since when do you smoke weed?" He questions, finally finish chewing his strawberry. I bite the side of my cheek in annoyance. "Since today. Now if you'll excuse me I have some revising to be doing." I stand up and push my plate away whilst swinging my bag over my shoulder but before I could even move a foot a hand taps my shoulder.

I groan and begin to turn around."What! What do yo- oh Oliver." My eyes meet his noticeably frightened ones and I smile. Awkwardly.
"Bad timing?"
"Yeah, no! No I mean... Sorry it's just been a stressful day." I force out a laugh which he notices. "I er..." he lets out a small cough. "I think we should talk." I notice the palms of my hands becoming sweaty so I wipe them on my pleated black skirt.

"You do?" I say a bit too squeaky than intending. "Yeah. It's been a bit awkward between us recently and it's just, it's been playing on my mind. I don't want to lose you y/n."
I feel my tensed shoulders loosen as every word hits my ears. "I don't want to lose you either Oliver, and I promise you won't lose me. Just because we're not dating anymore doesn't mean we can't be friends."

I continue to stand in front of him, my eyes glazing over his mouth as it forms a slight smile. "That's good to hear." He finally replies with a more cheery tone.

Silence fills the atmosphere around us before it's broken by a voice behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt but y/n didn't you have somewhere to go?" Cedric implies clutching onto my wrist from the table behind me.
"Yes. Yes I do. Talk later?" I say to Oliver as my hand accentuates in front of me. "Yeah sounds good." He takes it with a shake and We smile before I turn towards the doors of the great hall.

I sigh a breath of relief as the fresh air hits my body sharply.

I er, where was I going?

As my trail of thought finally returns I head off to the library where I plan to hide for the rest of the evening alone, burying my face in books that each hold their own stories, just like us people do.

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A warm home feeling hits my heart as I colapse at a desk surrounding myself in books. The atmosphere of the library has always provided me with a safe feeling that I'm never alone. It's where I can fully let go, lose my thought in a great story. I mean who doesn't enjoy that?

Thoughts about my parents, Oliver, Draco, school finally pass over my mind as I crack open my favorite book and begin to read the black ink pasted upon the coffee coloured pages.

And since a very long time I feel something that I didn't know I  missed so much. Peace.

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A few hours pass and I finally tare my eyes away from my book, glaring up around me. I notice the library is completely and utterly empty. I frown and my eyes rise even further towards the clock on the wall intriguingly.

"MIDNIGHT?! How long have I been in here for?" I uncontrollably yell out. The sound of my voice echoes into the desolation of the library. I close my mouth as well as the book, that I was completely sucked in by only just a few minutes ago, and place it just beneath the desk which so happens to be my hidden spot so no one else could take it.

Grabbing my bag and stealthily sliding out of the library, all of the thoughts I lost for a couple of hours come flooding back into my mind like a wave of negativity so I squeeze my eyes shut to try and push them out again, however I find that walking with your eyes closed isn't exactly the best idea. I bump into something solid, something smelling like mint and parchment. And... cologne.

I don't need to open my eyes to know who is standing before me. The rough voice of the boy speaks.

"Why were you talking to Oliver earlier?" The jealousy rolling off his tongue along with the words. My eyes slowly open and I take a brisk step back. "What are you doing here at this time?" I hiss out, scrutinising our surroundings incase someone is near by. "Answer the fucking question y/n. Why. Were. You. Talking. To. Oliver earlier?" He slips his hands into his pockets and looks down at me with a prevailed mask plastered over his face.

I sigh deeply. "Im friends with him, Draco. What's so wrong about that?" I reply, my head and my eyes gradually lifting to meet his.

"Everything is wrong with that y/n." He spits down at me.
"Jealous are we?" I smirk. His mouth forms into a snarl and his eyes look me up and down as though he's judging me in that empty head of his.

"If you want this to work-.."
"ME?! If I want this to work? Draco you were the one who started on me first. You're the one who was obsessed with me to begin with!" The words tumble from my mouth before I could stop them. I should know by now yelling at Draco doesn't ever end well.
Except this time he proves me wrong. His mouth keeps clamped shut for at least a minute after.

"Look y/n you agreed to do this as much as I did." He finally says. I don't reply, except, I just stare at him.
"I don't want you talking to Oliver anymore."

My eyes widen and I let out a ridicule laugh. "You're kidding right!"
I wait for him to reply but he just stares over my head motionless as though in some way he's regretting his words. "So you're making me chose." I whisper under my breath as I start to pace in front of him. He reaches for my arm and tries to pull me forward towards him but I pull away. "Get off me!" I yell. Our eyes meet, lock, before it's my turn to run my eyes over him from head to toe in great despondency.

"And to think that I thought you were different." I readjust my bag back on my shoulder and brush past him, tears threatening to fall.

Why is it always me.

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So so sorry it's been so long since I've posted, I've been caught up with exams and shitty school. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it's a little rushed so excuse that buuuut here we are.

Well You clearly didn't think it was too bad because you made it to this point :)
Have a great rest of your day!