RIDDLE

19

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~Previously~

A few minutes pass, and I see Chris descending the stairs trying to put his books in his bag.

"Ready?" he asks

"Ready as always,"

With that, we start our lessons for the day.

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Nothing great really happens that day. All we do is study, study and guess what? Study.

I came back to my dorm all tired and hungry since I missed lunch. I change into my comfortable clothes and fall onto my soft, comfy bed.

I was about to fall asleep, but Puginson just had to interrupt the peace in the dorm by barging in.

I just pretended to be asleep and ignored her.

I can feel her presence beside my bed a few minutes later, but I don't budge.

"Get up. Draco's looking for you," she says in an annoyed tone.

WHATDIDSHESAYYYY

I still maintain my sleeping position and try not to move much while thinking about what she just said.

Why does Barbie want to meet up with me?

"Y/N, just get up; I know you're not asleep", I hear her say.

"what is it?" I replied, getting up from my sleeping position, slightly annoyed.

"Are you deaf? I said Draco is looking for you," she says, practically screaming in my face.

"Jeez, calm down Pansy, what's the rush?"

"Go to the common room..... NOW!" she yells and pushes me out of the dorm, and closes the door shut.

Regretting every step I took, I made my way towards the common room.

Why does he want to see me?

I ask myself this question repeatedly until I reach the common room with Draco sitting on the long green couch in front of the fireplace.

He looks behind, and his light grey eyes meet mine. But it wasn't kindness that was showing in them (never does). It was hatred, jealousy.

I walk up to him, and he gets up.

"What is it that you want? I ask him.

"And yeah, you better make this quick. I have other things to do,"

"What other things?" he asks, raising one of his eyebrows.

"What do you mean wHAt oTheR tHinGs. That's none of your business," I say

"I want my necklace back," he says in a stern voice, not making eye contact with me.

"What necklace?"

"You very well know which one," he says, finally looking at me.

"Look, Barbie, I have no idea which necklace you're talking about."

"B-Bar- don't ever call me that. Understand?!"

"I swear to God if you don't tell me which necklace you're talking about, I'll literary leave."