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Chapter Eight: Allegro

(Y/n) smirked, "Oh, really?"

"Positive."

"Too bad."

In a split second, she let go of Draco. She playfully winked at him and ran away, leaving the room and closing the door. She started giggling as she entered the girl's bathroom, thinking about Draco's surprised expression he must have right now. She had to admit, what happened back there in her room was very, very exciting.

But she was (Y/n) after all, and (Y/n) wouldn't have done something so low like having sex with someone who only found her physically attractive, and that person was her cousin. The fact that they were cousins only made her more excited than she was, she couldn't help but think her mother and Draco's parents faces if they found out what they've been doing lately.

She looked at herself in the mirror and noticed she was panting, her hair was slightly messy and she had three red marks on her neck.

She bit her lip and smiled, if Draco really wanted her, he had to do better.

'(Y/n) Lestrange or (L/n) isn't an easy girl.' She thought.

Draco, on the other hand, stood there with his eyes and mouth wide open. He couldn't believe it, she ran away, again. 'How dare she!' He angrily thought. He was fuming, now he had to 'fix himself' before somebody could see him like that.

Speak of the Devil, Millicent came in with her cat in her arms. She must have been really surprised because she dropped her cat, making Draco turn around startled.

"Get out, Bulstrode!" He shouted.

"No! You get out! This is my room, go to yours and do whatever you have to 'do' there!" She shouted back as she dragged him outside.

Draco cursed as he shut the door of his room, if (Y/n) kept running away, he had to tie her up next time.

He snickered, that wasn't a bad idea.

After all, he was Draco Malfoy, and he always got what he wanted.

Always.

***

(Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair in attempt to fix it, when she suddenly felt like a cold bucket of ice was dropped on her shoulder.

"AHH!"

She heard a giggle.

"Hello there, (Y/n)!" The voice giggled.

She turned around and saw a ghost. The ghost playfully pinched her cheek and the girl felt that same freezing sensation.

"Hey! I know you, you're Martha- no, Moaning Myrtle!" She curiously said.

"Ooh, so you've heard about me, hm?... I've heard a lot about you too lately..." She flew around (Y/n).

"Oh really? Probably rubbish, I suppose." She shrugged.

"No... I've heard about your family, though. Your mother, your father, your-"

"I have no father. Like I said before, it was just rubbish." She muttered.

"It's funny to see I know more about yourself than you do." Myrtle said as she inched closer to (Y/n).

"If that's true, you must already know my real name, yes?"

"Of course," she giggled, "It's (Y/n) Lestrange, they have been saying you're Bellatrix's daughter."

"Well, the person who said that wasn't wrong at all-"

Then she heard a loud gasp coming from one of the cubicles. Someone heard her, if that person told anyone her secret, she'd be doomed.

Taking her wand, she pointed it in one of the cubicles, waiting for the person to come out. The door slightly opened and (Y/n) yanked the person by the collar, harshly pinning it on the floor, the person's head roughly hit the ground. A small puddle of blood started to form right to the person's head.

She looked at her prey, it was Cho Chang. "What did you hear?" (Y/n) asked, "I said, what did you hear!?" She yelled.

"No— nothing..." Cho cried.

(Y/n) never liked Cho Chang, she didn't know why... Maybe it was because she was a crybaby or she was just annoying on her opinion.

(Y/n) couldn't risk it, if she used Crucio on her (like her mother always told her) Chang would probably yell too loud and she would draw more suspicion. So instead...

"Obliviate."

She turned her head over Myrtle, who was watching her terrified.

"Say anything and you'll really wish to be dead twice, Mudblood." She menaced.

The ghost started to cry loudly, making (Y/n) sigh. She looked over Cho, who was still unconscious on the floor. She quietly left the bathroom and headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

"(Y/n)! Sit with us tonight!" She heard someone say. She didn't bother to go, instead, she sat alone on her house table and silently nibbled her food.

(Y/n) started to feel overwhelmed, she could hear everybody's conversations, or perhaps she was hearing voices. Small beads of sweat started to form on her forhead, every time her desire to breath became more and more noticeable, she started to heavily breath and her scar started to hurt badly.

She needed air.

Standing up, she sped walk outside the Great Hall, when no one was in sight, she started running, running aimlessly with no destination.

Tired, the girl sat down next to a tree.

She could finally breath.

She closed her eyes as she inhaled and exhaled the pine tree scented air that was surrounding her. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was in the Forbidden Forest. Looking on her frail hands, she noticed there was some dry blood on her fingertips.

'Probably Cho's.' She thought.

She leaned her head and closed her eyes. Being alone was relaxing.

'So peaceful, being alone...'

Then she heard a twig snap.

"Take good care of it, my little darling."

***

"Open your eyes, my dear. They're all waiting for you."

Her (e/c) eyes slowly opened, she failed at first because the light was too bright.

Seconds later, Madame Pomfrey offered her a glass of water. (Y/n) pushed it away, making the delicate glass shatter into a million pieces.

Like the living dead, (Y/n) went to her dorm and took a shower. Thank Merlin everyone was in class.

She could still hear voices. It's like they were following her, everywhere she went, she heard them.

At first, she thought it was the locket Dumbledore gave her. But it was just a simple locket, 'it wouldn't be enchanted'. His small gift for the girl who had a rough time during her journey to Hogwarts.

A sign of gratitude for being so comprehensive.

After putting it for the first time, when she was in her room, she felt all the negative aspects of herself overtaking her.

(Y/n) would never someone simply because she didn't like the way the person was. She would never call someone a Mudblood.

Heading to the Great Hall, her housemate Theodore Nott called her name and patted the seat next to him.

"You know, (Y/n), you're frequently sitting with those Gryffindors, we want you too, you know." Said Blaise, pretending to be hurt.

"Hello to you too, Blaise." She sarcastically smiled.

In front of her was Draco. Judging by his looks, he looked really annoyed.

"Draco, my dear, do you ever wipe that sneer off your face?"

"Is that all you say to me after being gone for a week, (L/n)?"

'A week?'