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Bad Blood - Taylor Swift Wordcount: 4225
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After the talk with McGonagall Y/n went straight to her dorm, pulling the curtains of her bed closed for more privacy. She didn't feel like eating, she didn't want to talk about Sirius Black anymore and she wanted to avoid questions-- which surely would be asked if she went to the Great Hall.
She felt drained, and the talk with McGonagall hadn't given her much more information about the situation as she'd hoped for. She wanted to know more, she felt like she had the right to know more.
He was her father after all.
And everything about Clara, her real mother. She really would've wanted to meet her. From what she'd heard, she'd seemed to be an incredible woman. If not only Black had killed her...
Gripping her knees, burying her head in them, she closed out everything and everyone. She felt lied to, betrayed even by everyone who'd kept this a secret from her. To be honest, she didn't know what to feel. She had an anger built up inside her, yet an overwhelming sadness was taking over. Her emotions were stirred inside her brain, slowly overcooking as everything was poured down on her.
When Y/n heard footsteps in the staircase up to the girls dormitory she quickly pretended to be asleep, still not in the mood to talk to anyone about the situation.
"Y/n?" Hermione whispered, approaching her bed. "Are you asleep?"
Y/n laid motionless, not caring that she wasn't even able to pull the duvet over her body before Hermione had entered, which certainly showed that she probably wasn't asleep.
Though, Hermione seemed to understand. She smiled sadly, pulling the duvet over Y/n's body, making sure she was comfortable.
"Goodnight, Y/n." She whispered, before making her way over to her own bed, letting Y/n consume in her emotions as wished.
This made Y/n extremely thankful for Hermione, how she knew when Y/n didn't want to be disturbed or didn't want to talk about something, how she knew when to leave her alone and when to comfort her. A better best friend wasn't to ask for.
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The next day, Y/n awoke to an empty dormitory. The winter sun shone through the window, signaling that it was late morning. Maybe she'd even missed breakfast since everyone was gone?
Y/n got up, quickly changing from her PJ's to a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt before making her way down to the common room where she was met by Hermione, Ron and Harry.
"Where's everyone?" Y/n questioned, rubbing here eyes as she realized the common room was empty except for her friends.
"Gone." Ron replied. "It's first day of vacation."
