𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛: Y/N FINDS HERSELF COUGHING UP FLOWERS WHENEVER SHE THINKS OF DRACO. 💟💌
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[Please note I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.]
29.06.22
!! credits to @luanomicon !!
I turned a corner and darted into the girls' restroom. I threw open a stall and let out the coughs I had been holding in. My eyes were squeezed shut from the burning in my throat. Once I had finished my session, the bathroom door swung open. Both Hermione and Ron stepped in.
"How would you feel if you forgot Hermione?!" I yelled back with teary eyes. Both of them stared at me in shock.
"Y/N..." muttered Hermione as she knelt by my side. Ron stepped past me and into the stall.
"You're already coughing up thorns!" he yelled. "I started doing that on my third week! It's your third day! If you won't get the treatment, then tell him!"
"I can't!" I yelled.
"Why not?! Just confess!" spat Ron.
"Because he's dating my sister!"
"Your life is on the line!"
"I'm more than willing to die for them!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face and dripping onto the tiled floor. "Pansy has always been there for me as long as I could remember..." I muttered, my voice breaking. "I can't... Either way, he chose her. I'm not going to walk in and break apart their relationship." I said.
"You need to try..." breathed out Hermione. I shook my head.
"They are the two most important people in my life. You saw them making out in the classroom... They clearly have feelings for each other. As long as they're happy, I'm fine." I said.
"Why do you care so little about yourself?" questioned Ron in an angry tone. "You care about your sister's love life more than your own actual life! I was desperate to survive this disease- this curse! But you! You don't even care!"
"Because she's the reason why I'm here today!" I exclaimed. "She's the one who always picked me up whenever I felt down! She was always there for me when no one else was!"
"You say she's the reason you're here today, but she's also the reason you might die today!" yelled Ron. His hands were balled into fists at his sides.
"I'm heading back to the dorms. Tell the teacher I threw up or something..." I mumbled, rising to my feet. I fixed my uniform and wiped away the blood on my lips before exiting the restroom, leaving the two behind.
I walked out of the school and made my way towards the dorm building. I entered it and began my trek to my dorm. Once I got in, I locked the door behind me and stumbled towards my desk. I pulled out a sheet of paper and began writing.
If I can't say goodbye, these will act as my last words.
