42- Y/N

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I sat on the floor of the Astronomy tower, my legs dangling over the edge, my arms rested on the railing as I thought about everything.

My father was in the school, thankfully I didn't see him at all.

Draco told me he killed his father, and, I understand. I had to, because most of us were in his situation.

I knew my father wouldn't be locked up for long. He was different, he didn't accept defeat. He wanted us to be the family he had always, but I would never accept it. He never stopped, and nothing could stop him. Only death.

I heard someone walk up behind me, and I wasn't ready to face Draco, but I couldn't ignore him.

Still on the floor, I twisted my body around, only to be met with the last person I had liked to see.

"Diggory, please," I sighed.

He came and knelt down on one knee.

"Please Y/n, give me one more chance.." he spoke hopefully.

"Please, I just do not return your feelings, you shouldn't rush these things.."

His features formed a grimace. "What does Draco Malfoy have that I don't?" He seemed to have spat it at me.

I sat there with my eyes widened in a bit of shock, unsure of what to say.

"Well?" He pushed.

"I.."

"He never even looked at you before, let alone talked to you, whereas I have always noticed you."

"You are your own different person, everyone is unique in their own ways. You cannot simply force someone to reciprocate, Diggory. And who is to say I do like Malfoy?"

"So, you are rejecting my advances?"

I sighed, quietly. "Yes, Diggory."

"Then, if I cannot have you, no one can."

And then, I was shoved off the edge, the railing was what was keeping me from falling far down into the deep lake below.

I gasped, my arm already burning from the pressure of holding on.

"I would pry your hand off but I know you won't last very long at all." He spoke harshly, turning away sharply, and slamming the door behind him.

"No," I spoke breathlessly, trying to have my other hand reach the railing, succeeding. But I was afraid I couldn't hold on for very much longer.

"This can't be." Muttering it, I was in disbelief that I was in this situation.

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