Stay With Me | Draco Malfoy [2]

Chapter 7 - Plotter?

A/n: Hello! Sorry todays chapter was short, as I've mentioned at the beginning of the book, updates might be quite slow since school just recently started for me. I've had a load of work and literally just had free time. Either way, I'll make sure that updates are more frequent as time goes. Oh yeah, and if I don't post for a long time, that probably just means I wrote the chapter and forgot to post it (which actually happens all the time), either way, ENJOYYYYYYY!!!!!

TW: Swearing

Katianne's POV

After the feast, I walked into the Slytherin common room. Also, for the record, that b*tch with the annoying high pitched voice at my hearing is apparently a Professor now, so isn't that great? Either way, as I was passing by, people sent me judgy and hateful glares. One of the kids, who had black hair, held onto a newspaper that said 'Plotter?' and showed a moving picture of me. I wanted to ignore them and go straight to my dorm room, but of course that couldn't happen.

"Y'know-" The same kid with black hair spoke up, standing up from where he sat on the black leather couch. I sighed in anger, closing my eyes for a second to calm myself down, before slowly turning around, trying my best to suppress the frustration rushing through my veins. "-My parents didn't want me to come this year." He finished saying, sounding as if he's better than everyone.

"Is that so?" I replied sarcastically, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Yes. All because of you." He paused for a moment, walking forwards a bit. "The Daily Prophet has been saying a bunch of stuff about you, Potter. And about Dumbledore. Oh yeah, and your brother." I felt my blood boil as anger washed over me, me not being able to contain it anymore. "Your parents believe them?" I quizzed, annoyed.

"Well nobody was there when your boyfriend died." At the mention of Cedric, I finally snapped, and before I could stop myself, words were spitting out like rapid fire. "I guess you should read the Prophet, then, like your idiotic parents. It tells you everything you need to know." Now, the black haired boy started to genuinely look angered. "Don't you dare talk about my parents like that!" He exclaimed, pointing a finger at me accusingly.

"Well I'll have a go at anyone who calls me, my brother, or Dumbledore, liars." I then said loudly, not meaning to raise my voice so much. Suddenly, the all too familiar blonde boy walked over, leaving Zabini alone at the corner. "What in the bloody h*ll is going on?" Draco asked aggressively. "She's mad, that's what's going on! Do you believe in the garbage she's come out with about You-know-who?" The black haired boy spat out.

"Yeah, I do. Anyone else want to say something about it?" The blonde boy questioned, louder this time, making sure that everyone in the room could hear him, though he was welcomed with silence from all of them. The frustration I felt hasn't left yet, and I didn't want to say something I'll regret because of my lack of self control, leading to me running off, sprinting up the stairs to the dorms.

I arrived at my dorm, which was empty since everyone was downstairs, as well as all of them not wanting to be around me. At least not now. Before I could even get a chance to take a breath, the door was opened, welcoming me with the sight of Draco. "Y'know, a little 'thank you' would be nice." The blonde boy said. I dramatically turned around to face him, glaring up at him with my sky blue eyes.

"Did you already forget about our agreement? We literally made it today. People can't know we are friends." I snapped. "I know, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. That kid was being all b*tchy, even though you were telling the truth." Draco apologised, which was quite surprising, might I add. Though, that was not what shocked me at the time. "You believe me?" I quizzed. "Well, yeah, why wouldn't I?"

Silence fell upon us for a moment before the blonde Slytherin started speaking again, saying, "So, can you forgive me?" I was quiet for a second, then replied with, "Yeah yeah whatever." I ran a hand through my dyed blonde hair, refusing to look at him. "You okay?" Draco then asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just... want to be left alone right now." With that, he just nodded before leaving me alone in my dorm.

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