Chapter Seven

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"I'm fine." I say sternly as I look down to hide my tears. Instead of the boy walking away and ignoring me he sits next to me and starts to rub my back. We both sat there in silence for a while until I calmed myself. "Do you want to talk about it..?" I lifted my head to look at the boy, he had Hufflepuff robes on; he had brown hair hazel, almost brown eyes and a sharp jawline. "I'm Fine." I said managing to keep my voice stern and cold. I couldn't break down, no i have to keep it together. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes, i pray he can't see through the lie. "If you ever need anything send an owl, my name is Cedric, Cedric Diggory." He smiled kindly  and got up off the ground, he stretched out a hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. "I'm Y/N." i mumbled quietly. After that the boy walked away and my day went on, I went to classes, avoided Draco, and spent time in my dorm. It was honestly boring. At this point my thought is how can a twelve year old be so stressed out and seem so depressed. How can a twelve year old suppress all these feelings. I can't handle it anymore. I want to talk to him, i miss him.

                                                                                    Weeks Later

                                                                                        Draco

It has been weeks since Y/N and I have had a conversation, since she decided it wasn't a good idea to be friends anymore. I can tell she has been stressed out, she has been trying to manage her school work, and who to be friends with, and then other Slytherins teasing her. A lot of my friends have been teasing her, and I want to ask them to stop but I bite my tongue instead. It has also been a struggle for me to stay away from Y/N, she seemed so sweet, and ready for anything. I understand though, I understand how she didn't want to get hurt. Because of my perspective of things and how I can understand how she feels, and how i can't be there for her without her getting hurt. I want to talk to her, i miss her.




An in detail thing about feelings i guess.

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