A Boy From Slytherin | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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(GIRLLL! this Drarry stuff has officially put me in the grave, I'm writing from six feet under right now, THIS IS THE BEST HARRY POTTER SHIP!!)

Y/n's POV

I still haven't talked to neither Pansy nor Max all week, it feels off not talking to my best friends but I have nothing to apologize for, Pansy called me insane for just trying to get these tasks done, I don't care if I'm getting "too submerged in it" if it comes down to only me then I'll gladly carry out all these deeds by myself. 

I don't care who I have to curse, hex, spell, hurt, I will get this done.

Right now I'm in the library with Matt and Kayden, they're doing homework but I'm studying Secrets Of the Darkest Art. 

"Hey, Y/n, Pansy told me what happened last week, what's up?" Kayden spoke, looking up from his homework page.

I took my eyes off my book and looked to Kayden, Matt had also looked up from his pages, he must be also wondering what's going on.

"Well, if you know what happened then you should know that they called me insane for reading this book," I said, 

"They didn't mean it," Kayden said, "They only meant that you're spending more time with your nose in that book than anything else, I think they're only worried."

"Why would they be worried? Nothing about this should make them worry, I'm just trying to learn more about dark magic so that we can complete these tasks and make mum and the dark lord proud."

Matt and Kayden looked at each other with the same expression, I couldn't quite read what it was.

"What? Do you guys think I'm insane too?"

"No, of course not, and neither to Pansy or Max," Matt said, "It's just...we should all really be sticking together this year, and if we're already falling apart then we have no chance. I think you should make up with them, they're your best friends."

I considered his words for a moment, but no. I'm not apologizing, it's them that will need to fix things if they mean it, it may sound stubborn and bitchy but I don't even care at this point.

"If, like you said, they really didn't mean it, then they'll come to me. I'm done apologizing and feeling guilty for things I didn't do, I'm not doing that anymore." I said. "I need some fresh air." I got up and left the library, heading to the exit of the castle.

I found myself running to the trail that leads to mine and Draco's spot, why was I running? What was I running from? I think I was running from myself, my thoughts, the fact that maybe Pansy was right, maybe I am insane.

What am I doing? I swore to myself that I would never be like my mother, that I would never join this side. For a second it was like I got control of my own mind again, like I finally realized my surroundings, my actions, my words. What happened?

"What the hell?" I brought my hands to my head and put them over my ears when the voices started. No, it wasn't the voices I've gotten used to by now, not the voices that tell me I'm not good enough, that I shouldn't eat, that I'm better off dead, those haven't been in my head for a few weeks, but this was a voice that I was sure was real, a voice that sounded familiar, scary familiar.

I fell to my knees, clutching my head as the voice got louder and my head felt like it was splitting in half.

"Don't let them tell you what you can't be, Y/n, you're going down the right path, down my path, you, Y/n Estella Rookwood, are the chosen one, your friends are with you because they also have potential, but you...you are above them. You are on your way to greatness and power, keep following my path and you'll make it there sooner than you think."