A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been dealing with people.
After breakfast I stand up heading to my first class, I walk past the hospital wing, hearing voices I stop to listen. "I don't think there'll be any more attacks Minerva." I hear Lockhart's voice. It's clear he thinks he stopped the attacks. They continued to talk as we file into Transfiguration.
Lockhart strode off, I roll my eyes in annoyance, shit why is he so fucking annoying. "Y/N!" My brother calls, "Lockhart says he's planning something to 'cheer everybody up.'" Harry said. I roll my eyes, anything Lockhart thinks is a good idea is going to be living hell for me. I move to go sit next to Malfoy.
"Hey Dumbass." I say sitting down. "What's up, love?" He says cocking his eyebrows at me. I feel butterflies well up in my stomach. I look down, taking my parchment out of my bag. Why does he have to call me that??
Lockhart's plan became very apparent on the morning of Valentines day, I walk into the great hall and all I can see are pink flowers, hanging hearts and falling confetti. I gag at all the lovey-dovey shit. UGH I hate valentines day. I see Ron point towards the teacher's table. Lockhart is standing there wearing the most awful pink robe. To be honest he looks like a penis.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouts, I sit next to Draco, rolling my eyes. "Thank you to the 46 people who have sent me a card. I have a very special surprise for all of you!" He points towards an ugly looking gargoyle. "Card Carrying Cupids! They will be delivering valentines all day today!" He shouts and the girl applaud, I sit arms crossed, I swear if I get one of those stupid cards I will rip it up.
After quite a dull day of these annoying gargoyles barging into our classes, I walked out into the hall, finally happy to be done with the day, or so I thought. "Y/N Potter? I'm looking for a Y/N Potter?" A gargoyle walks towards me. Please no please no. "Are you Y/N Potter?" He asks me, in a dull, monotone voice. "Yes..." I say in a quiet voice. "I have a singing card for you!" "not here please!" I beg, moving away but he follows me latching onto my leg, making me trip and fall.
"What's going on here?" Percy Weasley says walking through the crowd. shit. I try get up to run but the Gargoyle is still attached to my leg making me fall again. "Here is your singing valentine:
'her eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad
her hair as black as a blackboard
I wish she was mine, she's really divine'
I feel tears run down my cheeks as I get up running to my dorm and locking the door behind me. I begin to sob, crawling up into a ball against the wall. I here a knock but ignore it. I hear the lock unlock, I look up, seeing Draco run towards me, hugging me tightly as I continue to cry. The mascara running down my face.
We sit there for what feels like an hour until I stop crying. "I-I'm sorry." I stutter but he doesn't say anything, just pulls me in for a hug again. He moves his hand up into my hair, kissing the top of my head. "Don't apologize darling, please. I promise you didn't do anything wrong, please don't apologize." I holds me for a few minutes, then he picks me up taking me to the bathroom. He gets some makeup remover out of the bottom cupboard, wiping away my makeup. "God you're beautiful, you know that?" He says cupping my cheek with his hand kissing my lips lightly as a feather. "You want comfy clothes?" He asks, I nod, he pulls one of his T-shirts and sweatpants out of his bag, here put these on he says. I put them on as he sets up a bed at the foot of my bed. "What are you doing?" I ask, my curiosity growing. "I'm staying the night, because I want to be here to hold you if you cry, I also don't want you to smoke." He says continuing to set up. "Come sleep up here, I can't ask you to sleep on the floor." I say and he slides into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I fall asleep quickly after that.
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