Draco's POV
"Max, that's the third time this week, are you sure you aren't sick?" Mattheo questioned Max after the two came from the bathroom, she must have threw up again.
"I'm perfectly fine, Matt. I just...I don't know what's up." Max told him.
"I think you're sick, you shouldn't be throwing up like this." I added, not taking my eyes off my book.
"And you shouldn't be hiding in your room during Christmas break." Max argued. I rolled my eyes.
Christmas is tomorrow already, this couple weeks is flying by so fast it's crazy.
"My mother is driving me crazy," Mattheo groaned and sat down on the couch in the living room, where we're all hanging out.
"How?" I asked, hoping to keep him talking.
"The only bloody thing she ever talks about is our tasks. Nothing else. And when she isn't, she's talking shit about her own daughter."
"Yeah, I have noticed that. What does she have against Y/n?" Max asked,
"She's disappointed that she hasn't made much progress on her task. But it's not her fault, there really hasn't been a good time to get it done."
"That's not fair," I didn't talk. It does make me mad when their mother talks about Y/n the way she does, but we can't do anything about, in all honesty, we're scared of her.
"So, have any of you guys talked to Y/n or Kayden at all during break?" Max asked us.
"Yeah, I just called Y/n earlier, and last night Kayden and I talked." Mattheo told her, she looked to me.
"What?" I asked,
"Have you talked to either Y/n or Kayden at all?"
"No," I answered shortly.
"When did you talk to Y/n last?"
"On the train." I remembered the moment I gave her the ring, and she gave me the necklace...
"Really?" Max sounded like she didn't believe me.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"He totally misses her, don't you think Matt?"
"Yes, a hundred percent."
"That's why he never leaves his room, because he hates life without her."
"Exactly. He messed up bad."
"You know I'm right here guys,"
"Then how about you act more present?" I rolled my eyes again.
Max turned on a movie and we wall watched it.
Right now my mother is cooking and Voldemort, and Mattheo's parents are in the meeting room plotting. In a few days there will be a large Death Eater meeting that we're all required to go to, including Y/n and Kayden, so their mother will go and get them before the meeting.
I'm nervous for two things; one: seeing Y/n again. And Two: facing the dark lord again and having to tell him that the cabinet is not yet fully mended, and Dumbledore isn't yet dead.
"I'm gonna go help Narcissa make dinner." Max announced and stood up, leaving Mattheo and I in the room together...alone.
Mattheo hasn't been very fond of me since I broke up with Y/n, and I don't blame him, and the two of us haven't been alone in a room in a long time, leaving some noticeable tension in the air.
"You know it was right here," Mattheo started talking out of nowhere. "Y/n walked out of the dining room because she couldn't listen to mother anymore, I followed her out and we talked for a while. She told me that she and you were on the phone before this and you were being...suspicious. She isn't an idiot, she knew what was going on, she knew you were cheating on her, and it destroyed her. Why did you do it?" he demanded.
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