𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

I fought the urge too stay in bed all day long the following morning. Unfortunately, sleep never found my body after I finally returned back to my prefect dormitory and I could not
just allow myself to confuse reality as a dream.
Ron had actually been hurt and I knew exactly who'd done it but I couldn't tell.

Even after knowing that Draco had not
intended the poison to find Ron, I still felt awful and craved to know who exactly it was meant for. But I also really did not want any more involvement in Draco's nonsense, which mean I must stay curious.

I knew that if I was to know to much, when everything was to go into play, I'd feel guilty and just as wrong as he did. Well, you know that he was trying to kill somebody and you haven't reported it -- Those words continued repeating themselves in my head.

But Draco Malfoy was my friend and despite him being a death eater I did not want to see him hurt by Voldemort or in or thrown inside of Azkaban by the ministry. I also did not want
to see Ron, or anyone else getting hurt again.

Draco trusted me with that information, obviously he sees me as loyal. What exactly what I look like running to the very man who doesn't even like my house with it?

A traitor, and I wasn't a traitor.

Or an traitor in that sense at least -- the feelings that I felt for Ron did make me a betrayer to all my friends. But I could not control my emotions.

They wouldn't understand, they wouldn't understand how hard I've tried not to feel anything for Ron. How long I kept denying it and how wrong I knew it was.

Apart of me wondered just how disgusted they'd been finding out the information. Another part of me wonders if it would be as big of a deal if it was Blaise or Theodore who
decided to catch feelings for an Gryffindor.

Blaise himself said that he found Ginny Weasley attractive and no one actually said anything mean to him about it -- Well no one besides me If I could recall.

It's sick to think that I hadn't been complementing this much on telling someone when Katie Bell got hurt. But when I realized that I wasn't seen as a good guy and should not try to play that roll I didn't care how sick it was.

On my way the library, I recalled some students going out of their way to walk on the opposite direction of me. Even though this was an Slytherin's doing, it still pissed me off that they were stereotyping us.

And why exactly did they think it's an possibility that I'm the one that's hurting Gryffindor students? I'll admit that I've said a
few mean and suspicious things to Hermione, but I've never gone out of my way to harm her or anyone else at that.

Suddenly, an uncomfortable feeling washes over my body. Looking up from the book in my hands, my heart stops when I see Harry Potter standing right in front of my table.

"What?" I snapped in a whispering tone, tightening my grip on my book. "What do you want? Because I know damn well that your just not standing here to admire me."

Harry glared, scoffing silently at my words. When he pulls out the chair in front of me and sat down I feel anger rise in my body -- Was he about to ask me if I hurt his friend?

"You already know what I'm doing here," the spite in his words makes me frown, "Unlike madam Promfrey, I know that a cat didn't scratch you that deep. So why exactly did you come inside the wing, to eavesdrop?"

I squinted my eyes at him, getting irritated with his accusing very easily. Looking back down at my my book, I grumble, "I did not hurt Weasley, if that's what your wondering.."