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ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ
'♫︎'
ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉ
°~𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐎..~°
{𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 2}
The afternoon , It was more chaotic than usual, a tempest brewing inside Hogwarts' hallowed halls, and I already had my heart locked in an emotionally-intense of Quentine .
"I freaking apologize already," Draco spat, anger and, dare , I say with pressed genuine remorse.
"What the f*ck is that supposed to do!" I roared, echoing in the deserted corridor. "You sent my friend unconscious, Malfoy! Tell him when he's awake - IF he wakes up!" I punctuated my fury with a shove that sent him staggering back a step.
"I swear it wasn't me when I said it wasn't!" He protested, holding his hands up defensively.
"Then who, Malfoy? Who?" I demanded, stalking closer. The desperation in his actions was almost unsettling.
He hesitated, chewing on his lower lip. "I... I was late for the Quidditch match. I let someone play it for me, by... being me in the last minutes."
"Just rubbish!" I exploded, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "If you can't tell me, then you can't trust me. I don't matter to you, as your silly potion made perfectly clear."
He didn't say anything. He just stood there, the usual arrogance.
"You're serious..." I breathed, "You used one of your potions... Polyjuice or something similar. This could get you kicked off the team!"
"Which I never did," he sharpened his voice now, as if relieved to be addressing a less emotional topic.
"Which is why I didn't score any points.."
"Excuses," I sneered. "You lost anyway."
"I only had them impersonating my for the meantime, for my position,"
"Doing what? Go on, tell me," I crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. My silence for his awnser was suffocating.
"I can't tell you..." he mumbled, avoiding my eyes.
"Why? Late because you were busy with Parkinson?" The words were out before I could stop them, I was jealous .
"F**k No?! You know I have nothing to deal with her" His head snapped up, "That's none of your concern."
"She wasn't there at first in the match, Everything you do is my concern, apparently, since I'm constantly having silly confessions" I sighed aggersively "You can't even trust me enough to tell me where you were! Are you going to tell him" I point to the direction of the hospital and "that you were busy with Parkinson"
