𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 || 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘹 𝘺/𝘯'•°

𝑆𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑦-𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟

°~𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫~°

Weeks has passed , more spells learnt by Harry and with the help of Draco , first expalliarmuis , Reducto and other few . Chrismas was around the corner . Students decorated a tree to brighten the place . The more time we took the longer Umbridge felt suspicious of us . She has given a new rule ; forbade the regular meeting of three or more students without the High Inquisitor's consent. and had Filtch keep an eye on us more than ever but that didn't get us far did it?.

"Is he...dead?" Rolf hesitate to rather whispered oe not.

"Too much of those will" Harry warned

Neville pokes his head like lifeless fish on ground "He's dead!"

"He won't be once you've woken him up idiot!" Ginny slaps his arm away.

"He's knocked out good" Quentine "you should see whats he's dreaming in his sleep" He holds a terrible laugh .

"What about his darn cat?" I look in every direction.

"He won't be around either"
"Not anytime soon"

"Wait a go Draco"
"Ya!"
"He's gonna go bizarre when he wakes up!"
"This is better than George and Fred's chocolate prank"
"He had big spotted acne exploding on his face"

"Eugh , don't remind me , I saw him just before he ran into Umbrigde's office and was about to vomit"

Fred and George high gives in victory before getting shushed by Granger.

"Told you they'll like you" I whispered in a smile to Draco , darting his eyes then both of us to our lips

"Never..doubted you"

"Ahuh"

"We can hear you two flirting you know"

Everyone starts to tease , breaking the walls built agasint him , Draco tries to hide the flustration in his face and put his regular sneer expression" Shut the f*ck up-"

"Do you have magi-marks boys?" I ask the twins , they gave each of a marker . we drew on Filtch everywhere on his face , arms and definitely not his twiggy old legs .

Harry is talking and exchanging giggles with Cho chang , Guess he's little crush on her hasn't went . Cedric on the other hand didn't seem to be intrigued with this just drawing like a forced corpse that arose from its grave.

"Quentine..is it me or.."

Quentine nods sadly and disappointingly ."would you believe me if I told you his thoughts aren't even thoughts"

"What do you mean"

"He's just completely lost without thoughts...like he's empty"

"Do you think its...my fault "

"Of what?"

"My guts are telling me like ... This could've been better if i haven't saved him"

"You aren't not saying.."

"I am"

"You're beating yourself too hard" he stops drawing and locks his eyes "You should care about today ..maybe you can be there for him"

"He's own girlfriend isn't helping him , let alone me"

"Hey ..you got something there" he points on my nose

"Where"

He pressed his marker on my nose , with a dot on my face that disappeared somewhere on my body "now look what you've done ! Where is that thing!"