CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Babbling, bumbling, band of baboons."
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─── Y/N POV ───
Months passed, and November had arrived faster than I was prepared for. The air was crisp and cold, and the days grew shorter with each passing week. Harry and I were walking side by side down the corridor, chatting about the upcoming meeting with Professor McGonagall. The woman had called for all of us, a special gathering just for Gryffindor students, and I had a feeling it had something to do with the Triwizard Tournament.
"What do you think the meeting is about?" Harry asked, adjusting the strap of his bag as we turned the corner.
I shrugged. "I don't know. It's probably more about the upcoming tasks."
"Right," Harry muttered. "I still don't get how I'm supposed to survive this next one."
"You'll be okay, Harry," I assured him. "You're going to figure it out. You always do."
The boy smiled slightly, but before he could say anything else, a voice appeared from nearby.
"Potter, looking all grim as usual," Draco Malfoy teased.
I felt my jaw tighten at the sound of his voice. Of course, Draco would be here to ruin the moment. Ever since Harry's name was pulled from the Goblet of Fire, his presence has been insufferable.
"The next task is coming up," Draco continued, his smirk growing.
Harry's face darkened, and I could see his fists clench at his sides. I didn't say anything, just hoping Draco would walk away.
But he didn't.
"I mean, it's almost impressive, isn't it? The way that you keep getting lucky. Maybe you'll finally manage to get yourself killed this time."
When I glanced over at Harry, I saw the frustration on his face. But, he wasn't looking at Draco anymore. He was looking at me.
"Are you serious, y/n?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words caught in my throat.
"Don't you care that he's constantly making me out to be a joke? That every time I turn around, it's another insult?" Harry's voice broke a little, his lips quivering.
I took a step forward, but before I could say anything, he raised his hand. "No. I'm done. I've tried to accept that you're with him, but it's impossible when all he does is this."
