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 days grew shorter with each passing week, and before I knew it, a light blanket of snow formed on the castle grounds. I glanced at the snowflakes in the sky as Harry and I were walking down the corridor, discussing the upcoming meeting with the rest of Gryffindor House.
That morning, Professor McGonagall had called for all of us, a special gathering just for Gryffindor students.
"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, but before he could say anything else, a voice appeared from nearby.
"Potter," Draco Malfoy called, the sound traveling down the long corridor. "Looking helpless as usual."
I felt my jaw tighten. Of course Draco would be here. Ever since Harry's name was pulled from the Goblet of Fire, he 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."
"Just keep walking," I whispered to Harry.
Without looking back, I continued forward. That was, until I noticed that my steps weren't matched by another's.
Turning around, I quickly noticed that Harry hadn't moved an inch. He was standing in the middle of the corridor. Only now, 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.
