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Chapter One: Diminuendo

The scenery faded away like a pale victorian watercolour. (Y/n) closed her eyes, as she leaned her head on the windowpane and listened to the repetitive rhythm of the wagon.

She felt a hand wrap up around her shoulders and pulled her to a hug, in which she didn't react to.

"Hey, doll face. You can open your eyes now, it's not a horror film." Joked Blaise as he ruffled her hair.

(Y/n) opened her eyes instinctively and directed her gaze to the window, avoiding to have to see the certain someone in front of her.

It was silent. No one dared to say a word as they watched (Y/n) stare out the window with a nostalgic expression. She leaned her head on the cold window, the glass feeling like ice numbed her pain.

"(Y/n)..?" Asked Blaise, rubbing her arm, making her frown in response.

"Leave her." Said he.

Blaise raised his hand, jokingly surrendering with a grin plastered across his face.

"Just making sure she was alright, since I'm the only one that can be bothered." He retorted, looking at him straight in the eye, waiting for him to make a move.

(Y/n) felt overwhelmed as she clutched her dear locket; so many unwanted memories flooded her mind like a plague.

Her heartbeat seemed to match the engine.

Theodore stretched his limbs after standing up.

"I'm gonna change, we're getting closer to Hell and I want to be prepared." He joked, leaving the compartment.

Without saying a word, (Y/n) stood up and took a bag containing her uniform. Walking through the narrow space, she finally reached the bathroom, where she locked herself in a cubicle and swiftly changed. After, she stared at her own reflection, whom was reciprocally staring at her back.

The dripping sound of the water coming from the sink made her shift her focus towards the source of sound. To her surprise, it wasn't the sink, which made her brow arch in confusion.

Suddenly, she felt her hands getting wet, hence the sink was closed. Starting back at herself, she found out where the thick dripping noise came from: her forehead was bleeding again. The dense substance covered her face and clothes.

She vigorously washed her hands as water sprouted from the sink, yet the blood never seemed to disappear.

She noticed a dark figure emerging out of the cubicle behind her, and was slowly creeping towards her to touch her, yet she couldn't move... it was cold; it felt like a nightmare.

"Are you okay?"

(Y/n) snapped out of her trance. The freezing water soaked her hands as she still unconsciously washed them.

"What are you trying to get rid of?"

"Blood... Where-?" She stuttered. Bewildered, she noticed the blood was gone. Her forehead was completely fine. Her uniform was just slightly damp from the drops of water that escaped the sink.

No evidence of blood or creature was found whatsoever.

(Y/n) gazed at Luna through the reflection, she had a concerned look on her face as she waited for her to say something.

"I- I'm fine." She muttered, staring at her reflection before leaving Luna behind.

***

The Great Hall was filled with chatter, but it all stopped at once when Professor Horace Slughorn, the new potions teacher, was being introduced. (Y/n) group chatted normally, not caring about the new professor.

"Where's Malfoy, (Y/n)?" Asked Nott, addressing the question to (Y/n).

"And Potter?" Added Blaise.

"Why would I know?" She shrugged, not staring at them, as she slightly hit her fork on her plate.

"Speak of the Devil" Snorted Pansy, as Harry entered the Hall, clutching a cloth stained with blood.

(Y/n) tore her gaze from her plate, immediately making eye contact with Harry. Her eyes radiated emotions one could not identify: a mixture of sadness, guilt and agony was transmitted to him, yet she knew they shared the mutual feelings.

As Harry sat down, (Y/n) observed how Hermione and Ron asked him what happened, concerned. Seeing he wasn't responding, they looked over where (Y/n) was, making her look away.

Yet, there was no sign of Draco.

Finishing her dinner, (Y/n) left with her group, as they all tried her best to cheer her up. It worked, though, as she started to engage more with their conversations and smile frequently.

As more students were sorted into Slytherin, (Y/n) had to end up sharing a room again... but this time with Bulstrode and Parkinson.

"You're not going to sleep yet?" Asked Pansy, watching (Y/n) change and heading towards the door. "You don't want to be late tomorrow."

"I'll be fine, goodnight." She said before disappearing in the darkness.

As (Y/n) reached the common room, she stood there, rubbing her bare arms as her short nightgown didn't offer much warmth. Watching the creatures swim in the black lake, made her wish she was one of them; this was too much for her... late nights in the common room, Draco lecturing her...

"(Y/n)..."

The girl slowly turned around, as her eyes stung from the tears she didn't realise she had were threatening to stain her rose cheeks. There he stood, a short distance separating them. The invisible wall between them made it hard for (Y/n) to see how Draco felt, yet he knew exactly how she was.

"Thank you for the broom." He said staring at her teary eyes.

(Y/n) blinked, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

He wasn't lecturing her.

"You're welcome." She said, almost inaudibly.

Slowly, Draco lifted his hand to touch her face and rubbed her tear with his thumb. She placed both of her hands on his chest and gripped his shirt, as she pulled him closer to her face; now she cried as if the entire world and all of its beauty had come to an end.

"Why... why aren't you lecturing me Draco..?"

He didn't respond, as he continued to rub her tears away.

"Tell me how I shouldn't be with them! Tell me they will only get me in trouble!" She sobbed, burying her face on his chest, making him caress her (h/c) locks. "T- tell me... they're not good for me!"

"But am I?" he made her hush, as the question lingered in the depths of her mind.

'No.'

Draco stepped back, leaving (Y/n) vulnerable. Taking a last look at her, he turned his back.

"Things have changed, (Y/n). You should too." He smirked, walking away.