CHAPTER FIFTY ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You're dead to me."
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Y/N POV
After Christmas, Hogwarts seemed a bit frightening to me. I trailed through the hallway, casually being nudged by first years rushing to their classes. But I didn't think much of it. I didn't think much of anything, really. Only that terrible feeling that something bad was going to happen very soon.
"Hello, y/n." Professor Slughorn said to me as I took a seat in the back of the room.
I gave him a weak smile, showing him that I wasn't in the mood for talking.
Other students filed in and sat down. Some tried to say hi, but I didn't respond. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were switched to a different class, leaving me stuck here with snotty Slytherins, Ravenclaw know-it-alls, and extremely talkative Hufflepuffs.
I decided to ignore them, letting myself go numb. I was completely deep in thought. That was, until I was broken out of my thoughts.
"Y/n?" Slughorn asked, rather impatiently.
My eyes moved to his, and I realized he asked me something. Oh no.
"Sorry." I said, straightening my posture and glancing up at him. "What?"
"What are the affects of Elixir to Induce Euphoria?" He asked me.
I felt dozens of eyes glance at me, making me very uncomfortable. I hated being the center of attention.
"Elixir to Induce Euphoria induces a sense of irrational happiness upon the drinker, and cures depression." I said rather quickly, wanting the attention to go away.
"Very good." He said, turning around.
I took a deep breath, knowing that I'll need to pay attention more. I need to focus. Absolutely nothing can distract me.
"Ah! Mr. Malfoy! Please, come in." Slughorn said, making my stomach drop.
Surely enough, I looked up to see Draco, standing in the doorway. So much for nothing distracting me.
I looked around, noticing that there were only a few spots left in the classroom. Obviously he would take a spot in the Slytherin section—I had nothing to worry about.
"Take a seat over here." He said, pointing to my table, making me feel uneasy.
