CHAPTER FIFTY ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You're dead to me."
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─── Y/N POV ───
After Christmas ended and students returned from their holiday, the atmosphere at Hogwarts seemed a bit off. 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.
When I entered the Potions classroom, I slipped into a seat at the back of the room, hoping to remain invisible.
"Ah, hello, y/n," Professor Slughorn greeted, standing at the front of the classroom and flipping through the pages of an old book.
I managed a weak smile but didn't respond.
"Y/n?" His voice came again, more insistent this time.
I blinked, realizing he was addressing me. My stomach dropped. I must have zoned out.
"Sorry," I said quickly, sitting up and brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "What was the question?"
"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.
Slughorn nodded approvingly. "Very good."
He turned away, and the room's attention shifted with him. I exhaled softly, vowing to focus more. Nothing could distract me now.
"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," Slughorn said, gesturing to the empty seat at my table.
My head shot up. No. Anywhere but here.
"No, I'll sit over there," Draco replied, heading toward Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson without so much as a glance in my direction.
