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CHAPTER TWELVE
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R E C O V E R Y

SHE LIMPED TO HAGRID'S HUT WITH MALFOY'S jacket wrapped around her. Luckily, Hagrid wasn't there. She stumbled across to her room, directly heading to the shower.

Discarding her wet clothes, she headed to the shower, the steam escaping through the curtains. She stood there, feeling the hot substance cover her body.

She dried herself afterwards, putting on some dry clothes and Malfoy's jacket over her shoulders. She gripped the fabric and couldn't help but notice the smell of masculinity on his perfume invading her nostrils. (Y/n) closed her eyes, getting closer and closer to the state of relaxation, until she remembered she had to go to the library to practice the spells she'll be using tomorrow.

With all the strength the girl had left, (Y/n) jogged towards the castle and went to the library.

The shelves towered above her like walls of knowledge waiting to be broken; amazed by the quantity of books, she looked high up as she walked in search for Hermione.

"(Y/n)!" Hermione whispered, getting her attention.

The girl turned her head and saw her sitting by the window. She gave her a small smile and sat down besides her.

"I have found some spells useful against fire; you will just have to practice them," she said, flipping through the pages. "Here, let's start with an easy one: Aguamenti."

She nodded in agreement, "Aguamenti!" She whispered, flicking her wand in a 'S' shape. A few drops of water escaped her wand, wetting the table. A faint giggle escaped from their mouths.

"You'll have to practice them later, you might flood the library," Hermione joked, playfully punching her arm.

Hermione took a different book and showed her a a page with a charm called Aqua Eructo.

"Aqua Eruc–"

"Not here, (Y/n)!" She whispered.

(Y/n) stifled a laugh and took the books with her. They left the library to eat dinner; she told herself she should visit the library more often, since it may contain some useful history about her past. Her enthusiasm faded slowly as seconds passed; the Tournament was just around the corner and all the incidents have done nothing but cause her more problems. Agar tried to kill her, Cedric wouldn't stop tormenting her– teasing her that she had no chance against them, and it was true. While they celebrated their victory, she'd be in her coffin and no one would attend to my funeral. However, Malfoy had stopped being completely ill-mannered by showing compassion a few hours ago. Her heart kept telling her she should talk to him more, however with all of these occurrences would be difficult.

(Y/n) and Hermione parted ways, she on the Gryffindor table and her on the Slytherin one. The others gave an apologetic smile, feeling sorry for the girl. Oh, how she'd wish to sit with them... Not having friends in Slytherin was a disadvantage... but Malfoy... no–