The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 56

January took forever to pass by.

I thought it would never end. The days felt so long and dreadful, I started to lose interest in almost everything. All I wanted to do was lay in bed, contemplate the meaning of life in general, and just do nothing.

I could tell that I was falling back into a depression, which hadn't happened in a year, and it was tearing me from the inside out. Sure, I had little flare ups, and days that went so wrong that I felt the need to relieve myself, but unfortunately, that wasn't the worst of it. That was just feeling bad for myself, and trying not to fall back into the depression.

It was like the pills had made it worse, and I didn't know what to do. I had no time to take for myself, considering Wood made me practice Quidditch for days on end, and I still had lessons with Sirius and Lupin. On top of that, I still had school work, so I was stressed out constantly.

Also, Draco.

It's like a switch went off over winter break. Before he left he was all nice, and great, and just my best friend.

As soon as he came back, it's like he turned into exactly how Harry described he was a year before. Every time he passed me in the hallway, he either gave me a look of disgust or spat "Potter." At me in this mean disgusting tone. He also refriended Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and the two little lumps of fat Crabbe and Goyle again.

Pansy took every time she could to make sure that I felt bad about losing my friend, and every single time I saw either Crabbe or Goyle, one of them would either try to trip me or grunt at me because apparently, they aren't able to actually speak.

The only one in that whole "squad" that I could tolerate was Zabini. Surprisingly, he wasn't as bad as the rest of them. At least he knew how to shut his fucking mouth and be civil when I saw him in the hallway.

He would usually just look at me and look away, or give me a small smile, which was completely unlike him, or so I thought, but I was thankful for it.

I trudged into the History of Magic Classroom, feeling completely drained. I slumped down into the chair nearest to the door, and put my head down on the table.

"Bloody hell, you look awful," said Harry.

"I'm so tired. Where's Lupin?" I grumbled, lifting my head up a little.

"Merlin, how long has it been since you've slept?" Harry asked, ignoring my question.

"Well, last night I was up with anxiety, so I got about twenty minutes of sleep, and the night before I had a dream, and I woke up at about midnight, so I got about an hour of sleep because I fell asleep at eleven," I Said.

"So you're running on twenty minutes of sleep? Maya, that isn't healthy," said Harry.

"I know," I Said.

"How long has it been since you've had a good night's sleep?" Asked Harry worriedly.

"Since the term started. That's the last time I was genuinely happy with how my life was going." I mumbled.

"Maya, dwelling on Malfoy's presence isn't going to do anything for you."

"It's not just that. I was so happy in December. It was one of the greatest times of my life. And then, as soon as Draco left me in the dust, my life kind of fell apart." I Said.