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28|. accused

Still Playing : Marshmello / Bastille - Happier

“  Every argument, every word we can't take back
'Cause with the all that has happened
I think that we both know the way that the story ends ”

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Acacia's POV

From my view on the Slytherin table I can see James and Lily talk like normal, no voices rising and insults thrown and I should be happy because that's a big progress for them. But my heart is hurting, I've had crushes before but never like this.

I felt my shoulder roughly grabbed and I turned to see the scowling face of Lucius Malfoy, this one will be one of the most loyal to the dark lord and it wouldn't hurt if I just killed him off one of these days.

Of course I would never but I'm heartbroken so he better not piss me off. I stood up with a groan and signalled my friends to stand down because they readied their wands, I faced the blond with a stern expression and crossed my arms. Just to show him I'm not in the mood for any bullshit.

"What is it this time, Malloy?" I incorrectly addressed him on purpose and if he was annoyed before, he's pissed now. He raised his wand and pointed it at me. He's a few inches away so the very end of it reached my neck, I can swear it's slightly bleeding.

"I warned you about staying away from Gryffindors." If this is about me staying at the Potters again— why confront me in the great hall? The Malfoys have always been such drama queens, reminds me of his future son who claimed a scratch from a hippogriff killed him.

I sighed in annoyance, "Yeah and I don't care." I replied with a much calmer and less threatening tone than him, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well you should." He retracted his wand and looked at mu blood dripping down, he flicked his wand to remove it like it was dirt and glared at me. "Are you even a pureblood?", I am but just for the fun of pissing him off I shook my head and earned gasps from spectators.

Now his eyes are twitching like I just killed his parents Infront of him, his anger irrational, I just admitted to being a muggleborn which I'm not and his face is red. "A mudblood!" He yelled dramatically while I keep my eyes down, staring at my shoes because they're a better sight than the face of Lucius Malfoy.

"The correct word is Muggleborn." I threw dagger looks at him once I lifted my gaze and matched his death glares. He lifted his wand ready to throw a curse at me but my arm is quick to hold his wrist and I threw his arm to the side.

When it was out of the way I stepped closer and did something I never thought I could...

I just bloody punched Lucius Malfoy!

His nose was bleeding and he looked at the blood in his hands with eyes full of horror. I dusted my robes and turned to my friends, they quickly got up so I walked out the great hall and they follow behind.

What I did might seem cool to the bystanders but Merlin, I think I broke my hand! When we were out of view I threw my back against a wall and hissed at the pain, I lifted it for Adaline to inspect and Thalia cheer me and talk about how badass I looked. Clarabell is just stunned, I can't say I blame her because even that move surprised me.

"Episkey." Adaline casted and the pain disappeared, I opened and closed my hands to test it out and it felt normal so I composed myself.

"Let's just go to class." Malfoy ruined breakfast, now I can't finish my morning tea! "Hopefully now Malfoy would leave me alone." We made a move to head for our first class 20 minutes early when a voice called after me.

I turned to see James Potter standing in the middle of the hall and Adaline placed a hand on my shoulder, I didn't turn to her so sh just squeezed my shoulder as a way of saying Goodluck. "Let's go, Ace will follow shortly." Clarabell was complaining about leaving me with James but was dragged away by both Thalia and Adaline who understood the situation right away.

I broke my gaze from him to watch my friends go and only turned back when I heard his footsteps grow louder. "James." I curtly nodded at him and tried to ignore the pounding of my heart, He mumbled my last name to greet back and after that was awkward silence.

The air felt thick and every breath I take seem to fill my chest with something dark and heavy, A crush shouldn't feel like this. "So," I broke the silence with a lame attempt and looked around the empty hall to avoid his eyes.

I'm afraid I'd do something stupid if I did meet his gaze so I strayed far from it. "I saw what happened," Of course he did, everyone did and it wasn't much. Malfoy had it coning for being a nosy and controlling prick.

"Yeah.", I replied in a monotone voice and he didn't reply after such a long pause. I couldn't bear the discomfort anymore so I cleared my throat, "Do you need anything?", I asked and I had my gaze on his tie so I failed to see the way that his head shook.

"I didn't know you were close with Sirius' little brother." Is that all he's gonna say to me? Sure, he doesn't have any idea about my stupid crush to acknowledge it but is that all he's gonna say after I snapped at a 7th year and made him bleed?

"Yes, what about it?" I wanna get away from him. Just being in the same room with h prevents me from breathing normally, he doesn't even have any idea how much his presence alone suffocate me.

A crush should feel good, make me feel all lovey and hopeful and excited but this one hurts. Maybe because of the knowledge that we would never be possible? But then again, that didn't stop me from adoring Cedric from afar during my 4th year.

"What's your relationship with him?" I scoffed at the question and smirked bitterly, why is he suddenly curious about who I'm friends with now? If he's gonna pull the ‘He's a Slytherin’ card again I will punch him harder than I punched Malfoy in his ugly mug.

"We're  acquainted with each other." With the way Regulus ignored me that dinner when we returned, I'm unsure about calling him a friend. But I do consider him as one.

"Acquaintances don't shag on the train." Wait — Bloody fuck, does he think and Regulus and I? He's in third-year for Merlin's sake!

"How dare you accuse me of such thing?" Even if the boy looked older than his age and possessed the Black charm, I am not shagging anyone in a train. I haven't even had my bloody first kiss yet and I'm being accused of doing unspeakable things with someone younger than me?

What have I done to James Fleamont Potter for him to hurt me this way?

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james, sweetie, you dramatic fuck they just hugged—