Strayed From the Path-- Draco Malfoy x Reader

.2.

Rebecca finally came back to the dining hall, though Y/N did not. I noticed this right away, just like I always did. She was the one that I could always pick from the crowd, and I always knew when something was wrong. My suspicions were confirmed when Amber asked where Y/N had gone.

"She got sick, decided to go on down to the room."

"Poor thing. She's been sick for days, and I'm pretty sure she slept all day. Any idea what's wrong?"

"Later."

 Later. I didn't like to hear this. It was their code for important, secret business. It's what they said in our third year when Cedric and Amber split up, just as it was said when Rebecca's cheating habits were finally discovered by the professors. Distancing myself from my girlfriend was hard enough, let alone staying away when she needed me. I squeezed my eyes shut and replayed what Professor Snape had told me at the beginning of the school year.

"You're one of us now, and she is not. If you'd like to keep her safe, it is probably best that you cut ties with the girl."

But I wouldn't just cut her off. It was impossible for me to do, Y/N just means so much to me. It's now, ignoring her yet still being near her that is borderline impossible, it is just possible enough for me to bear, though I don't like it. I took off my work from the vanishing cabinet this evening just to see her, and she disappeared. This is what I get for becoming a Death Eater.

"It's about time to head off to our rooms, anyway," Blaise says, the rest of our group agrees. We gather our things and begin to head back toward our rooms. 

"Hey, Rebecca?" I pulled her aside as we reached our first staircase downwards. "Any chance you could tell me what's going on with Y/N?"

Rebecca's face twisted with disgust. "Go ask her yourself, idiot. If you care enough to know, you should care enough to show your girlfriend that you acknowledge her existence."

Shots fired. Okay.

She turned on her heel and sped up to meet up with everyone else, leaving me at the top of the stairs. I was growing used to the cold shoulder from our group lately, ever since I started icing Y/N out. How I wished they could understand, or maybe even just Y/N at least. 

I waited around in the commons for everyone to shuffle into their rooms, then made my way to Y/N's door. I still had no intention to speak to her, but perhaps if I could hear her say what was going on, I'd be content.

No such luck. Just as I reached the door, one of the girls must have cast a soundproof spell that blocked outer ears from hearing them. I sighed, turning to go back to my room.

"Maybe instead of eavesdropping, you could just talk to her?" Pansy said, blocking the path to my door. It was most unexpected hearing this from Pansy of all people since it was common knowledge that she had always crushed on me. I guessed my behavior could turn even the hardest of hearts.

"I know I should be celebrating... or something since you two are on the rocks, but I just feel bad for her, you know? I don't even care anymore that I don't room with the three of them, or that I'm not close to them as they are to each other, I just feel sympathetic for how you treat her. If I were Y/N, I'd have dumped you weeks ago."

Ouch. Ice pick to the heart.

"Well, you're not her," I spat. "Nor will you ever be. Move," I shoved past her to my door and slammed the door behind me.

"You know, someday all of this will come back to bite you in the arse," Crabbe offered his two cents to the matter from his bed, mouth full of cupcake. It seemed all of the morons who I called friends picked today to jump on me for some reason and I just didn't understand.

"Shove off, Crabbe," I snapped, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I didn't know what was wrong with Y/N, but I intended to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

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