After dinner Ron and I played wizards chess until Molly shooed us off to bed.
Time Skip - - > 2am
I can't breathe. Bloody hell! I can't breathe! I sat up. Harry had his hand over my mouth and my nose plugged.
"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" I whisper yelled at Harry.
"I need to know what happened between you and Draco," he whispered with pleading eyes.
"No, Harry, it's none of your buisness and I don't want to talk about it," I whispered back to him as I got up and left the room.
I walked down to the living area and plopped down on the couch. I heard footsteps coming from the staircase and figured it was Harry so I pretended to be asleep. After the figure walked by me into the kitchen, I knew it wasn't Harry and decided to follow them into the kitchen. Besides, I was hungry.
"Stop judging me I'm an emotional eater,"a red head whined from behind the cupboard door. The head looked up.
"Oh, hey Freddy," I said. He looked at me kinda shocked.
"Don't worry I am too," I continued, " Why else would I be down here at 2 in the morning? Anything good in there?" He tossed me some crackers. We sat down at the dining table and ate for a while.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No , you?"
"Nah."
The eating continued. We had managed to demolish a carton of ice cream, an entire bag of goldfish, some crisps, a thing of Oreos and any sweets we could find. After that we both went to bed and from there on out, quite a restless night.
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A Deatheater's Life ( A Draco Malfoy fanfic)
FanfictionHi guys! As of May 2020, I'm completely revamping this story. I started writing it when I was 13, and it makes me physically cringe to read so I decided to rewrite (and finish) the story. It'll be the same general story, but with much better writing...
