Cold Hands

Chapter 5: Mudblood.

!  TRIGGER WARNING !

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"Blaise I.." You had a bad feeling about the way he was looking at you.. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, pushing the image of your ex out of your head. 

"We've been so close, and lately i feel like.. I don't know..." Blaise whispered, staring you dead in the eyes. You felt his hand on your lower stomach, pulling at the hem of your shirt.

"What are you-" 

"It's okay.. No one's around." He pulled you closer, "Why don't you thank me for bringing those flowers?" 

Who was this Blaise? What was wrong with him?

"Stop.. stop. Blaise stop!" Managing to push him away, you stared at him in shock.

His face suddenly went cold. 

"You know what they all say about you, right?" Blaise's harsh voice brought you back to reality. "I never cared about you. I merely put up with you," Blaise mocked you, "You are exactly who they say you are."

"Wh-what? Where is this coming from?" You stammered, never hearing him talk like that.

"A filthy mudblood."

Your eyes widened, remembering all of the times Draco had called you that name. Except it never hurt like this. You felt the daises slip from your hands and your eyes filling with tears.

Blaise turned, facing the way he had came. 

"Now you can finally say everyone here really does hate you." He scoffed, before heading back.

He didn't care about you? But he was your friend! Friends don't do that... Maybe they did? You hadn't had a friend in so long you could hardly remember what they do.

You slowly walked back to your dorm, in a daze.

As you stepped into the common room you didn't bother looking to see if anyone was still awake. Tears threatening to fall any second, you made your way to your dorm as quickly as possible.

Quietly crying yourself to sleep, careful not to wake up your room mates.

Breakfast.

Preparing for an awkward meal, you sat down at the end of the Slytherin table. You didn't bother grabbing any food.

Draco's POV:

"What's wrong with Y/n? Why do they look like they're about to be sick?" I questioned in my best monotone voice. 

Blaise had decided to sit with us today, and a part of me was glad.. To have my friend back of course. 

"Probably still recovering from last night." Blaise laughed, along with the rest of my group.

"No way! You two went all the way?" Goyle snorted.

Bringing my attention away from Y/n, i eyed Blaise intently.

"No way. They wanted it though, i mean they basically threw themselves on me." Blaise boasted, placing his hands behind his head.

"God they are so desperate." Pansy snickered, glancing at Y/n.

As they continued to chuckle, i found myself staring at Y/n again. 

Your POV:

Sitting in potions, you felt vulnerable. Weak. You had noticed the whispers, the glances, the laughing. Was it about you? Had you done something embarrassing you weren't aware of?

You never realized how lonely it was without at least someone around. 

You just wanted a hug.

Class had ended and as you were heading out the door, you felt Pansy grab your wrist. 

"What-" 

"How's it feel being the most hated person at Hogwarts? I'm genuinely curious." She quickly cut you off, snickering. 

"Wouldn't you like to know.." You mumbled. 

You felt her hand push your shoulders, making you fall to the ground. They all laughed, following Blaise out the door.

Draco stopped in front of you, bending down. 

"You really are a miserable Mudblood," He glared at you, before standing and leaving you on the classroom floor. 

Little did anyone know.. Someone had seen what really happened between you and Blaise that night at the lake. The truth. And they had captured it.