𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓'𝐬

I BELIEVE IN YOU | Draco Malfoy Pt.2

Y/N continued to sob, when a head popped out of the other stall. It was Myrtle. "You alright, Y/N?" She asked, "I heard you sobbing."

Y/N sniffles and nodded. "I'm fine, Myrtle. No need to worry."

"You don't look fine." She lifts a brow, as she walks through the stall wall.

"Really, Myrtle. Just please leave me alone for a moment." Y/N looks up at the ghost, her eyes red and puffy.

"You've been alone for hours, Y/N. Your friends will be worried." Myrtle tries to convince her.

Y/N nods, finally realising she has been here for a few hours. Crying or sitting there, silently until she remembers what Draco said to her earlier. Y/N took her book bag and went to the sink to wash her face. She looks at reflection and takes a deep breath. She bids goodbye to Myrtle and leaves the bathroom, it was already afternoon and she has missed some of her classes, and the consequence of that is obviously detention. She went to the Great Hall, since theres a Quidditch game happening,  and sat in the Gryffindor table, right beside Hermione.

"Y/N!" smiled Hermione. "I didn't see you in class. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, Yeah. Fine." Y/N replied, her voice raspy.

Hermione furrows her eyebrows shares a look with Ron and Harry. "You look like you've been crying, though." stated Ron. -
Y/N closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her anger boiling even more. "I said I'm fine."

The trio didn't argue with her and Hermione was gonna ask her later on, when Draco entered the Great Hall, and glances at Y/N. Hermione was bright enough to understand that something in their relationship happened. Y/N didn't bother listening to their conversation about this Liquid Luck, she didn't even feel like eating.

Finally, the Quidditch match will begin in a few. Hermione and Y/N was is the stalls, Y/N still looking very grim. Not smiling nor being her cocky self. Cheers erupt and the Gryffindor team won more points. Hermione cheers while Y/N doesn't pay attention.

"WHOHOO!" yelled Hermione, causing Y/N to jump.

After a few weeks, Y/N never spoke to Draco. Not even sending him in a glance, a smile or anything. People are already getting the hint that they are not together anymore.

Y/N sat at the corner of the Library, reading her book, when she heard footsteps. She looked up and Hermione.

"We need to talk, Y/N."

"I'm listening..." said Y/N, looking back at her book.

"There's something you're not telling me." sighed Hermione.

"I'm fine, Mione. What makes you think I'm not?" Y/N smiles, though it did not reach her eyes.

"You aren't talking to Malfoy anymore." replied Hermione, sternly.

Y/N blinks, closes her book and puts it back inside her bag. "That's because—" she was cut off by an annoying high-pitched voice.

"Because they broke up. I heard Y/N cry in the toilet a few weeks ago." said Pug-face Pansy Parkinson.

"Shove off, Parkinson." spat Y/N. "I don't want to deal with your useless comments right now."

"I told you, you're no good. He was just using you." Pansy laughed.

"Leave us alone, Parkinson." Hermione growled.

"I'm not talking to you, you filthy Mudblood!" sneered Pansy.

"How about above your abnormally large nose out of people's business, hmm?" Y/N lifts a brow, scowling at the pug. "We're allergic to your bloody shit."