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"What do you mean by everything?" He asked, and I looked at him with a blank stare. "You're kidding, right? Tell everyone here about your little bet with Crabbe, Goyle, and the rest of your barbaric team members," I said coolly, and Montague nodded, gulping.
There was no fighting the Veritaserum, however, but I could see him trying to resist.
"I made a bet with Goyle and the rest of the team that I could fuck Maggie Warrington," He said, and the room was littered with small gasps. Seemingly nothing huge, but it had a monumental effect, I knew it.
He held nothing back, the Veritaserum really did its job.
"What else?"
"We put money on it, but Malfoy said it was a bad idea," He continued, and now, he had my full attention. I didn't know this part. "He said Maggie Warrington wasn't worth so much money and that we should call it off completely, but we didn't listen to him," He went on.
I bit my tongue, not liking the turn this had now taken. I found my eyes meeting Dracos and I had to stop myself from chewing him out right then and there.
How dare he pretend he was so concerned for me because I was "with" Montague. He was just as bad, if not worse.
He held my gaze for a few more tense seconds until I finally looked away.
"You heard it here first, folks," I said defeatedly, turning to Montague. "Whatever you think this was is over. It was over when I first found out, but it's definitely over now. You're a terrible person," I said, patting him on the back.
I walked through the crowd, trying not to cry, and went upstairs to my dorm without another word.
I went straight into my bed and under my covers, wanting the whole world to melt away and just disappear. I didn't cry, I honestly didn't have it in me, but it felt like I was.
How could I have been so stupid? Of course, he didn't care about me, he was just saving face. Well, thanks to the Veritaserum, Montague, and Malfoy were exposed.
As I hugged my pillow and listened to the party going on, I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I was supposed to feel victorious after this, I was supposed to feel better.
I felt worse.
I knew my worth, and Malfoy was a complete asshole, but hearing something like that out loud was difficult.
I drifted off into a dissatisfying sleep that abruptly ended only a few hours later. It was midnight- of course, but I had to get up to wash my face and brush my teeth, so I mustered up enough energy to do so.
I gathered my belongings after changing into sweatpants and a hoodie, walking to the girl's bathroom, and doing my nightly routine, as usual. I looked up at myself in the mirror, debating if all of that was even necessary.
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