to be or not to be| sixth year | draco malfoy

maybe just...

"the loser."
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violet pov~

I was still confused on why I felt so deeply over the scene I had just seen. It was just Pansy and Draco, nothing special. I began eating again just a bit. I slept a bit more last night.

I knew I had more important things to do today. Like figure out how to get information I need from Slughorn. Harry told me he was going to use the liquid luck potion and that gave me an idea.

I was standing in the common room with Cammy and Abigail near the fireplace. They looked at me with slight concern on their faces.

"If I take the liquid luck I could possibly dodge Draco's future attempts of killing me." I said. Camille sighed and crossed her arms.

"That's a really good idea but do you really want to waste your potion on that? I mean, we did give it a fifty, fifty chance of it actually happening." Camille said. I didn't want to take any chances right now.

"We can't be too sure." I said before reaching into my jean pocket and pulling out the tiny vial of clear liquid. It was now or never. I took off the cork and breathed in slowly.

"You need to stay safe, Violet. Understand?" Abigail said with a stern expression. I nodded my head before I drank the potion in two big gulps. I put the empty vial back in my pocket and I looked at the girls.

I suddenly felt a wave of energy and happiness fill my veins. It felt amazing, like I was basking in the summer sun. I grinned brightly, something I haven't done in about a week.

"How do you feel?" Abigail asked. I glanced between the two before giggling. "I feel amazing—better than amazing." I said.

"I'm going to Snape's office." I turned around on my heel and began leaving the common rooms. "SNAPE?!" I heard the girls say in unison. I completely ignored them and I felt myself begin to skip gracefully and I hummed a pretty tune to myself. My curly hair bounced around vivaciously and I caught myself wondering why the sky was so blue.

Once I got to Snape's door I knocked onto it softly.

"Come in." I heard Snape's monotone voice through the wood of the door. I smiled sweetly before opening the door. Snape sat at his desk writing some things on parchment before glancing up at me. I walked inside of the room before standing just in-front of his desk.

Something told me to come here, I didn't know why but I just did.

"What could you possibly want, Ms. Goldhorn?" He asked like he didn't even remotely like my presence. I hummed.

"Well, I needed to speak with you about a personal manner... regarding Draco Malfoy." I said. Once the blonde boy's name left my pink lips he stopped writing all together and looked up at me. That got his attention.

"What is it that I need to know?" He asked. I backed away from his desk before sitting on top of a table behind me. My smile dropped a bit. "I know Voldemort has ordered Draco to kill me..." I said in a serious tone. Snape slowly puts down his quill.

"But, I also know that he won't be able to do it. Deep down in that heart of his is just a shred of good, if he kills me he wouldn't be able to sleep another day." The words left my lips. I spoke without even really thinking about it. It felt as if I was reading off of a script to a sad somber play.

"That's why... I need you to do it. If you kill me things will be a lot easier and Voldemort's trust in you will strengthen substantially."

This was the only right way to go about this. I needed to die at another person's hand. "Promise me, Professor, that when the time comes... you will kill me." I said. His demeanor completely changed and he stood to his feet. I didn't joke or laugh about any of this. If I needed to sacrifice myself so Snape could get closer to Voldemort and learn his tactics then well... I'm all for it.