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  song: hey jude by the beatles 😁😁

see i don't really think before i do stuff. like i think for a spilt second, and then just jump into action.

it's probably bad i know, but i can't help it. it just happens, and that's how im in this situation.

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my palms start to get sweaty as i hear draco's footsteps. slowly i peak out from behind this large shelf and see him walk over to a cabinet. he holds a green apple in his hand and he's muttering gibberish under his breath.

i slowly move forward a little to get a better look, and that's when i knock into the shelf. sending the glass vase that was sitting on the shelf flying to the floor.

as soon as it shatters draco spins around, looking in the direction i am in. quickly i scoot back, and lean back so my arms are holding my body up.

please don't find me. please don't-

he found me.

draco stands over me, he looks enraged.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" he spats, grabbing my wrist to pull me up, roughly.

i stumble on my feet before making eye contact with him.

"i was just walking back to my dormitories when i saw you walk in here. i was curious sorr-"

"how much did you see?" he asks sharply.

"what?"

"i said how much did you fucking see?" he repeats himself, stepping closer to me.

"uhm all i saw was you mumbling something in-front of a cabinet with an apple."

"did you come here for like a snack or something becau-"

"yeah i came in here for a snack." he chuckles and moves a little closer to me.

"i- um, well should i go or.."

"you can stay i guess." he replies.

i nod and walk over to a leather couch. quietly i sit down and place my hands in my lap while looking around at the place.

it was full of clutter and useless items. what did he need here?

"so, what were you doing if you don't mind me aski-"

"none of your fucking business mican." he spats, slumping down in a hair across from me.

"oh, well okay then."

he looks up at me and something changes in his eyes for a split second, and then whatever it was is gone.

i sigh and get up from the couch, starting to look around at the objects placed throughout the room.

i run my fingers against the items until i stop on this brown box. slowly i open it and i realize it's a record player. my dad has one of these, he plays elvis presley on it like all the time. he only listens to like really really really old songs.

i pull out a record from another box, and slowly place it in. then i take the stylus and place it onto the record. slowly the record begins to spin.

"hey jude.." the record player sings, and i automatically recognize the song. i remember my dad playing it for me during breakfast one morning.

"what are you doing?" draco's voice asks from behind me.

"don't make it badd.." i sing with the song playing along with me.