My tears kept rolling down my cheeks, never stopping. Choked sobs escaped my lips as I walked back up to the castle slowly. My mascara was smudged around my eyes and they were blood-shot and red. Blaise was still sat there, crying and stroking her blonde, soggy hair.
As I got closer to the castle, I wiped my eyes and face, and walked back inside. Everyone stared at me confused, and I just gave them a scowl, and they turned away. I stared at the ground as I walked back into the Great Hall. I looked up and saw everyone happy and alive. How the fuck can they be happy after what happened to Daphne?!
Maybe they didn't know, I mean I hadn't announced it. I ran forward to the front of the hall.
"BECAUSE OF PANSY AND HER FRIENDS, MY BEST FRIEND, DAPHNE GREENGRASS, HAS COMMITTED SUICIDE. SO STOP ACTING ALL HAPPY-DAPPY BECAUSE IT'S NOT HAPPY!" I screamed loudly so everyone heard.
They all stopped and stared at me, and then some people began crying, her other friends, the other's eyes were filled with pity, but they didn't care. I don't want their fucking pity. I don't! I scanned the hall and saw Draco staring at me.
I rolled my eyes at him and walked out of the hall. He followed after me quickly. I stopped and turned around when I was in a random corridor. "What?" I snapped.
"Look I-I'm sorry... I realised you didn't sleep with Tom when we were together, but you did after..." he answered.
"FUCKING AFTER! WHEN YOU SLEPT WITH PANSY! YES, THAT'S WHY I DID IT. BECAUSE YOU WERE A CHEATER! NOT ME. WE NEVER OFFCIALLY BROKE IT OFF, BUT YOU CHEATED! OK?" I yelled back, tears dripping down my face visibly.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. I nodded and walked off, ignoring whatever bullshit came out of his mouth. Not like I cared, he was a cheating lying bastard. Who slept with a fucking dog. Pedo.
A/N: I know on my tiktok I said I'd update a load, and I will. Just not this weekend. (I'll update a ton from Monday-Friday the December like the 3rd?)
YOU ARE READING
Diary (Draco X Tom X Reader| love triangle)
Fanfiction'You left your diary at my house... and I read those pages. Do you really love me baby?'