Draco Malfoy - Hateful - Part 3

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Summary: Draco Malfoy falling for a Gryffindor, sounds mental right ? If only you knew.

Warnings: Swears

Words count: 3,1K

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"Wake up Y/N !" You're waking up by Hermione's voice. You suddenly jump on your bed, making your friend take a step back. You take a few seconds to open your eyes and once it's done you feel a horrible pain in your head. "Ouch !" You complain as you put your hand on your forehead. "Are you okay ?" Your friend asked, worried. "My head hurts...so bad." Hermione sigh and grab her bag to search for a potion she made to beat the headache. "Here, take this." She hands you the little vial, you take it between your fingers, and you drink the liquid. The pain suddenly disappear. "Thank you 'Mione !" You shouted before getting up. "You're welcome, now hurry up, or you'll be late for potion class !" No need to tell you twice, you gasp in panic and run to your bathroom to get changed and put on your uniform. You arrange your hair and make your face look less like a corpse and finally make your way with Hermione to the classroom.

You enter the classroom and quickly realize the professor is not there yet. You scan the room with your eyes and spot an empty place beside your friend, Harry. You walk to join him and sit next to him, the chosen one smiles at you as soon as you reach him. "Hey ! You survived last night from what I see." He teases, you tilt your head, confused. "What do you mean ?" You asked. "You don't remember ?" Potter frowns so do you. "No...what happened ?" You hear your other two friends sitting behind you, Hermione and Ronald immediately listen to your conversation. "The twins gave everyone a weird potion." Harry explained. "And...?" You ask for more explanation, but you're already scared of the answer. "Oh you were on another planet Y/N ! I've never seen you like that !" Ronald explain and start laughing but quickly stop when he sees nobody's laughing with him. Your eyes widen, you start to freak out, what happened at that party ? You didn't remember anything, and you can't help but be scared of what version of yourself you became. "What did I do exactly ?" You asked, still scared of the answer. "Um...Y/N ? Can I talk to you for a second ?" The second girl of the group proposes. You nod and Hermione gets up from her chair to go in the corner of the room, where nobody can hear you.

"Listen, yesterday at some point you disappear from the party..." You cut her before she even had the time to finish. "What ? Where was I ?" You shouted. "Let me talk !" She shouted and you let her speak. "The last time I saw you, you were going up the stairs...with." You tilt your head, waiting for her to give you a name. "With whom ?" You asked. "Malfoy." You stay shook for a second. You imagine the worst, a new question popped in your head. Did you sleep with Draco ? You take a step back and look at the floor, trying to remember what happened in your room but nothing came back. "That's not possible !" You shouted as you replace your gaze on your friend. "Y/N...You weren't in your normal state, and me both Malfoy is evil enough to take advantage of that. You should talk about that to Dumbledore !" Your friend, proposed. You were about to respond but your eyes wander to the entrance, like you felt him coming, Draco appears in it, making your heart skip a beat. Your gaze immediately meet his, and the Slytherin instantly understand that something's wrong. He frowns when he looks at you before sitting at his desk. He turns his head a few times to look at you, you look worried and scared when you saw him, and he hated to see you look at him like that.

"We'll go to his office after this lesson." Hermione says before heading back to her seat, but you quickly stop her. "No ! I-I'll figure this out, I'll talk to Draco. We can't tell him without having proofs right ?" She was about to answer but the arrival of professor Snape stops her. She sighs and go back to her seat, followed by you.

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