snowflakes ; draco malfoy

4. Vision

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" I hugged Hermione just as she exited her daily morning shower

"I was thinking you were asleep" she laughed and hugged me back

"No, I was just waiting for you to get out so I can give you this" I added as I handed her the nicely wrapped present "I hope you'll like it"

I watched her as she unwrapped her gift and her eyes being mesmerized by what she was seeing

"You remembered" she added, her eyes still fixed on the book "It's Romeo and Juliet"

"Of course I remembered" I smiled at her "Come on, we need to get going, it's my bestfriends's birthday today, isn't it?"

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After taking a shower myself, we exited our dormitory and made our way towards the common room. As we passed by, many people wished Hermione a happy birthday, my eyes kept scanning the whole time through the people. It was an instinct. I didn't know who I was looking for. The memories from yesterday still printed into my brain, keeping me constantly aware of his behavior, of the things he made me feel.

You give me a headache whenever that stupid little mouth of yours starts talking.

I tried to stay connected to reality, trying not to think about it, trying to erase all of the memories from yesterday, but it was pointless. I didn't like him, I hated him. I hated him with every inch of my body, I hated the way he spoke, the way he acted, the way he was playing his little mind games, the mind games in which I was one of his toys, the way he wanted me to be his new toy, the way his harsh words latched onto me, replaying over and over again in my head, the way he was making me feel inferior, pointless, useless. I never thought I would feel this hatred towards anyone in my life until I met him. Hate. Despise.

My attention was drawn back to reality when we arrived in the great hall, sitting as usual at our table. I glanced at the Slytherin table, looking for him. Instinct. And saw him next to Pansy, her head placed onto his shoulder whilst her eyes were constantly trained on him while he was talking to someone sitting opposite to him. I didn't realise I was staring until his eyes slowly rose from the person he was talking to and met mine, a vicious smirk slowly making its way up his lips, as if he knew I was looking at him. Instinct. I quickly moved my eyes elsewhere and tried to play it off but I could feel his eyes still trained on me. I felt sick. The anxious feeling making its way up to me, feeding up my body. I tried to regain focus by paying attention to what my friends have been saying

"Have any of you seen Harry?" Hermione asked us

"He left his room early in the morning, but I haven't seen him since, not that I'd care of where he is" Ron responded

"Y/N, have you seen him?"

"What- um- I- no, no I haven't" I quickly said, rushing over my words. Hermione looked at me with a suspicious glare plastered all over but didn't push the subject as she brought her attention back to our friends.

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"Rita Skeeter? From the daily prophet? What's that mental doing here?"

"I heared she is taking interviews of the champions for the tournament." I added

"I've only seen Harry a couple times today, I wonder how he's feeling" Hermione explained to us

"Wait, when is the first task happening?" I asked her

"In october, I believe-  I think on october 1st"

"That's like two weeks away from now. Do they know what the first task is going to be?"