Y/n Esmeray is a Slytherin student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Y/n has a traumatic past with her family and is viewed as a pathological liar by her mother and father. She and Draco Malfoy were childhood best friends who started da...
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Timothee Chalamet as Arlo Rosier
Y/N'S POV
Professor Snape looks around the room then at me.
"And who might that be Miss Esmeray?" he asks.
I don't want to snitch on Draco, but he deserves to be caught, no wonder I'm still in love with him.
"Um...Malfoy.." I say quietly so no one else hears me, even though the room is full of loud chattering.
"See me in Dumbledore's office after but as for right now take a seat," He says.
I return to the Slytherin table and sit back down next to Pansy.
"What was that about?" she whispers to me.
"Oh, just class work," I lie.
She nods and joins the conversation between Blaise and Enzo.
I stare at my food and I don't feel hungry so I just wait for time to pass, trying not to look at Draco and Astoria making out. It makes me want to die sometimes.
When everyone finishes eating I head to the Headmaster's Tower immediately. I can't bear another minute not knowing if it was true.
When I get to dumbledore's office, the door opens automatically almost like they are waiting for me. I walk through the door and see Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape standing there.
"Y/n! welcome, here have a seat." Dumbledore says, uncomfortably sitting down in the chair.
"Um, am I in trouble?" I ask.
"Not at all, of course not, unless you have done something to think you're in trouble!"
"Um no I haven't done anything."
"Albus stop playing games with the poor girl, she's been through enough already," Mcgonagall says with a pity look on her face.
"Now Y/n let's not waste anymore time, Professor Snape told us about the Amortentia, now what makes you think Draco Malfoy would be brewing that kind of potion?"
"Well, um-"
I start feeling anxiety rushing through my body, what am I supposed to say here? I feel my throat closing.
"Miss Esmeray, we take these types of accusations very seriously, so if you're lying-" Professor Snape says to me.
