Three of us (Draco X Reader X Cedric)

Chapter 88

You sit in the Slytherin common room but in Lewis' room to not attract any more attention. So much for staying down low. You sit cross-legged on the bed. Daphne sits on a stool in front of a full-length mirror. Lewis on a small, green-colored sofa.

Everyone seems to be occupied in their thoughts. You would go back but there too many people on patrol at this hour. "I'll be back" you smile weakly to the both of them. They nod. You slowly close the door behind you and begin to roam around the halls. No one else is up here. You stand in front of a closed door that looks as if it has not been touched in ages. You touch the cold handle and it makes you jump. You enter the room. The door creaks and you quickly hold it still to stop the noise from coming. Draco's old room. But where is he now? The room is spotless except for a Slytherin tie that hangs at the top of a white cushioned chair.

The white almost see-through curtains blow in and out. It looks peaceful, so peaceful.

"Y/n" a screechy sound.

"Huh?" You turn around. Strange. You close the door behind you swiftly. "Yes?" you question walking down the stairs. The aura of the room is stranger. Maybe you're just tired.

The common room door is open wide. With a person dressed in jet black clothes with a collar covering half of his neck. Amycus Carrow and his short-cut brown hair. Your eyes widen and you turn around to run back up the stairs.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" his voice makes you freeze on the spot. You swallowing turning around. "I have been waiting for you"

"One of us wasn't enough? tiny eyes" it was true he had very small eyes. He tsks at your attempt of an insult. The common room is all with their guard up, some even rise from their seats.

Who snitched?

"Y/n/n" Lewis walks down behind you, he grips your arm from behind. You can hear Daphne's steps.

"I will ask you once and only once for you to come with me. Now" he raises his eyebrows waiting.

The longer you make him wait the quicker his patience evaporates.

"So you can . . . torture me as well?"

You slowly step walk up the stairs. Amycus takes a long stride forward. You turn around and run up the steps as fast as you can. You can just imagine him shaking his head. "Get her!" you pause in the hallway. Coward. Your mind taunts you. The window. It's the dungeons. You're stuck.

Two people seize each of my arms and pull me out of the room with force. You don't struggle nor retaliate. You're sick of it. All of it. I just want it to be normal, like before. What a foolish thought. You've almost given up. "Don't bother" you shake your head to your brother and his girlfriend. Lewis tries to come forward but Daphne stops him swiftly. She understands.

Amycus lets out another wheezy giggle as he sees you in the hands of his disgusting minions. The person on my left has clammy hands and black hair that slowly fades to a darker brown. And the other one has grey eyes. You don't know who they remind you more of Draco or Cedric. "Let's go"

"Let's" you reply through gritted teeth. Some Slytherins partway for the three of us to walk. You squint your eyes as you see a student standing in the corridor staring attentively. Pansy looks in a mixture of awe and surprise. At least someone is enjoying this.

The one with clammy hands pushes me out the door and you almost trip over your own feet. They don't hold your arms anymore just walk closely behind you. Amycus smiles "I've been waiting for you for a long time y/n"

"Well, you didn't die did you with all the waiting? You could've waited a little longer"

He ignores you and folds his arms behind his arm elegantly and straightens his posture.

As you walk through the corridor the student comes into focus. Theodore Nott.

"I'm sorry" he mouths.

You scoff and moue at him and turn your attention to the floor beneath you.

"Yes. If it wasn't for Mr. Nott here-"

"I get it" you cut off Amycus as he slows down his pace, but never stopping.

You look behind one more time. Theodore places both hands on his head which messes up his hair.  As if regretting everything he just did. The sleeves of his right arm fall to reveal a familiar black-colored death eater mark. You grimace one last time. 'Well not all of us are evil' he said only a few hours ago. Foolish of you to believe him.

They all are.