𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 || 𝐃.𝐌

Chapter 42

-Y/n's POV-

Over the past week, I feel like I was walking on the Hall of shame.

Eyes were immediately turned to me as I walk with my friends, especially when I'm alone. They would throw me with nasty looks and would call me 'slut' and 'whore'.

It has been spread throughout the Wizarding world and it had been established on the Daily Prophet.

I didn't even do anything.

I was just following my grandfather's promise to his grandfather. What could I even do? I do not hold the power to stop the marriage.

Professors assured me that everything will be alright and they are trying to find a way to help stop it from spreading, but many are just too cruel to keep it ongoing.

I became a laughing stock all over the school.

Draco would even try to talk to me, but I avoided him just to prevent myself from hearing more of the hurtful words coming out of anyone's mouth.

It was painful. Physically and Mentally.

I wasn't able to breathe freely like I wanted to. I wasn't able to sleep comfortably in the evening.

I feel like I just wanted to die and everything will be wiped out from my mind.

I feel like I was drowning in the deepest part of the ocean that no one could ever see or save me.

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The clock struck 12 in the evening, I was making my way to the library to finish some homework I needed to finish.

It was the only time where I could freely go to the library, without hearing any ill words from the mouth of others.

Daphne and Luna insisted on coming and joining me, but I refused. I don't want them to skip their slumbers just because of me.

I have slept already, but I still feel sleepy. Even if I slept a whole night, I would still be sleepy in the broad daylight.

It has been going on for many weeks as I have mentioned before. It was dark in the library and a lamp was the only one that lighted my way.

The library was even wider in the evening. It felt cold and lonely.

There were no other noises except my footsteps on the cold floor and the clicking of the lamp as it lightly swings on my hand.

What I hoped is that Peeves wasn't here through this library because if he was, he would alarm or make a sound saying 'A student out of bed!' loudly enough for Mr Filch to run here and take me to the Professors for breaking the rules.

I placed down the lamp, the rolled parchment and quill on the table that was next to the shelf and I raised my heel upon reaching the book I needed, but somehow it was too far for me to reach, so I pulled the chair out of the table and pressed my feet on it, reaching the book that I needed, again.

Jumping off the chair is not a great choice, for I almost slip on the floor. But luckily, my hand grabbed the top rail of the chair, preventing myself to have a hard fall to the ground.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth.

I sat down on the chair and unrolled the clean parchment and opened the book, finding the lesson that was given to us as an assignment.