CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "I have to do this. I have to kill you. Or he's gonna kill me."
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─── Y/N POV ───
The next morning, I decided to stay in my dormitory for the entire day. I couldn't possibly focus on my classes at a time like this, and no part of me wanted to be questioned again by my friends. Although my face was healing, I knew they wouldn't give up until they found out the truth about what happened.
However, there was no food in Gryffindor Tower, so by the time dinner came around, my stomach was in knots. I needed to eat.
With a groan, I slowly made my way out of bed and threw on my robes. My heels clicked sharply against the stone floor as I raced down the corridor. The muffled conversation of students traveled through the air, fragments of words peaking my curiosity.
"Oh my god, have you heard?"
"No way!"
"That can't be true!"
I caught snippets of what they were saying, but none of it shocked me. It was probably just another rumor about Draco's parents being Death Eaters — what else could it be? Little did they know, mine were too. The secret was a burden that I was forced to conceal.
I glanced at my reflection in a nearby window, my red and puffy eyes staring back at me. I had been crying earlier, but the tears had dried.
As I continued walking down the hallway, some students shot me confused looks, while others were simply laughing at the sight of me. I ignored them and continued to walk towards the Great Hall.
However, just as I turned to head down the stairs, a cold hand grabbed my forearm. I jumped and turned around — becoming face to face with the tall blonde boy, who looked more pale than ever before.
"What do you want?" I stammered, slightly scared since he was grabbing my arm fairly tightly.
"You need to come with me." He said sternly.
"I'm not coming with you." I said, yanking my arm away from his grasp and crossing them.
"You don't have a choice." He said, grabbing my arm once again. This time, he began to walk with me in his grasp.
"What the hell, Malfoy?! Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to wiggle my way out of his tight hold.
He stopped walking and shot his head towards me in fury. I was so horribly frightened by just his gaze. He pushed me up against the wall, grabbing the collar of my shirt.
