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𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

"Draco?"
"Yeah, I'm here Blaise."
He and Pansy have been my best friends since ,I don't know, we were in diapers. Blaise was more of the "You can get through this shit with a little of my help ,but, mostly you." friend, while Pansy was the "I'm your mom now." friend. Back to reality. I was hanging out by the hallway of the washroom. I'd probably been there for 20 minutes. I'm lucky Pansy didn't send a search party after me.
"Hey mate.. are you alright?"
"I'm okay Blaise. I just... I j-just feel t-that... Blaise I-"
"Oh what a surprise! They have the audacity to come here after all that's happened! A Death-Eater and his sidekick!", someone drawled.
My head looked up too see a red-headed Weasel, Granger, and-

𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿.
I quickly looked back down at my feet feeling my heart thump in my chest. Recently I had picked up a few bad habits such as, biting my lip and avoiding eye contact. I felt as if i was a shadow of the previous, overly confident, snarky, Draco Malfoy. I was pathetic. Weak. Disgusting. Then again, I was a Death-Eater.
"What, are you mute now too?" Weasel asked with a bitter chuckle.
I mumbled, "N-none of y-your b-business Weasley.". Bloody hell. I was stuttering again. I really need to get a hold of that.
"Hey, Malfoy can we talk?" Potter said quietly.
Suddenly everything went silent. Why did he need to talk to me? Was I going to Azkaban? Was my mother dead? All the terrible possibilities passed through my head. Then I blurted, "Why do you need to talk to a piece of trash like me?". Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Just great. I grit my teeth, silently cursing my big mouth. "Please, Malfoy it's important." Potter pleaded. The Weasel looked horrified and disappointed with his friend. Granger ,who, the whole time had been silent up until this point said,
"C'mon Ron, let's go back. We need to practice a few of our spells for this year." Weasel muttered something about hexing me into next week if I hurt Potter. I looked at Blaise asking him silently, to please, please, please, not leave us alone. But, of course the prick decided to leave at that moment before sending me his smuggest smirk.

I'm definitely jinxing him later.