𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. the cut that always bleeds

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:the cut that always bleeds — conan gray

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:
the cut that always bleeds — conan gray

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:the cut that always bleeds — conan gray

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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝟏𝟔 )

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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝟏𝟔 )

  Nearly two months had passed since Meredith had first met Moaning Myrtle and since then, she had been back to the girl's bathroom on the second floor to talk to the ghost in the S-bend a couple of times. Every time they spoke, Elizabeth complaining about the students who had come to bully her and Meredith talking about her day-to-day life because that seemed to fascinate her, she learned a little more about the Draco Malfoy that he kept hidden from the rest of the world.

  From what she had gathered, he was supposedly doing something very important; Meredith never found out what it actually was ( because that was the one thing Elizabeth was sworn to absolute secrecy on and she'd rather get flushed down the toilet to say a peep about it ) but it was definitely the thing that had sent him spiralling all these months.

  Although their relationship had healed a little since Christmas, Draco had yet to mention anything about this important task of his. Actually, scratch that, Draco hardly even spoke nowadays, still preferring the solitude he found in his dormitory ( "What am I? His bodyguard? Of course I don't know where he is!" Blaise had exclaimed after Meredith had pestered him about it for the nth time that week ) and still disappearing at odd hours of the day to a place Meredith couldn't quite figure out.

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