《love and snake bites》3/7
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𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱
She missed dinner that day. And the day after that. In fact, she became weak and tired all the time.
But nobody noticed.
It was 10pm, so she made her way to the Room of Requirement for the usual DA meeting. Even though she hadn't spoke to any of them in four days, she knew she couldn't let them down.
This was more than just a petty falling out between her and Fred.
Her shoe buckle clinked as she sped down the Slytherin common room stairs eager to get out before anybody sees.
"Alohamora"
She sped down the corridors frantically turning corners not looking behind her. When she reached the door, y/n hesitantly knocked three times before entering.
Whispers started circulating.
"What's she doing here?"
"After what she did?"
"We can't trust her"
"Y/N, hi" Harry awkwardly approached y/n, who stood with a blank expression on her face.
"Er-erm if you wan-want to just get on with the Patronus charms over there then you can" Ron intervened. She softly smiled and shuffled into the corner, holding in her tears. It really did feel like everybody hated her.
Throughout the session, she felt everyone's glares on her.
What the fuck is everybody's problem?
What felt like decades, the hour was over and everybody gathered around the golden trio.
"Thankyou everybody, again for coming, we'll be back next Friday 10pm same place. Cheers guys" Harry announced and everyone cheered.
As Y/N was walking out, somebody stood right infront of her, blocking her walkway.
"What you did was really messed up you know y/n" Ron hissed. He looked furious.
"What? What are you on about?"
"Fred. You used him to get at pathetic little Malfoy. Why would you do that?"
Silence.
"I- We did say we were going as friends I don't understand where all this is coming from!" Y/N defended, her eyes burning with brimming tears but she faught them.
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"You really are a stuck up c-
"Ron, leave it mate" George gently grabbed Ron's arm pulling him back.
"She's not worth it."
Y/N ran all the way back to the common room, not stopping for breath. She just wanted to get to her bed and cry. And cry. Surely everybody knew her and Fred went as friends? And it was last year?
She came to a hold and brushed away her tears and sucked in a deep breath collecting herself, just in case anybody was sat in the common room. She muttered the password and walked in.
It was dark, but the reflection of the moon on the Black Lake reflected through the window and onto the black leather sofas. She slumped onto the sofa and took a deep breath refusing to cry anymore.
A light flickered on making her jump.
"Alright princess?" Theo was slumped up against the armchair, one leg crossed over the other with a bottle of firewhiskey tucked between his arm and torso.
"Fucking hell Theo give me a heart attack why don't you!" Y/N replied, catching her breath and sitting up straight.
"Where've you been these past few days y/n"
He didn't do small talk. He knew her to well.
"Er-just out? What's it got to do with you?" She panicked.
"Chill, darling I don't give a sod about your little army alright? You just don't seem yourself anymore" Theo leant forward, resting his arms on his knees.
They were always close and had eachothers backs, the type of friendship you need.
Everyone needs a Theo.
"It's just..shit. Everything's shit" Y/N sighed and leant her back against the arm rest. Theo said nothing, just looked at her and waited for her to continue.
"I feel shit. Alright? I-I've lost everyone. Draco hates me for no fucking reason, I don't see Pansy anymore I don't know where she fucks off too, Fred hates me because I used him so the rest of them do. Mother stopped writing to me ages ago. And well-you. You don't bother do you? You don't FUCKING BOTHER! NOBODY DOES! Not ONCE has anybody noticed i'm skipping meals, not sleeping, not going to lessons, NO, BODY, NOTICED. I've felt so fucking alone since the start of this year and I'm loosing my fucking mind. I cry myself to sleep, and I down my sorrows with that fucking whiskey because it I don't i'll drown in them. It's shit Theo, that's the only word to describe everything. Shit."
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Silence.
She sat back down on the sofa and brushed her tears away. Theo got up and started walking towards the door.
"Where are you-
"Relax, relax" He bobbed down on his knees, opened a small brown cabinet and got out two whiskey glasses. He shut the cabinet and sat next to y/n, opening the bottle of firewhiskey.
"Bottoms up" Theo necked his glass whilst y/n looked at him with confusion. She groaned and did the same.
"I've been busy like you princess. Just knock on my fucking door if you need me I can't mind read. As for Draco, he's long gone. Umbitch has brainwashed him so it might be a while 'til you both speak but he's stopped speaking to me aswell" Theo shuffled to put his legs up on the sofa.
Silence.
"Oh sod it" Y/N tossed her glass to her side and it smashed into dozens of little shards. She grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey and started downing it. Theo tapped her legs indicating she swung hers up and mirrored him.
"So, tell me everything start to finish and no tears, alright?"
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