I lay in my dorm room, staring into the ceiling. My phone dings, I almost don’t look at the message. It’s from him, Draco, and he’s high again. Why does he only text me when he’s high? We’ve been broken up for months now, over a stupid fight. We always fight.
Jordyn was forced to sit by Draco during potions, no matter what she said he’d never talk back to her, pretended she wasn’t even there. Jordyn commented about how much she liked his ring near the end of class. She’s sitting in her dorm with Pansy when her owl swoops in, carrying the ring he was wearing followed with a note saying: “Thought it might look good on you.”
Draco and I just broke up after being together for a long time. Blaise, Pansy, Astoria, Theo, Draco and I sit in the Slytherin Common room at night playing a game of truth or dare. Theo dares Draco to kiss the prettiest person in the room, his lips meet Astoria’s.
The cheers from the Hufflepuff stands echoed through the crisp afternoon air as Jordyn, a Slytherin draped in emerald and silver, sat with her arms crossed high in the stadium. She hated to admit it, but Hufflepuff had played an incredible game—and Cedric Diggory’s final dive for the Snitch was nearly flawless.