❝I will protect you from any harm.
If anyone tries to hurt you, I will kill them.❞

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I sigh, tapping my quill on my desk with a slight amount of sound so it wouldn't bother anyone.

Alem is sitting right next to me while keeping his un-breaking attention to our Potions teacher with his own Potions book left wide open in front of him and his own fancy red quill held on his right hand.

It's been a few months since Draco and I have had that argument in our own dorm room.

Now, I feel bad, obviously. He didn't know that I was triggered by his actions a few months ago when I was back in the common room after Harry, Ron, Hermione and I saw Fluffy in the third floor.

But all I could feel was the anger and the fear that was mixed in that moment that I couldn't find it in myself to actually speak to him properly or even forgive him.

My pride isn't even allowing me to do that anyway.

Ever since then, we didn't talk to each other.

We would occasionally glance at each other from time to time to acknowledge that we were in the same room but that's about it.

No 'hello's were involved or even one word of greeting from the two of us.

Now, is it fair for me to just keep on ignoring him when it's clearly my own fault and my own feelings making these stupid and dumb decisions that might make me feel immense regret for the rest of the year?

No, of course not but what else can I do?

My anxiety and my overthinking thoughts wouldn't let me waltz up to him and go: "Hey, Draco! Sorry for ignoring you for a few months now! It wasn't your fault and it was mine so are we cool now?"

And besides, that would be extremely awkward on its own.

Alem found it weird that we weren't communicating anymore but he didn't question anything and probably thought that it's for the best.
Putting these thoughts aside, I also had to help Harry and the two Gryffindors figure out some things that Fluffy might be guarding in that trap door although I already knew what it was in the first place.

It's hard acting so clueless almost 99% of the time because I just get this urge of wanting to tell them the things that are going to happen right away.

But, of course I shouldn't do anything because I can't afford to change anything in this world.

I might be dreaming in this world and I can freely change anything if I want to but I can't afford to take that risk.

Not now, at least.

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Erised for the past few months either.

They haven't been teasing me or bothering me but really, it's for the best.

I don't want to see them anyway and I don't want them to constantly remind me that I'm dreaming this world and I'm on my way to my grave because I still don't know the task that Erised wants me to do.

"...you will find all of those information on page 189 to page 194." Professor Snape's monotone voice along with the entire class' groans snapped me back to reality.

I realized that I haven't been paying attention to Professor Snape for half of the class.

I mentally cursed myself as I glanced down at my book and noticed that I was on page 178 while Alem was on page 185.

I hurriedly closed my book as the Potions teacher was heading towards me, or to make it less intimitading, to the door of the classroom.

He didn't need to know that I wasn't paying attention to him for a while unless I wanted detention.

Though it's more unlikely that he's going to put Slytherin students in detention anyway.

He's given me a couple of warnings before but never punished me.

I can't say the same for the other houses though, especially Gryffindor.

I guess that's one thing I shouldn't worry about but I know I can't take advantage of Professor Snape's tolerating attitude towards the Slytherin house.

If I go too far, he's probably going to expel me.

As Professor Snape left the classroom, multiple students began to pack up and filed out of the classroom as well like a bunch of ants.

I also began to pack up, placing my books, my notes, my quill and my ink bottle inside my bag.

"Uh, Alem... What's on page 189 and page 194?" I asked as stand up and sling my bag over my shoulder.

Alem looked up to me in confusion and stopped arranging his books and his notes.

"Haven't you been listening?" He asked with one eyebrow cocked up. I gave my brother a sheepish smile and looked away shamefully.

"I... uh... have been listening but only on the first half of the class." I chuckle nervously at my brother who sighed and inserted his books and his notes inside his own bag.

"Then you don't need to worry about it; it's basically the same lesson but Professor Snape just wanted us to add a little bit more information and wanted us to understand it by ourselves by reading what's on those pages." Alem stood up and also slings his bag over his shoulder.

"No homework?" I asked with a little hint of hopefulness in my voice.

I've been bombarded with a lot of homework recently and I just want to take a rest without getting another one right after finishing one.

"Essay, actually. One roll of parchment." Alem smiles and starts to walk out of the classroom while I was left there while groaning loudly.

Just when I thought I could have a little moment of peace.

"Are you kidding me!?" I start to follow Alem by running up to him as he reached the door.

"And no, I'm not helping you this time." Alem said, taking a left turn with his (H/C) hair bouncing in every step. His words were enough to make me cry internally.

Almost all of my essays and homework get an E because Alem helped with most of them by helping me write some important points and words down that are necessary to the demon spawn that is homework.

If he didn't, I get an A which is fairly... okay, I guess. I mean, I only want to pass anyway but I just felt like I could do better than that.

"I already have a bunch of homework that are almost due and I need to stay focused on them." Alem added while running his fingers through his now messy hair.

I pouted but it's not like I can keep relying on him anyway.

I'm the oldest twin, for god's sake. I need to act like one.

"It's fine. It's my fault anyway but can you, at least, define me some stuff I can't understand?" I pout as I walk beside my brother. He shrugs and keeps his eyes forward while avoiding any students he could bump on the way.

"Eh, sure. Just don't bother me a lot when I'm doing some work, alright?" Alem said as I nod at his answer with a grin plastered on my face.

He's the best brother ever.

I take my eyes away from Alem and they immediately landed on the platinum blonde haired boy that was about to walk past us.

Draco was walking right between Crabbe and Goyle as always but beside Crabbe was a tall boy with a stern look on his face. He kinda reminded me of Dean for some reason.

But the only other Slytherin boy I know who's tall besides Draco and Alem (although he isn't really that tall)  is Blaise Zabini so I assume that he's Zabini.

I didn't keep my attention to Zabini for long as I returned them back to Draco, who's now staring back at me.

His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at me but beneath those eyes of his was an emotion I couldn't really put my finger on. It's like he was putting on a mask.

But I didn't miss the slight hint of sadness that he had in his eyes.

It was almost un-noticable until I realized I was deeply staring into his own eyes which was embarrassing.

I only blinked at him as we passed each other through this busy hallway full of chatty students who couldn't care less about anyone passing them.

I narrowed my eyes and felt another twinge of guilt running down my conscience.

I really, really hate this feeling.

Out of all the emotions I had to feel, this one had to come down and ruin my day now, didn't it?

Guilt was something I didn't want to feel anymore. It was a distracting emotion that messes with my own thoughts and makes me overthink about a lot of things.

It makes me want to decide things using my own emotions although I do that a lot already.

I huff, silently gritting my teeth and trying to forget that encounter just now.

"(Y/N)?" I heard Alem call my name beside me. I snapped out of my own thoughts and gave my attention back to Alem, who looked at me with a confused glare.

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking about some things." I apologized and gave him a smile. He frowned slightly but didn't take it any further.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" He asked while grinning enthusiastically. It was my turn to become confused.

Well, this is new. He wasn't usually this cheerful.

"Uh, no. Why do you ask?" I pursed my lips and glanced around my surroundings for a short moment to see where we are now.

We're right in front of the Great Hall. The bustling movements and the loud chatters of the students filled my ears.

It almost felt like it was a market of some sort.

"Jeez, did you forget already?" Alem asked. I turned to look at him, confused about what he was talking about.

"Forget what?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised. My brother sighed and gave me a look with his head slightly tilted to the side.

"(Y/N), it's Halloween." He simply stated and began to walk inside the Great Hall with me following shortly behind him with a surprised look on my face.

I mentally face palmed myself.

Oh, how could I forget such an important day!? Today's the day where Quirrell was going to let a mountain troll in inside Hogwarts as a distraction to get past Fluffy!

You stupid idiot, I thought to myself with scorn.

I was going to plan something for tonight and today but the thought of Halloween just slipped off of my mind that I didn't even plan anything at all!

Ugh, this sucks.

"O-Oh, yeah. I guess it just slipped away from my mind." I chuckled nervously as we reached the Slytherin table.

I set my bag down and sat down on the bench, trying to make myself comfortable.

Alem took the empty spot next to me and pouted as he glanced over at my nervous face.

"How can it just 'slip away' from your mind? It's your favorite holiday-" Alem paused, closing his eyes before opening both of his eyes and his mouth once more.

"Our favorite holiday, I mean." He said and grabbed a spoon from the table.

"I wouldn't say Halloween is my favorite holiday...?" My voice squeaked at the end as Alem turned to look at me with a both confused and sad look.

"I mean, eh... I'm pretty neutral about every single holiday so..." I fumbled with my words.

I was trying to reassure Alem that I wasn't into Halloween (though I'm not really into it in the first place) because it's also his favorite holiday.

Why? I wouldn't know.

I'm his older brother/sister but it's not like I know everything about him. I wasn't aware that I would have a brother in this fictional world, anyway.

Alem gently dropped his spoon to the tad as he kept his sad gaze on me with his shoulders slumped, making me feel bad all of a sudden.

Oh god, I messed up big time. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings or anything! That wasn't my intent!

"Oh... right, you lost your memories." He said and turned his eyes away from me as he lifted his spoon to get a serving of some random food on the table.

I blinked.

Oh yeah, I lost my memories. I can't really wrap my head around this entire memories scenario.

I mean, I just came here in this fictional world to escape my real world and have fun.

I didn't expect that I'd have a twin brother and a history in this world.

I didn't even expect that I'd have a family. A loving and stable family at that.

I was surprised, to say the least.

I wonder why Erised just gave me all of these... people who I'm supposedly close with.

I don't even know these people to begin with, so why bother?

I guess it's for me to fit in better in this world? But why add too much people?

It feels like I'm in a poorly written fanfiction.

"Oh yeah right... I-I did." I stuttered and glanced away from my brother.

Silence engulfed the two of us and the only thing that I can hear are the noisy students in the Great Hall.

Well shit, this is getting awkward. I don't know what to say anymore.

"You've... been pretty calm about it for the past few months." I horribly tried to start a conversation.

My aim was to steer away from the memory loss subject but being the idiot that I am, I couldn't think of anything else so I just went for that.

"Well, just like you, it slipped away from my mind and I didn't really think about it too much because I know you'll get them back in a few days or so because I assumed that you just hit your head very hard but..." Alem spared me a one second glance before he continued to fill his plate with food.

"I guess that wasn't the case." He flatly said, placing his plate down gently to the table.

He still looked sad. I guess he was looking forward to our Halloween celebration tonight.

I felt bad. He might not be my real brother but he's still family to me.

I should, at least, make it up to him for being a forgetful older brother/sister.

"So what do we do on Halloween? What makes it so special to us?" I smile and picked my plate up from the table, along with a spoon in order to grab all of these delicacies I see before me.

"Well we..." Alem paused for a while, looking sideways as if he was contemplating whether he should tell me or not.

"We make grab our blankets and our pillows... and we use them to build our own pillow fort." He chuckled, a memory flashing through his (E/C) eyes.

It was nice, seeing him like that.

"We grab our flashlights and use them as our light source but since it wasn't enough to light up the entire fort, we would sneak down to the storage room and steal the Christmas lights." He continued, laughing in mid-sentence.

I hummed to make him know that I was still listening.

Hearing this from Alem makes me feel all warm and fuzzy because it sounds like we both had a pretty wonderful childhood, building forts and all that.

"We litter the interior and the exterior of the fort with the Christmas lights but since we were scared of getting electrocuted, we don't... plug it so we just leave it like that." He takes a breath before he continues the story.

"Then, we start to lay down and... tell each other stories that we randomly think of. We always start our stories off with something scary but halfway through the story, we just butcher it by making it sound cute. Then, we continue to do this until one of us falls asleep... and the one who falls asleep first will have to do a scary dare." Alem grabbed his spoon and took a spoonful of his own food from his plate and as I placed my plate down to the table and looked at him, signalling for him to continue.

"It may not be much but... everything just feels so peaceful during our Halloween nights because it's just us in our little pillow fort. It reminds me of the fact that; even when we often disagree and fight each other, we're still siblings and we're inseparable and we still have time to make up with each other by telling silly stories or just... stealing Christmas lights even though it's Halloween..." Alem stared at his spoon for a moment until he lowered it down to his plate and turned to look at me with a sad smile.

He didn't say anything after that but he didn't need to.

I understand what he was trying to say with that sad smile of his.

I opened up my mouth to speak but Alem's chuckle cut me off.

"It doesn't matter, (Y/N). I know that we also need to grow up sometimes and you know, we're wizards and witches now so we need to be more serious and all that." Alem said, his voice obviously laced with sadness as he turned away from me and gently lifted his spoon up to his mouth.

I couldn't say anything.

No words could come out of my mouth.

. . .

. . .

There it is again, the same feeling that I felt when I saw Draco earlier.

It crawls up to my spine which makes my body feel tingly in a very bad way.

My mind was clouded with grim and sad thoughts as I glanced away from my eating brother.

I began to eat in silence as well. The chattering noises of the students around the Great Hall washed over me like a huge tsunami and I was forced to retreat back to my silent thoughts in order to block them all away from my ears.

Alem's my brother. No doubt about that.

He was the first person I've ever been introduced to ever since I came into this world with no memories.

I'm sure it meant that he was very important to me somehow and the fact that he's still with me even though I'm acting as a horrible older brother/sister only strengthens that meaning.

I don't know anything about him or what he really is before we came to Hogwarts but  that doesn't change the fact that I'm still his older brother/sister who he could look up to or just have fun with in general.

I don't want to ruin that for him.

So I need to do something, at least.

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"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation or the ability to make objects fly!" Professor Flitwick waved his hands around for a short while while he held his own wand.

(Y/N) sat next to Alem with their eyes half-lidded as drowsiness was starting to consume their entire body.

They tried to fight it though since they had to stay awake for the next incident that's about to happen.

"Now, do you have all your feathers?" Professor Flitwick asked, casting his small eyes around the class.

He gave Hermione a soft smile when she grabbed her own feather from her desk and lifted it up for Professor Flitwick to see.

Ron glanced over at Hermione and rolled his eyes as he returned his attention back to the Charms teacher with his head nestled between his arms and the Charms book placed underneath his arms.

"Wonderful! Now, remember the motion that we practiced, everyone!" Professor Flitwick raised his hand,

"Swish and flick!" He said, repeating the same words twice while the other students follow their Charms teachers' actions.

(Y/N) just felt groggy to even follow what Professor Flitwick was doing.

They were just tired all of a sudden.

It wasn't until Alem lightly nudged them from the side which caused their (E/C) to snap open from the sudden contact.

(Y/N) sent Alem a glare before straightening themselves on their seat and tried to stay focused.

Alem, satisfied with what his older sibling is doing, returned their attention back to the Charms teacher.

"Now, with that motion, I want you all to make the feather levitate using the spell 'Wingardium Leviosa'," Professor Flitwick said and got into a stance,

"Wingardium Leviosa, off you go!" He clapped his hands as the students grabbed their wands and did the 'swish and flick' motion but couldn't really pronounce the spell right which is why it wasn't working.

(Y/N) blinked tiredly and snatched their wand from their table after they yawned softly.

They stared at their wand for a moment until they looked beside them to see how Alem was doing with this simple instruction.

He wasn't really doing anything either. Alem was just looking at the other students chanting the spell wrong with the same hand movements with their wands held on their hands.

The youngest Rosewood knew that he could do it better, not trying to be cocky or anything.

But, he really can.

(Y/N) shifted their attention to Hermione, who was already wincing as Ron was waving his wand up and down vigorously.

"No stop, stop, stop, stop." The bushy haired Gryffindor intervened and held Ron back from trying to conjure the spell.

"You're going to take someone's eye out." She says, clearly annoyed as she gave Ron a look.

The other Gryffindor huffed annoyingly as well, placing his wand down to the table, creating a soft thud sound.

"Besides, you're saying it wrong; it's Levi-o-sa not Levio-saa." Hermione dragged the 'saa' from the Leviosa, almost as if she was mocking the red haired Gryffindor in front of her.

Ron, who clearly had enough of her attitude, rolled his eyes and scoffed at Hermione.

"You do it then if you're so clever." He cocked his eyebrows up mockingly.

"Go on, go on!" He said, egging Hermione to do the spell right.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her feather as she coughed softly for a short moment before doing the 'swish and flick' motion that Professor Flitwick wanted everyone to do.

"Wingardium Leviosa." The bushy haired Gryffindor casted with no mistakes.

On cue, the feather started floating mid-air, catching the eyes of many other students who were still trying to do the spell right.

Hermione flicks her hand up so that the feather keeps going up until it caught the attention of Professor Flitwick, who exclaimed happily at the sight.

"Well done! See here, everyone? Miss Granger's done it!" Professor Flitwick smiled happily at the female Gryffindor which caused her to smirk at the red haired Gryffindor beside her, who was annoyed and nestled his head back again between his arms while muttering some things between his breath.

Alem felt himself smiling as he saw Hermione being successful with conjuring the spell at her first try which led him to pick his own wand up and mimicked what Hermione did.

"Wingardium Leviosa." The youngest Rosewood said and the feather began to float mid-air.

He didn't stop there, however.

Alem flicked his wrist to the left which caused the feather to violently swoop over to the left.

The students' attention was now on the violent feather that Alem controlled which made them gawk from the fact that he also conjured the same spell right.

Alem flicked his wrist around, allowing the feather to move around the room to his liking.

(Y/N) chuckled to themselves as they began to see the feather that their brother controlled as a bird.

Not wanting to be left out, (Y/N) waved their wand around the feather.

"Wingardium Leviosa." An on cue, the feather also began to levitate.

With a sly grin, (Y/N) zoomed their feather towards Alem's, who was casually floating around the room without a care in the world.

Their feather crashed at Alem's, making the youngest Rosewood's feather stumble away softly from the sudden impact.

Alem glanced at (Y/N) with narrowed yet mischievous (E/C) eyes that asked 'are you challenging me?'

"How delightful! Even the Rosewood twins have done it! Keep up the good work everyone!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands with glee but the Rosewood twins paid no heed to their teacher's compliment.

They were having a staring contest but they also had sly grins plastered on their faces.

Thing were about to get heated between the two until a loud explosive echoed around the room, causing the twins' gazes to snap away from each other and turned to look at their classmate who caused the explosion.

Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor who has the tendency to blow things up with just a flick of their wand, stared at his burnt feather floating down to his desk as the sizzles around the fluffy item was still visible to the naked eye.

Professor Flitwick almost stumbled back from his podium while he looked at Seamus with a completely surprised look.

"...I think we're gonna need a new feather over here, sir..." Harry said, looking back at Seamus with the same shocked look that everyone has.

How can he even manage to blow things up randomly?

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Charms class is over.

As everyone was packing up, my eyes traced over to Hermione who was just packing her things up.

I bite my lip and turned to look at Alem, who already got his things in his bag.

"Do you mind going ahead first? I'll meet you in the Great Hall tonight for the Halloween feast." I smiled, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

Alem looked confused but shrugged and nodded nonetheless.

"Alright. I'll see you there." Alem waved as he walked out of the classroom.

I returned his wave before walking up to Hermione with a gulp of breath.

"Hey, Hermione! Good job back there! You're really skilled with spells, huh?" I complimented, gripping the handle of my bag tight.

Starting a conversation is something I can't do so the immense anxiety I have right now is almost eating me whole.

What if I say something wrong?

"Oh, thank you. You and your brother seems to be more skillful than I am, though." Hermione chuckles and slings her bag over her shoulder before grabbing her books and holding them close to her chest.

"Ah... yeah, we used to... do some practice spells before we came to Hogwarts, I guess?" I laughed nervously as I began to think back at that time when Alem said that we were practicing spells, including Obliviate, before we came here.

I guess that explains how Alem's already great with spells though I'm still a little bit sucky at it.

"I've done the same thing. They've all worked for me so I assume that your practice spells worked too?" Hermione grinned and we began to file out of the classroom.

"Yeah. I'm still a little bit... erm, inexperienced though." (Y/N) cracked a nervous smile but Hermione simply chuckled once more and turned her eyes to the path.

"You're very strange, (Y/N)." The Gryffindor beside them said. (Y/N) cocked their eyebrow up in confusion as they looked at Hermione.

"Pardon?" They asked.

Hermione heard the tone of their voice and immediately assumed that they were offended by her words.

"Oh, I didn't mean for it to be a bad thing." She reassured with a smile.

"It's just that; you say and act like you know everything that's going on and... well, let's not forget the fact that you're a Slytherin yet you seem to be disconnected from your own house." Hermione said, which made (Y/N) sweat nervously.

They didn't think that it was that obvious.

They tried very hard to act as if they don't know anything at all but they think that it's probably gotten to the point where they started to act in exaggeration.

Which makes it obvious.

"Well, I guess that's just how I am." (Y/N) shrugged while chuckling to ease the tension in their body.

"It's Levi-oooh-sa! not Levio-saa!" Ron mocked Hermione's words during Charms class along with his group of Gryffindor friends chuckling at Ron's impersonation of the female Gryffindor.

Hermione's ears perked at the sound of Ron's voice.

She looked confused but her face immediately morphed into sadness as tears were starting to fall out of her eyes.

(Y/N) frowned, glancing over at Ron, who was laughing along with the other Gryffindors.

"She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends!" And that was the last straw.

Hermione zoomed away from (Y/N) and bumped Ron along the way, her head hung down low so anyone wouldn't see her tears trickling down to her cheeks.

"Hermione!" (Y/N) called out to their female Gryffindor friend with a huge frown plastered on to their face.

Ron's friends, including Harry, stopped walking as they watched Hermione's figure disappear into the crowd.

"I think she heard you..." (Y/N) heard Harry mumble.

Even though (Y/N) knows that this is all going to be settled soon, they still couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance that they had for Ron in this scene.

He didn't have to say that.

(Y/N), who had a mild angry look on their face walked towards Ron and leaned closer to his face as an act of intimidation.

"Think before you speak, Weasley because I am her friend. If there's anyone who's a nightmare between the two of you for acting so inconsiderate and cocky, it would be you." (Y/N) narrowed their eyes and stepped away from Ron, who gulped and mimicked (Y/N)'s angry look.

The (H/C) haired Slytherin was about to run towards the girl's lavatory to find Hermione until Ron spoke up.

"What, a Slytherin like you? You're just as irresponsible, cocky and inconsiderate like the other Slytherins so don't act like you're any better than them." (Y/N) stopped dead on their tracks with their eyes widened, clearly offended, surprised yet angry at the same time.

Harry tugged on Ron's sleeve, a look of worry spread across his face.

"Ron, let's go." The raven haired boy beckoned for his friend to follow him but Ron wouldn't budge.

The Gryffindor inside him won't let him.

(Y/N) turned around, their eyes narrowed and their lips pursed in anger.

A fire was lighting up inside their own eyes.

A fire of anger.

"Now, listen here, Weasley because I'm only going to say this once." They said as they stomped over to the red haired Gryffindor who slightly flinched at how angry (Y/N) looked.

"Don't go and assume things that you don't know about; I'm a Slytherin, not because I have an attitude that's equivalent to shit but because I have high ambitions and would want them to come true with all my might. That's how important they are to me." (Y/N) poked Ron's chest with their finger scornfully and bit their lip so hard that they were starting to taste the metallic taste of blood circling around their tongue.

Neville, Seamus, Harry and Ron slightly gasped when they heard (Y/N) swear.

Aren't they gonna get in trouble for saying something like that?

"You say that Slytherins act inconsiderate and mean when you're doing the same thing right now. How hypocritical do you have to be?" They shook their head in pure disappointment for Ron, who didn't respond and simply looked away from (Y/N).

"You know what, Weasley? It's fine, I know that you never liked me in the first place and you obviously have no plans of being my friend. So, let's just stick to that and never talk to each other again." (Y/N) scoffed, turning around as their back faced the group.

"Unless you want to get hexed." They walked away from the group in a fast pace and towards the girl's lavatory with their eyes slightly burning from the tears that threatened to spill out.

They held them back, of course. They can't show any form of weakness to anyone.

Draco, who had witnessed the whole thing (much to his displeasure) with his friends, saw (Y/N) walking towards them with their head slightly hung low and their grip on their bag obviously tightened.

"(Y/N)," The platinum haired boy called out as he stepped forward to meet (Y/N) with worry visible on his tone of voice.

The (H/C) haired Slytherin gave them a small quick glance before looking away from Draco.

"Not now, Draco." (Y/N) quickly walked past him and disappearing into the hallway.

They sounded very sad yet at the same time, very annoyed.

Draco watched (Y/N)'s figure disappear until he turned around to look at the red haired Gryffindor who made them feel sad.

The Malfoy's eyes were narrowed in pure rage and his silver eyes almost had a glint of red due to the anger that was seething inside of him.

If looks could kill, Ron would probably be dead by now.

He was starting to breathe heavily, holding himself back from strangling Ron right on the spot.

Draco could care less about the students who were watching him give this dangerous and scary glare that was only intended for Ron, all he could see was red.

And that's what he wanted Ron to be drowned in.

"Draco?" Crabbe called out, waving his hand in front of the Malfoy.

Draco snapped out of his murderous daze and turned to look at Crabbe, a look of anger still visible on his features which caused the boy to flinch.

"What?" He asked, turning away from Ron and starts to walk towards the hallways as Crabbe and Goyle followed him.

"N-Nothing..." Crabbe stuttered and kept his mouth shut.

Draco rolled his eyes at this and kept walking towards the Slytherin common room, all while (Y/N) invaded his thoughts once more.

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You stupid, stupid idiot!

I stomped my way to the girl's lavatory with an annoyed look.

Due to the incident that happened just now, I couldn't even think straight or realize that some of the students were looking at me weirdly.

But let's be honest; would I give a shit?

No, I wouldn't.

I let my anger fester and infect me once again. If only I kept my mouth shut and just followed after Hermione, then everything would've went well!

But did I listen to my logical brain?

No.

It would've been easy, damn it. It would've been easier to just follow Hermione after she ran away rather than confronting Ron and telling him to set his mind straight as if I'm some sort of a hero/heroine that saves the day!

I know that I didn't have to do that but the annoyance that I felt for Ron really couldn't be held back.

And now, I begin to mentally curse myself for letting myself being taken over by my emotions.

I hate it so much, I want it to disappear completely from the world.

And now, things are about to get awkward between me and Ron, all because I chose to be a stupid idiot by relying on my emotions to fix the problem which could've been fixed a while ago if I just listened to my brain.

Ugh, it's so frustrating.

Then again, Ron's words stroke a nerve in my body and not in a good way.

I deserved and knew what he was going to say if he was going to retaliate but damn, it still hurts.

I take a sharp breath and held it in to stop myself from crying although my lungs are about to burst and my body is forcing me to just let it all out.

But I wasn't going to listen.

I'm that stubborn.

Eventually, with my angry stomps and my annoyed yet sad look, I reached the girl's lavatory and just taking a peek from the outside made me realize that this bathroom is dimly lit.

Which means that it's creepy.

But nonetheless, I shook my slightly scared self away and stepped inside.

My shoes squeaked against the tiled floors which would obviously make Hermione's ears perk up.

"Mione...?" I called out to the female Gryffindor who was hiding inside one of the bathroom stalls.

I made sure that my voice wasn't cracked or anything, otherwise she'll ask something about what happened.

And I don't want to tell her about it.

I heard a sniffle from the first bathroom stall and immediately knew that Hermione was there.

I mean, she's sitting on the floor so her crouched position is clearly seen as she rests her back against the right side of the wall though I haven't really noticed it at first.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I glanced down at the small opening of the right side of the bathroom stall and saw Hermione shift in her position.

"...I'm fine. Please leave me alone." She said, her voice cracked and a few hiccups accompanying her as she said those words.

My eyes became half-lidded and paused for a moment before settling myself down on the floor and pressing my back against the side of the bathroom stall.

I can feel the heat from Hermione's back radiating towards mine as an indication that she is, indeed, there.

"You don't seem fine to me." I replied and glanced out to the lavatory's doorway.

"I'll keep you company so you wouldn't feel alone, at least." I closed my eyes after a while and took a small deep breath as I listened to the female Gryffindor sniffle and sob for a little while.

"Why are you being... so nice to me?" She asked, sniffling in the process. I opened my eyes at this question and found it ridiculous.

"Is there any reason why I shouldn't be?" I tilt my head slightly to the side as if I'm looking at Hermione from my shoulders.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, her voice echoing around the lavatory and almost caught me off guard from how loud she was.

"You're a Slytherin; you're not supposed to befriend me!" Hermione argued and I couldn't help but scoff at her words silently.

"And I know that you find me annoying, at least!" She added, shifting in her position once more.

I sighed at this.

Honestly, I'm getting tired from all of the Slytherin stereotypes that they're all throwing around.

"Hermione, haven't I already told you that my house doesn't define who I am or who I hang out with? I can be friends with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws without keeping that house rivalry in mind because it doesn't matter, to me at least." I sighed and closed my eyes once more, feeling the same drowsiness that I had during class come again.

"And it's not an exception when it comes to you." I added and waited for Hermione's reply but I didn't hear anything from her so I continued.

"And sure, I might find you annoying sometimes but that's just what it is; we all have flaws and things that other people might find unpleasant but the only thing that matters if they're good enough to stay, even with all of your flaws." I said before taking a small deep breath from all the words that just came out of my mouth.

I was being honest; Hermione is a really good person but she can be annoying sometimes.

I don't want to say that she's not annoying at all when I did find her annoying a couple of times already.

Because that'd be a lie and the last thing that Hermione would want me to do right now is to lie.

Like they said,

Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie.

I inwardly laughed to myself because I know that I'm being such a hypocrite right now.

I already lied Hermione so many times before and it's not just Hermione,

I've lied to so many people.

So how can I say that what I'm saying to my friend right now, who's asking me to tell her the truth, isn't a lie too?

"...You're so weird." Hermione finally speaks up with a small chuckle escaping her lips. I smiled at this.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I chuckle back and yawned, the urge of just wanting to fall asleep in a dirty, dimly lit lavatory growing stronger.

"Are you tired?" Hermione asks, shifting slightly inside the bathroom stall.

"Yeah... I didn't get enough sleep apparently." My voice became quieter and quieter by the moment as I hugged myself close, using my large Slytherin robe as a makeshift blanket to cover myself from the cold.

Everything was silent for a moment until I heard the sound of a lock clicking and sets of footsteps coming towards me.

The warmth that I felt from Hermione's back disappeared, indicating that she wasn't in the stall anymore.

A shadow towered over me and I raise my head with tired yet curious, half-lidded eyes.

"...Do you want to stay in the stall or..." She asked as she looked away. Her voice was nervous but still cracking due to the sobs and the crying she did a few minutes ago.

Well, considering that the troll is gonna come in and I'm gonna fall asleep for a moment...

"Let's get in the stall; I don't feel safe sleeping in a dimly lit space... if you get what I'm saying." I slowly stand up and dust off any dirt that got on my robe.

Hermione chuckled softly and led me inside the bathroom stall as soon as I finished dusting off any dirt that got on my robe.

I wonder if we can even fit in this small stall.

I mean, we're both 11 year olds so we're technically small too but isn't it gonna be a little cramped, or something?

As I stepped inside and felt Hermiome's shoulders brush with mine as she closed the door, my suspicions were correct.

"It's kinda... cramped in here with the two of us." I glance down and settled myself on the floor.

Good thing that the floor isn't that  dirty.

"It is but at least we managed to fit inside." Hermione shrugged and settled on the floor beside me.

We were both trying to get ourselves comfortable by shifting in our positions for a while until my drowsiness took a hold of me once more and made me rest my head on Hermione's shoulder.

She was startled but she relaxed eventually.

Because I was so close to her, I could smell her flowery scent.

It lingers in my nose but I didn't really mind since it's a really good smell too.

It wasn't strong like... men's cologne or something. It's just perfect.

I can't tell if it's from her robe, the uniform underneath it or her shampoo that's causing this flowery scent but my brain's too tired to comprehend where it came from.

"...wake me up..." My voice trailed off as I closed my eyes and let the darkness and dreams overtake my entire mind.

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Hermione stared down at the now sleeping (Y/N) beside her.

They were already snoring softly and she'd be lying if she said that their sleeping face and their snores weren't cute.

The Gryffindor started to wonder about (Y/N) again since she couldn't wrap her head around about how complicated they are.

Though, she really is thankful to have the (H/C) haired Slytherin be with her at this moment because they helped her ease her mind away from Ron and the things that he said to her.

Hermione sighed and rested her head on top of (Y/N)'s.

Even with all of the rumbling thoughts invading the Gryffindor's mind, she closed her eyes and tried to mute them all away as she, too, felt herself being dragged away by sleep.

»»-----　♡　-----««

Night fell.

The Great Hall is packed with children chatting happily and eating everything they see on the table as it is the Halloween feast.

And, of course, Halloween.

Multiple pumpkins floated around the room with their eyes and mouth seemingly glowing eerily to give themselves a creepy vibe.

The candles were also floating beside the pumpkins to contribute to their creepiness along with the slight rumble of thunder growing on the fake night sky on the Great Hall's ceiling.

Everything seemed to be perfect tonight.

Until a certain (H/C) haired boy was starting to feel worry and concern for their older sibling as he couldn't spot them or see them in the Slytherin table.

Alem frowned, placing his hands in front of an open book on his lap while he looked around the Great Hall for any signs of his older sibling.

His plate remained empty and he reserved the spot beside him just so he could eat together with (Y/N).

They did tell him that they'll see him during the feast so where are they?

Alem glanced over at the Gryffindor table, thinking that (Y/N) might've sat with the golden trio again but to his dismay, they weren't there either.

And he realized that Hermione wasn't there too.

The youngest Rosewood turned his attention towards Draco and bit his lip, obviously regretting what he was about to say next.

"...Malfoy." He said, trying to get Draco's attention.

The platinum blonde haired boy turned to look at Alem curiously.

"Have... you seen (Y/N)?" Alem asked, fidgeting on his seat.

Draco paused for moment to take a look at his worried face before shaking his head sideways.

"No, I haven't." He replied which caused Alem's shoulder to drop and his worried expression growing deeper and deeper every second.

"But," Draco started, which caused Alem to jerk their head up to look at the platinum blonde haired boy.

"They had a fight with Weasley over there a while ago if that helps. Maybe one of the Gryffindors know where they went." Draco glanced over at Ron, who was talking to Harry while eating some Halloween candies from the Gryffindor table.

Alem's eyebrow cocked in confusion as he heard Draco say those words.

"They got into a fight? What for?" He asked, leaning closer towards his fellow Slytherin.

Draco paused for a moment, suddenly remembering how hurt (Y/N) looked when they walked past him.

Another fire of anger was about to ignite in his mind but he tried to keep in under control since he didn't want to get expelled so quickly by killing Ron right then and there.

But if there weren't any damn rules, Draco would've attacked the Weasley right now.

Draco rolled his eyes while huffing angrily and rested his head on his palm.

"Weasley said something bad about Rosewood. That's all I know, to be honest." He shrugged and grabbed a lollipop from a basket full of candies.

Alem narrowed his eyes and slightly slammed his open book on the table as he climbed out of his seat and stomped his way towards the Gryffindor table where Ron sat.

As the youngest Rosewood was nearing his way towards the table, specifically Ron, Harry nudged his friend's sleeve to grab his attention and looked up at Alem with a slightly uncomfortable face.

"Hey, Weasley." Before Ron could pick up what Harry was hinting at, Alem already spoke up to grab Ron's attention which made the red haired Gryffindor turn to look at the owner of the voice.

Neville, who had heard and realized Alem's voice and features, gulped and looked away since he probably knows how this is going to end.

Both Gryffindors, who gave their attention to the (H/C) haired Slytherin behind them, was speechless since they didn't want to cause a trouble.

Not in front of Dumbledore and the whole Great Hall, for Merlin's sake.

Alem paused, thinking about what he was going to say or ask next to the Gryffindors.

Now, he was slightly pissed off per say but he wasn't going to lose his cool and pick a fight.

He's not an idiot.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked flatly, his narrowed eyes glaring through Ron's soul.

The red haired boy gulped slightly and turned to look at his raven haired friend beside him, wondering how he should answer the Slytherin's question.

Because he didn't know.

And it's obvious that Alem knows about what happened between him and (Y/N) a while ago (even though Alem doesn't know anything that much)

Neville heard Alem's question which caused his shoulders to rise.

He pursed his lips and wondered if he should tell Alem about (Y/N)'s whereabouts but he was asking Ron, not him.

Should he?

"Um..." Ron stuttered, not knowing what to answer.

Neville, upon hearing Ron's stuttering, turned to look at Alem which caught the Slytherin's attention but he still kept his glare at Ron.

"E-Excuse me?" Neville said, slightly raising his hand up to make Alem turn to look at him.

Alem turned away from Ron and transfixed his gaze towards Neville instead.

The annoyance and impatience that Alem's glare had made Neville flinch slightly but he stood his ground and spoke up to tell Alem about his sister/brother's whereabouts.

"P-Parvati said that she saw (Y/N) enter the girl's bathroom shortly after Hermione went inside. She said that they were probably there all afternoon, crying..." Neville answered, looking away from Alem's scary glare.

The Slytherin's eyes narrowed harder when Neville said that (Y/N) was in the bathroom with Hermione, crying all afternoon.

He turned to look at Ron with the hardest death glare he could ever produce with his (E/C) eyes and was about to cause a scene but he stopped himself since this was the Great Hall and he knows that he isn't the type to lose his temper suddenly.

Alem wasn't mad at Harry though he was skeptical about him since he was obviously with Ron when the fight between him and (Y/N) happened.

Oh, but no one makes his twin sibling cry and got away with it so easily.

Especially on their favorite holiday.

Ron felt relieved that Neville was the one to answer Alem's question but immediately felt uncomfortable again once he saw how hard Alem's glare was.

Just as Alem was about to open his mouth to say something, the Great Hall's large doors busted open with a shouting and terrified Professor Quirrell running at the center of the hall.

"Troll! Troll! In the dungeon!" He shouted, his voice echoing around the now silent Great Hall. Everyone's attention was on the DADA teacher.

Professor Quirrell stopped running and looked at Dumbledore and the other professors who stood up from their seat, staring at Professor Quirrell.

"...Thought you wanna know." He said as his eyes rolled at the back of his head and collapsed down to the floor.

Silence engulfed the entire Great Hall that it started to scare Alem.

All eyes were on Professor Quirrell's collapsed body until a thunder rumbled through the night sky on the Great Hall's ceiling.

Everyone started to scream out of fear and terror, due to the fact that there was an actual mountain troll inside the castle.

"O-Ow!" Alem felt himself being pushed around by students who got out of their seats and was panicking and screaming around like a bunch of little children.

He even felt his stomach being nudged painfully in every side as he was being pushed around by a sea of screaming children.

"Silence!"

Dumbledore's booming loud voice echoed around the Great Hall, overlapping the screams of the students and causing everyone's screaming voices to die down instantaneously and stop running around in panic.

"Now," Dumbledore began, his voice back to normal.

"Prefects will lead their houses back to their common room in a tight, secure line. No students are allowed to step outside of their common room until it is safe to do so." Dumbledore stated, eyeing every single one of the students.

"All professors, please follow me." He said once more as he walked away from the table and Professor McGonagall following behind him.

Everyone started chattering and mumbling quietly as the overlapping voices of the prefects telling their houses to follow them started to fill everyone's ears.

"Come on, now. Follow me." Percy Weasley, the prefect of the Gryffindor house, beckoned for his housemates to follow him as the Gryffindors filed out of the Great Hall along with the other houses.

Alem turned to look at the Slytherin table, where everyone was already starting to file out of the Great Hall as well.

The youngest Rosewood pursed his lips in conflict.

His sister/brother is still out there and they could be in grave danger if a mountain troll is currently roaming the castle.

How did a troll get inside the castle in the first place, anyway?

He knows where (Y/N) is but seeing that everyone needs to go to their common room immediately made Alem feel conflicted about his decisions.

"Mr. Rosewood?" Alem flinched at the familiar voice of the school's headmaster.

The Slytherin turned around, facing Dumbledore and the other professors who looked at him in confusion.

"Why aren't you with your house?" Dumbledore asked.

"F-Forgive me, sir... It's just that..." Alem looked away in worry for his older sister/brother.

"(Y/N) is still out there and they don't know that a troll is currently roaming the castle..." He answered the headmaster's question and feel tears threatening to spill out of his (E/C) eyes.

"I... I just think that they're in danger and... and..." Alem started to stutter but held his tears and his wobbled voice in so he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of Dumbledore and the other professors, especially Snape.

Wait,

Professor Snape's not with them.

But Alem was too sad to even notice or care at this point.

Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on the youngest Rosewood's shoulder as he looked through Alem's sad (E/C) eyes beneath his half-moon spectacles.

"Don't worry, Mr. Rosewood. We'll be able to find Mr/Ms. Rosewood before the troll gets them." Dumbledore assured him and retracted his hand away from Alem's shoulder.

"Do you, perhaps, know where they are?" The headmaster asked as Alem gave him a thankful smile.

"Yes, professor." The youngest Rosewood replied with a nod.

"Longbottom and uh... Parvati said that Granger and (Y/N) was last seen in the girl's bathroom." Alem recalled Neville's words and told Dumbledore and the other professors about their whereabouts.

The Hogwarts headmaster felt curious as Alem said those words.

"Miss Granger is with them?" He asked but Alem simply blinked and slightly shrugged, indicating that he wasn't sure about it since he doesn't really know anything.

"According to Longbottom and Parvati, yes." Alem nodded again to answer Dumbledore's question.

The Headmaster turned to look at Professor McGonagall and nodded, sending her some sort of message.

The other professors, except Professor McGonagall, who had gotten the hint, filed out of the Great Hall to spread out and look for the troll in different parts of the castle by themselves.

The Gryffindor head turned her heels around to face the spot where Professor Quirrell had fainted but grew confused when she didn't see him sprawled across the floor.

When did he regain his consciousness and leave?

Professor McGonagall asked herself but chose to put it aside as she was given a task to retrieve (Y/N) and Hermione from the girl's bathroom.

"There's no need to fear anymore, Mr. Rosewood. You may return back to your common room and Professor McGonagall will make sure that the two will be escorted back to their common rooms safely." Dumbledore smiled to reassure Alem however, Alem wasn't satisfied and still felt worry for his sibling.

Yes, Alem trusts Dumbledore; he's one of the most powerful wizards to ever exist and the only one who can rival the dark lord himself.

But he can never assume (Y/N)'s safety if he's not there to witness it.

He's that anxious and worried for his older sister/brother.

As he bit his lip, Alem nodded solemnly and bowed down slightly to both bid farewell and give Dumbledore his gratitude.

"Thank you, professor." Is all what Alem said before walking out of the Great Hall in a fast pace and slightly narrowed eyes.

He couldn't guarantee (Y/N)'s safety until he finds them and that's what he's going to do; find the older Rosewood twin and give them an earful of scolding.

And there's also Hermione, whom Alem had a little bit of interest in after seeing how well she casts her spells and how calm she seems.

He had to find those two. After all, a mountain troll entering the school grounds by its own is highly unlikely.

"Mountain trolls can't be this smart." Alem thought, turning into a corner.

In the distance, he can see a line of students who're walking back to their common rooms with their house prefect leading them.

Alem grumbled and kept walking towards the girl's lavatory.

"This is either a setup or a cruel prank by someone." His shoes clicked in every step he takes in the stoned floor.

"Either way, this just means that (Y/N) is in trouble. I need to find them." Alem shook his head and quickened his pace, determined to find his sibling and won't go back to the Slytherin common room without them.

Not on their favorite holiday.

»»-----　♡　-----««

"(Y/N)..." I heard my name being called my a faint distant voice that resembled just like Hermione's.

My eyes fluttered open and I was starting to adjust myself to the sudden bright light in the lavatory.

"Mnh..." I grumbled as I felt my head being pushed away gently from her shoulder.

"What is it, Mione?" My lazy, dozed off tone echoed in the seemingly empty lavatory.

Hermione stood up and took a step over my body, reaching out to the stall's door and pushing it open.

"I feel like something's... odd." As Hermione stated that, I fully opened my eyes and just realized that the troll will enter the bathroom at any moment.

"Hermione," I quickly stood up and tried to pull Hermione back to the stall to hide from the troll but my tiny, short arm couldn't reach her wrist and she fully stepped out of the stall, wiping her eyes from the tears she had shed a few hours ago.

"Oh fuck." I clicked my tongue and swore under my breath, stepping out of the stall as well while preparing myself mentally.

It didn't take us long to realize a large, burly shadow is towering over us and intimidating set of breaths can be heard in the once silent lavatory.

I glanced up and saw the mountain troll, gnarling and gripping his large wooden mace on his hand as if he was ready to smash us down to the ground at any second.

Hermione must've seen it too since she is already starting to take a step back while grabbing my hand.

I turned to look at her then at my hand that she held, finding her gesture weird but I didn't complain or anything.

"Come on!" Hermione screamed and pulled us back in the stall where we stayed.

We crouched down with our hands held above our heads as if we were doing an earthquake drill or something.

The troll growled loudly and swung his mace over at the top of the stalls, ripping their wooden walls and exposing us, crouching down as Hermione screamed while I tried to stay calm and silent.

"Hermione, go underneath the sinks!" I pointed towards the sinks and pulled my own wand out, pointing it at the large mountain troll with my eyes narrowed.

Hermione did what I told her to, gripping at the pipes that held underneath the sink.

The troll glanced over at Hermione and raised his mace up in the air again, attempting to hit the sink where the female Gryffindor hid.

I clicked my tongue, taking a step towards the monster.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I shouted and at once, the mountain troll stopped.

It glanced at me with a softened gaze and I was surprised.

It followed me, just like that?

His mace is still raised up in the air along with his arm, making it very well known that he could still attempt to hit Hermione if he wanted to.

It was then when I heard sets of footsteps entering the girl's bathroom.

"Merlin's beard." I heard a hushed nervous tone. I assume that it's Ron.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, he probably didn't see me standing in front of the troll just yet.

The troll snapped out of its daze and roared as I took a step back with my wand still pointed towards it.

"Go and help (Y/N)!" Hermione exclaimed and then I felt two pairs of eyes looking at my nervous figure.

"What're they doing here?" Harry asked, pulling his wand out of his robe as well.

I had the urge to roll my eyes and answer his question sarcastically but since this is a life and death situation, I don't have time to answer Harry's idiocy.

"Bombarda!" I cast, a loud exploding sound of the troll's body being hit echoed around the nearly destroyed lavatory.

Will my knowledge for Harry Potter spells really help me this time? I'm still a first year and it might not work because it's too advanced!

The troll roared in pain, taking a step back but it wasn't enough to let him drop his mace.

"That was brilliant." I heard Harry breathe out and I unconsciously smile, pulling my wand away and I can feel myself growing tired since I just conjured a spell that I wasn't supposed to cast yet this year.

As the troll had regained its balance, it moved towards me and I immediately panicked.

"Aguamenti!" My wand shoots out small jets of water towards the troll and I can see that it's not doing any significant damage at all.

Curse my weakness.

The troll pushed through the jets of water since I couldn't keep up with the magic as I started to feel tired and grabbed me with its large calloused hand.

"Put me down!" I exclaimed, punching his knuckles even though I know that it's not going to work.

"Hey, put her down!" As I looked down, Harry and Ron picked up some random rubble on the ground and threw them at the troll.

The monster didn't pay attention and tried to shield me from the throwing rocks, using his own large hand.

Damn, this troll is acting very weird.

With one last push, even though I am feeling very tired right now, I gave out one last spell.

"Incendio!" I exclaimed and everything went silent as a small puff of fire is sparking lightly at the tip of my wand.

I internally panicked and cried, a huge blush of embarrassment tinting my cheeks.

"Bloody hell!" I screamed, hiding my face with my hands as the fire had run out in my wand.

Is this what happens when you're too tired to use magic spells or maybe I'm just too weak right now.

Argh, this is so embarrassing!

"Relashio." I heard a familiar calm yet stoic voice at the doorway.

In an instant, I've been released from the troll and I fell down to the rubble filled ground with a thud.

"Ouch!" I groaned, sitting up and hissing as I felt the throbbing pain.

"(Y/N)!" Hermione exclaimed, coming out of her hiding spot and ran towards my side, helping me stand up.

I smiled at the Gryffindor girl and turned to look at the doorway to see who could've helped me.

My smile slightly faded when I saw Alem's glinting (E/C) eyes narrowed towards the troll who held me just a while ago.

The troll held his hand, wincing slightly in pain and turning his large body towards my brother, who kept his pointy glare at the troll.

"Incarcerous." He said and a handful of ropes sprouted from the floor, wrapping itself around the troll's body and binding him down.

The mountain troll roared as he tripped, his body pinned to the floor with the ropes around him.

His mace sat right next to his body and the mountain troll is clearly trying to make any attempts of getting it back to himself.

"Don't put your filthy hands all over my sister/brother, you foul beast." Alem growled in a hushed tone, his eyes glinting more than ever in a sinister way.

We all flinched at his sudden change of behavior that we all stayed quiet and didn't question anything.

Alem's gaze softened into a worried one when he saw my figure standing right next to Hermione.

"You're hurt." He stated, walking towards me while placing his wand inside his robe pocket.

I blinked and then realized that I felt a throbbing pain in my arms and I my forehead. I raised my hand towards my forehead and felt a warm, sticky liquid.

I blinked again and realized that it's blood. I laughed sheepishly and waved my hand, reassuring my brother.

"I'm fine. I don't actually feel anything at all." I said while Alem seemed like he didn't buy any of what I said.

I actually do feel very tired and everything in my body hurts like hell.

He placed his hands all over my arms and my shoulder.

"Really, Alem. I'm oka--" Once he managed to press into an injured spot in my arm, I winced and hissed while taking a step back from him.

Alem yelped and retracted his hand away.

"Im sorry, I didn't realize I was hurting you." He frowned and leaned closer to my face. I blinked until he lifted his hand up to my nose and flicked it.

"What in the bloody hell was that for!?" I exclaimed, rubbing the tip of my nose.

Alem's eyes narrowed once more as he crossed his arms and gave me a scowling face.

"Mind telling me why you're out here for the rest of the afternoon with Granger?"

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Ron's posture straightened to which Hermione had noticed and gave her fellow Gryffindor a look of skepticism.

Harry looked away, slightly sweat dropping and hoping that they could all leave the girl's lavatory without any commotion.

Suddenly, the mountain troll had roared loudly and attempted to escape itself from the ropes that Alem had conjured.

Everyone took a step back from the troll's body and looked at it warily.

Alem's first instinct was to grab (Y/N)'s hand and move them behind him just in case the troll does anything to his sister/brother again.

Hermione pursed her lips until he glanced over at Ron, who held his wand shakily.

Seeing as Ron is the only one who's holding a wand right now, Hermione shouted out to the red haired boy.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" She exclaimed at Ron.

The boy had realized and understood what Hermione meant but he slightly shook his head since he felt like he it might not work like in Charms class.

"You can do it." Hermione's cheeks were lightly dusted in pink as she nodded.

Ron's lips were parted and since this responsibility is held on to him, he pointed his wand at the mace that the troll is attempting to get and did the swish and flick motion.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Ron said and this time, the mace had been lifted up to the air and the troll shockingly stared at his floating mace.

The red haired boy was shocked and kept the mace floating until it was above the troll's head.

He disarmed the spell and the top of the mace had hit the troll's head. The mountain troll's groaned in pain until he fell face first to the floor. The mace bouncing out of his head as he did so.

(Y/N) crouched down and grabbed a rubble, throwing it at the troll to see if there would be any reaction from it.

But when the rubble had hit its eye, nothing happened.

"Is it dead?" Hermione took a step closer to the troll cautiously.

"No, it's just knocked out." Harry said and after that, everyone gave off a sigh of relief until another set of footsteps entered the girl's lavatory and a horrified and surprised gasp had left someone's mouth.

"Oh my goodness!" Professor McGonagall placed her hand on her chest and then glanced over at the five of us, eyes narrowing every second.

"Explain this, all five of you!" She demanded and the five looked at each other, not knowing how to respond to the head of the Gryffindor house.

Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell also stood behind Professor McGonagall, shocked when they saw the troll immobilized and knocked out.

"Well, you see professor-" (Y/N) started an attempt to create a reason until Hermione held their hand and stepped forward, gently backing them down.

"It was me, Professor." She cut (Y/N) off.

The three professors glanced at Hermione and Professor McGonagall looked more shocked than the other two which (Y/N) thought was funny.

"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall called out, almost in disbelief that the most diligent Gryffindor that she knows in here house would be the reason why this mess had happened.

"I went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it." Hermione stated, glancing over at the Rosewood twins, (Y/N) specifically.

"But I was wrong." She returned her attention back to the head of the Gryffindor house, feeling nervous for the upcoming punishment after she finishes her explanation.

"If (Y/N), their twin brother, Harry and Ron hadn't found me," She lowered her head down in shame and Alem felt slightly offended that she didn't know what his name was.

(Y/N), who had noticed Alem's look, chuckled silently but it wasn't noticed by Alem himself.

"I'd probably be dead." She finished off, raising her head up to meet Professor McGonagall's disapproving glare.

"Why were you with her, Miss/Mr Rosewood?" She glanced over at (Y/N), who flinched at the sudden attention that she's getting.

(Y/N) gulped and tried to think of any explanation for the head.

"I... I saw Hermione walking around the hallways so I followed her and we ended up here in the girl's lavatory, I argued why encountering a troll is extremely dangerous for a first year to fight until..." They glanced over at Harry and Ron for a while before turning their attention back to McGonagall.

"The troll appeared in the bathroom itself." (Y/N) finished explaining their part and although Professor Snape seemed skeptical, he hadn't said anything.

Professor McGonagall, who only really cared about the safety of the students, sighed deeply while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do, Miss Granger." She commented at the brown haired Gryffindor who pursed her lips in shame as she is getting criticized by the head of her own house.

It was then Harry's eyes travelled around Professor Snape's bloodied leg, slightly surprised and wondering why he was injured.

The head of the Slytherin house had noticed Harry's eyes on his leg and immediately covered it up, glaring at the raven haired boy as he looked away from Harry.

"And you, Miss/Mr Rosewood," McGonagall turned her head towards the startled (Y/N) who started to fidget with their fingers.

"You know better than to be out here when something dangerous is walking around the castle." They slightly laugh nervously since they didn't know how to react to McGonagall's words.

"This is not a laughing matter, Miss/Mr Rosewood." The sharp tone from the head of the Gryffindor house immediately made (Y/N)'s smile disappear.

They softly apologize while looking away, unable to face the older witch.

"I would have expected a more rational behavior on your parts, you two." McGonagall commented, eyeing the two students who have conducted misbehavior on this Halloween night.

"Five points will be taken from each of your houses for serious lack of judgement." Everyone frowned since no one likes having points deducted from their houses.

(Y/N) silently whimpered but they blinked as they felt their hand being held by Alem, gripping it tightly as an act of reassurance.

They glance over at Alem, who didn't look back at them.

(Y/N) smiled and gripped his hand tightly as well, indicating that they understand what Alem is trying to do and they're very thankful about it.

"As for you three gentlemen," McGonagall addresses Alem, Harry and Ron.

The three boys gave their attention to the Gryffindor head, expecting another earful of scolding from her.

"I just hope you know how fortunate you are." She started as Alem pursed his lips as he wasn't used to getting scolded by someone. He doesn't like it.

"Not many students could take on a full grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale." It was that moment where Alem had realized something about the mountain troll.

The same question that he had in his mind before he entered the girl's bathroom.

How did a mountain troll enter the school anyway?

"5 points," The three boys frowned deeply, expecting another point deduction from each of their houses. Alem sighed, knowing that this was to be expected.

"Will be awarded to each of you." Everyone's eyes lit up in happiness. Alem's specifically as the three boys looked to each other with a smile on their faces.

"For sheer dumb luck." McGonagall turned around and was about to leave the five students in the bathroom until Alem stepped forward but didn't released his hand away from his sister/brother.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall." He called out to the head.

McGonagall turned around and faced Alem, her eyebrow raised in curiosity as to why the Rosewood boy had called out to her.

"Yes, Mr Rosewood?" She asked, her hands held in front of her.

"This is probably none of my business but," The younger Rosewood started as he looked over to the troll who laid here unconscious.

"I believe that the troll didn't enter the castle by accident." He said, which caught (Y/N)'s attention.

They were surprised because they didn't expect him to be suspicious and know things so easily.

"There's a high chance that this must be a setup by someone." Alem's eyes glinted once more and his eyes glinting usually means that he's not joking or showing any trace of positive reaction on his face.

He's very serious.

Even the professors could know that just from his aura and that he is a very capable wizard.

The other students with him flinched slightly since their first instinct when they see a serious Alem is to run.

"Of course, this is only my speculation. There aren't any proof to support this." His look softened eventually, smiling to lighten up the tense mood that Alem brought in the lavatory.

"Even if it is, it's still something that we should consider." McGonagall nodded, taking Alem's speculation into account.

Alem nodded back in acknowledgement and took a step back, smiling at his sister/brother who still held his hand as an act of reassurance.

(Y/N) smiled back nervously and mentally noted to themselves to never bring out Alem's serious self if they don't want to die.

Eventually, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape walked away from the lavatory in order to report to the headmaster himself about what happened and that (Y/N) and Hermione are safe although Alem hadn't listened to their orders of going back to the Slytherin common room.

"Perhaps you ought to go," The only professor left spoke up, smiling at the five students from the doorway.

"M-Might wake up." He added with a nervous chuckle.

The Gryffindors nodded to each other and were the first to walk out of the girl's bathroom.

The Rosewood twins were still standing in the bathroom, holding hands since they still don't feel safe and they could use some comfort in each other's hands.

"Let's go." Alem smiled gently at his sister/brother and dragged them out of the bathroom, (Y/N) following after him shortly.

As the twins passed by Professor Quirrell, (Y/N) gave him a hard narrowed glare to which Quirrell returned with a scowl.

"...yrros mi... meht hcta cot delia fi" (Y/N) faintly heard the troll say something and they turned around, confused. Professor Quirrell no longer stood at the doorway which made them assume that he must've entered the bathroom, facing the troll who's clearly under his control.

"What the fuck did that troll just say?" They asked to themselves, trying to make sense of their weird language.

Instead of wallowing themselves in an impossible question, they shook their head and focused on their brother who is still dragging them back to the Slytherin common room.

"Geez, he acts more of the older sibling than me sometimes." Even though (Y/N) probably said that to themselves way too many times, they could never get tired of saying it.

It's true, after all.

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"What are we doing here, Alem?" I monotonously ask my brother, who sat at the edge of an empty white bed while I sat on a high stool next to Madam Pomfrey's desk full of unknown potions and herbs. 

"You're injured." Alem answered my question, his face scrunching up as if I just asked him something stupid. 

I sighed deeply, tilting my head to the side and thinking if my brother is just taking this thing way too seriously when he doesn't have to. 

 I mean, I've been injured countless of times before and it's normal for people to get injured. I've gotten used to just sit it out and place some cloth in it until blood stops seeping out of it. 

"You really didn't have to bring me here; I can just wipe this blood off with saliva." I shrugged, raising my hand and feeling my fingertips gently pressing the sensitive part of the wound I've gotten. 

Alem scrunched his face up again, cringing at my words with his arms crossed. 

 "That's disgusting." He simply said with a sigh but I laughed at his reaction because the way he scrunched his face up because he was cringing was hilarious in its own way. 

It was at that moment where Madam Pomfrey walked towards us with some dark blue bubbling potion held on her hand. 

 I've never tried drinking potions before so I don't know what they would taste like except Polyjuice Potion; I am aware that it tastes bad. 

 "Here, drink this, Miss/Mr Rosewood." Madam Pomfrey hands me the potion that she held in her hand and before I could drink it, I examined the potion for a little while. 

"What's this potion?" I asked, shaking it lightly and it created a small bubbly reaction. 

 "That's a Murtlap Essence, it should help you with your cuts and injuries." The mediwitch informed, making me hum in amazement. 

I'm still worried about the taste of it though. 

 "And this," I looked up to see what Madam Pomfrey has in store for me next. "Is a Blood Replenishing Potion. I suggest you take this first before that one." She said as she stared at my still bloodied forehead. 

I can see the expression of cringe on her face and it made me think that I probably lost a lot of blood, which is why I need to take it. 

 "Honestly, Miss/Mr Rosewood, you seem to be getting involved with a lot of life threatening situations with Mr. Potter and his friends." She sighed as she hands me the second potion that she pulled out from her pocket. 

I snort and gently uncapped the blood replenishing potion. 

 "It's not like I'm doing it intentionally; it's always me who manages to get into life threatening situations." I tipped the contents of the blood replenishing potion and my face scrunched up in disgust since it tastes so metallic, like I'm drinking a glass of blood. 

I guess it's really living up to its name. 

 "Ugh, that's a disaster." I choked out before gagging a little bit. Salazar, this is making me think that all potions taste very bad. 

I gently placed the empty container on Madam Pomfrey's desk while coughing and trying to remove the taste from my mouth by swallowing the accumulated saliva. 

 "And I have to be the one to look out for you. Seriously, (Y/N), I don't want to keep worrying about you but this is the result if I don't." Alem grumbled, grabbing some random towel that he found on Madam Pomfrey's desk and rubbing it around my forehead to remove the blood that's coming out of my wound. 

 He's careful enough to not actually press the towel on my wound so that's a relief. 

"I didn't ask you to look out for me, Alem. I can do things by myself." Rolling my eyes, I uncapped the Murtlap Essence and took a huge deep breath before drinking its contents. I made sure to drink it as fast as possible so the taste won't stick in my tongue, unlike the first one. 

 "And if I'm not here to look out for you, who will? You weren't even able to immobilize that troll. If it wasn't for me coming in, you would've been eaten or worse, killed." He exclaimed, his rubbing becoming more aggressive the more he talks. 

I clicked my tongue, also feeling annoyed and angry at Alem. Salazar, he doesn't trust me to look out for myself? 

Tch, what does he even know? 

"Wow, what do you want, a trophy?" I scoff and I could feel the effects of the Murtlap Essence kicking in. I feel like my wounds are closing in and are returning back to their original state. 

I couldn't even feel the bad taste that the potion has because of the wounds closing in. It's distracting me. 

 "(Y/N), please. I just want you to be more careful from now on." Alem's concerned tone and worried face made me silent for a while. 

I can't make any promises for my brother but I can tell that he really cares about me. 

I sigh and gave him a small defeated smile as I placed my hand on top of his. 

"I understand. I'm sorry." I apologize, my smile widening as I see Alem smiling back at the. I just realized that Alem looks a lot like me when he's smiling, like we are the same person. 

Well, we are twins after all. 

 "Now, head on back to your common room. It is almost time for curfew." Madam Pomfrey also smiled down at us. 

I hopped out of the high stool, stretching with a moan escaping my lips. Finally, I've been wanting to stretch since I fell down out of that troll's hand. 

 Alem placed the towel that the borrowed back to the desk. It doesn't have that much blood in it since the blood replenishing potion must've sucked most of my blood near my wound back in. 

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Alem bowed down, showing his gratitude to the mediwitch. 

"Anytime, Mr Rosewood." She nodded her head towards Alem. 

I felt his hand circling mine once more and I couldn't help but feel happy and another gentle smile curling up on my lips. 

At least Alem's making me feel like I'm not alone in this world. As we walked out of the infirmary, we swung our intertwined hands in rhythm. 

I had the urge to hum and sing a song but I felt like it's unneeded since Alem is already having fun humming his own song and I want to hear it without my voice interrupting him. 

In the empty, lit hallways, we were together and since it's Halloween, I want to celebrate it with him since it's our favorite holiday after all. 

I don't want to let him down and I want to surprise him as soon as we get back to the common room anyway. 

 I didn't have anything prepared but it's more fun if we built our own pillow fort together. 

 "Hey, Alem." I call out to him, still swinging our arms from side to side. 

"Hmm?" He hummed, saying that I have his attention. 

 "When we get back to our room, let's build a pillow fort." I grin and we both stopped as soon as Alem did, giving me a look of surprise. 

He didn't expect me to ask such question, did he? 

 "You mean it?" He asked, a smile forming on his lips and widening every second. I nodded while chuckling at his childish reaction. 

"Of course I do, it's our holiday after all!" It's my turn to drag him to the common room. With our hands intertwined, we laughed as we walked back to our common room through the empty hallways. 

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"And he got shot by that scientist who's also looking for that girl who escaped the lab!" (Y/N) exclaimed, lighting up their face with their flashlight from their chin. 

Alem rolled his eyes, adjusting his crossed legs to relieve them since they've been stuck in e same position for too long. 

 Alem also crossed his arms with his eyebrow raised skeptically towards his sister/brother, questioning (Y/N)'s way of telling scary stories in a Halloween night. 

"That's actually quite pitiful and sad in a way." He remarked while (Y/N)'s shoulders slumped, pouting sadly at their brother as they dropped the flashlight down to the comfy green covers of the bed. 

 "You're not taking my story as if it's scary..." Alem scoffed at (Y/N)'s words with a smirk, adjusting himself once more; letting his leg spread out and the other leg bending with his arm resting on his knee. 

"I don't think anyone would. I mean, the girl is an escapee right? That man who works for the diner makes her food and is very nice to her even though she hadn't told him what she really is and what does he get?" He asked and (Y/N) realized that the story that they got from season one of Stranger a Things isn't really working out, is it. 

"By getting shot." He answered for himself. 

"It's one of the reasons why I don't, ever, act kind to just... anyone because just because you've done a good deed doesn't mean that something good will come back to you. Sometimes it'll just backfire and you'll end up getting the downfall instead." Alem sighed, laying down at the bed and reaching out to the blanket ceiling above their heads. 

The pillow fort looks like it could crumble down at any second since their pillow fort isn't really well made. Looks like a budget version of pillow forts to be honest. 

Since the twins couldn't find any Christmas lights to decorate their fort, they gave up and didn't put anything. (Y/N) can't just sneak into a storage room either and they doubt that they have any Christmas lights that use electricity instead of magic. 

"I guess you're right." (Y/N) agreed after pondering about their brother's words for a while and then laying down next to him. The twins looked up to the blanket that's covering the bed and pondered over their own thoughts, the silence between the two almost comforting in its own weird way.

(Y/N) thought about Alem's words just now; sometimes, acting kind could be your downfall especially if you don't know who you're showing your kindness at. It's not that (Y/N) has always been sincere to other people, they barely show any of that in their real life anyway but they've always been stuck with their morals that their mother often told them; be kind wherever you are or whoever you're dealing with.

But they've abandoned that thought the more they grow older, facing the cruel realities of life. (Y/N) never showed any form of sincerity if they weren't treated the same way and it's no exception when it comes to life itself.

The (H/C) haired girl/boy sighs through their nose, realizing that the story swapping game is still on. "Hey, it's your turn to-" They turn to look at Alem, who's already fast asleep with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted. (Y/N) could hear the soft snores coming from him and chuckled, grabbing a blanket from the edge of the bed and covering their brother's sleeping figure.

"Good night, brother." They whispered and slid the curtains to the side, crawling out of their bed so they can remove any blankets that they used to make the budget pillow fort so they wouldn't have to worry about removing them tomorrow morning.

As (Y/N) stepped out, they were greeted by the door opening with the sound of creaking almost echoing the now silent room that they were staying in. Stepping inside the room was Draco Malfoy, wearing his pajamas with his slightly damped platinum blonde hair. It looks like he just took a bath a little while ago.

Things became awkward once more when (Y/N) cleared their throat nervously but said no word as they started to remove the blankets that's covering Alem's bed. Draco didn't say or move either, he's just watching them do their own thing until he thought that this thing is going on for way too long.

Sure, he was able to refrain himself from talking to the (H/C) haired girl/boy for months but you wouldn't know how much he just wanted to kneel in front of them and ask them to forgive him throughout these past few months.

Since he got the idea that almost everyone is asleep, well, except the two of them, he's taking this chance to talk to (Y/N) and hopefully, resolve this matter.

"Are you alright?" He initiated and (Y/N) visibly flinched as they heard him start a conversation. Draco frowned at this, thinking that they're still tense around the platinum blonde haired boy.

(Y/N) cleared their throat again but spared no glance for Draco, still not wanting to look him in the eye when it's just the two of them. 

"Y-Yeah, I am. Madam Pomfrey gave me some potions so my injuries will be healed and Alem was there too so, y'know." They shrugged since they didn't know what to say anymore as they folded a blanket and placed it to the side, specifically on Alem's chest luggage. Draco's eyebrow rose up, always noticing that the way they talk is strange as if they're foreign. It doesn't sound British and is more of a different dialect, if you know what he means.

But that's not what he came for anyway.

"I told you hanging out with Potter and his friends will get you in trouble, one way or another." Draco tried to crack up a small joke but at the same time, he said it as if he was serious with his warnings. (Y/N), who thought that Draco was mocking them for their poor judgement, rolled their eyes and sighed.

"There's nothing wrong with being friends with-"

"I'm sorry." He cut them off which caught (Y/N) by surprise and stopped pulling the blankets out. They turned to look at him, finally meeting eyes with Draco's.

"Pardon?" (Y/N) blinked, not sure if they had heard it right. Draco sighed, not wanting to repeat himself for the second time since it annoys him but he has quite a tolerance for (Y/N). "Look, what I did to you a few months or was it a few weeks ago," He pondered before shaking his head, realizing that he's getting off topic.

"That's not my point. What I meant to say was; I acted out of my own and I'm sure I must've made you uncomfortable. I must've been aggressive and I didn't blame you when you pointed your wand towards me because I was, indeed, being weird." Draco frowned, he wasn't used to apologizing to other people before. As a Malfoy, he always has a great pride that apologizing is nowhere to be found in his vocabulary.

He'd die than apologizing to other people since he feels like what he did was justified and right.

Then there's (Y/N), who's unintentionally breaking that code for him.

"And acting like a creep." (Y/N) nodded and Draco rolled his eyes but felt shame running through his spine. He played with his fingers for a moment since he doesn't know what to say anymore. What do you even say when you're apologizing? the Malfoy heir thought to himself as he silently panicked, the atmosphere in the room slowly becoming awkward once more.

"I don't want to end this year when I feel bad about something." Draco internally cringed, his choice of words making him feel confused. (Y/N), though, understands what he's trying to say and mean. Because of this, (Y/N) laughs.

It's been a while since (Y/N) had a conversation with Draco and this is what he comes up with after a few months of avoidance. Well technically, it's (Y/N) who's avoiding him.

"Your apology really makes it hard for me to think about it, Malfoy. Have you ever apologized to anyone before?" They chuckle as Draco's face turned red and his shoulders rising, pointing an accusing look at the oldest Rosewood twin in front of him.

"Oh shut it, Rosewood! So what if I haven't apologized to anyone before!?" He admitted, his blush only growing deeper as (Y/N) laughed even louder but not to the point that they end up waking their roommates and their brother.

Draco internally facepalmed, wondering why he even likes them in the first place.

"Apology accepted, Draco." They smiled when they've finally calmed down. Their smile faded as fast as it came, immediately turning the atmosphere into a serious one. "I also owe you an apology; telling you to stay away from me and all that. I haven't been able to explain to you why I've been acting like that and honestly, it's a little personal and I'm not ready to tell you the full story yet." (Y/N) turned around and continued doing their work, pulling another blanket and folding it into a neat square.

"But, when I was younger, I..." Their movements slowed and their (E/C) eyes showed that they were reminiscing something that they didn't want to remember. (Y/N)'s eyes flashed back to their normal glow before their movements fastened again, placing the blanket to the side and stacking it with the other blankets.

"I didn't really have a good relationship with some grown men along with my..." (Y/N) thought about their words for a moment before continuing. "...step father." They chuckled again, thinking if telling Draco that their real father is their 'step father'. 

I mean, if they have a father in this world, he couldn't be as bad as their real father, could he?

"You doing that... leaning closer to me... thing triggered some bad memories related to those men." Since they felt too uncomfortable saying what really happened to them, (Y/N) prayed and hoped that Draco would use his intuition and understand what they're trying to say without having to actually be upfront about it.

Answering to their prayers, Draco's eyes widened and gasped lightly. He opened his mouth to ask (Y/N) but immediately closed it since, like they said, it's personal and it's up to (Y/N) how much they want to share without the other person inquiring about it.

"I see..." Draco mumbled. Everything was silent for a while until Draco started to walk towards the (H/C) haired girl/boy, who had a look of confusion as he kept walking towards them. Without any hesitation from the boy, he hugged them tightly to ease any of those repressed memories that surfaced from their mind.

"I'm sorry." He apologized briefly and although (Y/N) looked shocked from Draco's sudden hug, they smile softly and returned the hug, burying their face on Draco's shoulder since the boy is taller than them. "What are you apologizing for, you idiot?" (Y/N) chuckled and released themselves from the hug, looking up to Draco with a side gentle smile.

The Malfoy heir blushed and his heart throbbed inside his chest as he faced (Y/N) doing that adorable smile. He felt a short rush of happiness flowing through his body when he realized that the conflict between them is finally over. He can finally talk to them again and he won't have to just glance at them with those sad silver eyes of his.

As the two had their own staring contest, a whistle came from the doorway. The two turned their heads to the source of the whistle and was surprised to see a tall smirking Slytherin student, possibly no older than a 3rd year, peeking through the doorway.

"I can see that the first years are already having a relationship!" The student laughed, fully revealing himself at the doorway. (Y/N) couldn't recognize him so they were confused and at the same time, very creeped out as to why this student is randomly peeking through their doorway plus assuming that they and Draco have some sort of a relationship,

even though they're obviously 11 year olds.

"and it's none other than the older... or are you possibly the youngest Rosewood twin," He pondered, tapping his finger on his chin before glancing over at the blank faced Draco Malfoy, ready to hex the student that dared to intervene their moment. "and Draco Malfoy himself!" The student finished, making another mischievous smirk. For some reason, (Y/N) is reminded of the Weasley twins when he does that except the twins do it better than this invading prick over here.

"Well, enjoy it while it lasts! Young love doesn't last forever!" The boy laughed as he skipped away with his hands on the back of his head. Draco and (Y/N) stared at the empty doorway for a moment, wondering what the fuck just happened.

"Draco, why didn't you close the door?"

"I know, I can be forgetful sometimes."

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A/N:

If you managed to get here and finish this chapter, I am very very proud of you. You deserve a Liquid Luck.

Anywaaaay, phew! Longest chapter in this book so far by the time I'm writing this!

You wanna know how many words this chapter has?
16,342 :)

So I hope you enjoyed reading all of that and you can probably notice that I was already tired writing this chapter because of the crappy writing at the ends of the chapter. But hey, at least I managed to fit the Halloween scenes in one chapter with a little bit of my story so that's wonderful, I guess.

By the way, please tell me how the story is going so far. Is it bad, is it good, is it neither of those lmao. I love to read those types of comments too 'cause I get to improve something in the story. Don't tell me that Draco is very OOC though, because I am fully aware of that.

It's hARD TO WRITE A SINGULAR YANDERE WHEN THERE ARE GOING TO BE A SHIT TON OF THEM IN THE FUTURE, YOU KNOW.

Also, by the time of me writing this, we have reached 10k reads! Can you believe that because I can't. I didn't even expect this book to have people wanting me to write more about it anyway but I already planned a bunch of stuff and for the ending of the book so :V

Thanks for 10k reads people! You guys are the best! The next chapter is probably gonna be less longer but if you want longer chapters like this one then tell me and I'll do it lmao I don't mind.