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I think I'll start posting around 2 times a week, unless I post more from motivation and ideas. I haven't been super proud of the last few chapters but I'm really excited because I think this chapter is finally pushing the story in the right way:))

Anyways, enjoyyyy!!:)

It was very rare that my mother ever came into my thoughts. I had finally moved on from the fact that was gone, and moved on from her in general. She didn't send letters anymore, and I didn't respond anymore.

Though it took a year for me to get to this point, I was proud of myself.

My body used to fill with such anger when I thought about her, and now it fills with nothing. She's a person. A person who left my life, and a person I no longer talk to nor see. And I've accepted that.

"You're off book, right?" I raise my brows questioningly as I stare at Blaise for an answer.

He stares back at me, no words coming from his mouth. As our staring becomes more intense, a small goofy smile starts growing on his lips.

"Blaise! You were supposed to have all your lines memorized last week!" I yell in disbelief, rolling my eyes at his smile.

His laughter fills the hallway, clearly not taking the situation seriously, though he never did.

"But what if I did?" He smirks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"What if you did what?" I ask, my brows lifted as I wait for his answer.

"Had all my lines memorized since last month," he yawns dramatically, lifting up his arm and wrapping it around Pansy's shoulder.

My mouth drops open in disbelief, and I furrow my brows slightly. "You little brat!" I laugh slightly while slapping his arm, only earning a wink in return from him.

"How did you memorize them so quickly?" Pansy asks confusedly, as she stabs her elbow in his chest so his arm falls off her shoulder.

Blaise grunts quietly at her movement before answering.

"Something about flirting with this little ball of sass just really motivated me." He says sarcastically, glancing at Pansy who smiles proudly.

I chuckle quietly at his sarcasm, before noticing that we had arrived at the auditorium.

Here we go.

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Rehearsal had been going pretty good so far, surprisingly enough. We worked on some stage placement and some dances that Belle was luckily in.

Though the next thing Mcgonagall said, made me rethink my answer about rehearsal going pretty good.

"We'll now run through The Mob song and the battle between the servants and Gaston's army. Beast and Belle feel free to go read some lines and walk through a few scenes."

It takes a lot of strength to not sassily roll my eyes at her and storm out of the room, but luckily I don't.

I glance around the room until I spot Draco, to see he had also spotted me.

I nod slightly before walking backstage to a small room, where we usually ran through scenes.

"So would you rather die today or roar randomly out of anger?" I ask sarcastically, once we're both in the room.

Draco laughs silently, as he leans on a desk across from me.

"I think neither would be an appropriate answer," he responds, tilting his head slightly as he stares deeply into my eyes.

"Fair enough," I shrug slightly, trying not to show how weirded out I was about us talking to each other... normally.

There's a small moment of silence as we both pretend to be doing something, though it's clear we're both doing absolutely nothing.

"So-" Draco clears his throat, looking up at me through his hair.

"So?" I ask, as if there's nothing to be discussed between us.

He stares at me for a second, clearly waiting for me to stop acting dumb.

"Never mind." He mutters, a hint of disappointment in his attitude, causing slight anger to rise within me.

Why would he be disappointed? Because I didn't forgive him for his fake sorry?

I sigh loudly, making sure he hears me, before picking up my script and pretend to look through it.

This anger filled silence lasts for the next 5 minutes or more. It was clear Draco didn't know what to say, and it was clear that I didn't want to hear it anyway.

As I'm flipping through my script distractedly though, I notice Draco staring right at me.

"May I help you?" I scoff annoyedly at him.

He stays silent for a little bit, a smirk plastered on his face as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks.

"I'll earn it." He states suddenly.

My brows furrow in confusion immediately, wishing he didn't have to be so damn dumb.

"Earn what?" I ask, my finger tapping impatiently on the desk I was leaning against.

"Your respect," he says quietly, taking a step closer to me. "Your trust," he takes another step.

My mouth falls slightly open as he was now only a few inches from me.

"You." He whispers, leaning slightly in towards my ear.

My heart drops at his statement, though I keep my straight face on, and refuse my cheeks to grow red.

"Y/n, Draco! We're about to wrap up rehearsal!" Mcgonagall yells to us from the stage.

Draco looks at me one more time, quirking an eyebrow with a confident smirk on his lips, as he throws his bag onto his shoulder, before walking out.

I stand still for a moment, before huffing angrily and grabbing my bag. I rush out of the room quickly, and find my way over to Pansy.

My brain can hardly listen to anything Mcgonagall is saying, as it's solely focused on what just happened with Draco.

My respect? My trust? Me? Earn it? Funny.

As soon as Mcgonagall finishes talking, I get up quickly and glance around the room. It's not hard to spot the blonde, and right as I do, I walk.

My steps are quick and confident, as I head toward him. My heart is beating rapidly, though I ignore the panic I feel.

"You wanna bet?" I ask, standing in between him and the boys he was talking to.

"What?" He asks confusedly, excusing his friends from the two of us.

"About what you said. Would you like to bet that you can "earn" all that?" I cross my arms, leaning on one of my hips.

He chuckles softly, looking down at the ground as he shakes his head slowly.

"What, you think I can't?" He smiles, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"I know you can't." I state, quirking an eyebrow.

He tilts his head slightly, his tongue poking the inside of his mouth as he deciphers what to say next.

"Fine. Game on." He holds his hand out, as if shaking someone's hand.

An evil smirk grows on my lips, before I pull his tie towards me, making him stumble slightly.

"Game on."

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heyyy;)

well isn't this just a fun chapter;)

I've been wondering this for awhile but if you had to pick a song that reminded you/gave you the same vibes as my story, what song would it be??

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I hope you're excited;)) I literally love you so much I cannot explain it, MWAHHH<33

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