If it was allowed, they all would've cursed me right then and there. No Slytherin ever insulted Draco Malfoy.

“Hello, Emma. Now that everyone is here, we can begin our meal. So, tell me Emma, how has your stay at Hogwarts been so far? I hear that you are a Slytherin with Draco.”

“Yeah,” I saw my dad give me a stern look. I knew what it meant. Look like the perfect child, Emma. I smiled brightly and answered Mr. Malfoy, “To think that we've been in the same house all these years and barely had a conversation.”

“I know you want me. I can feel it.”

I forced my heart back down my throat. “Yeah, sure. Maybe in your dreams.” It came out as a pathetic mumble.

He chuckled, “Especially in my dreams,” and ran his fingers down my cheek to my collarbone. 

“You act like you're not a Slytherin like the rest of us. You're no different, Emma. If you ask me, you're the vilest person in this room. Evil’s in your blood.”

“Is that a fact?” I scoffed crossing my arms tightly against my chest. Each word was a new blow to my already constricted chest.

Everyone stopped and looked towards the wall which the sound was produced. It was a strange sound, distant in all renditions of the word. Yet, it echoed throughout the room and bounced of the high walls, shaking the stone podiums. I just turned towards Cody. His horror mirrored mine. 

"Is this what it's like to be dead then?”