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❝ HARRY POTTER ! ❞

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : this chapter includes things that may trigger the audience; mature language and themes. also this chapter may not b the best since i have a headache atm and little motivation, but i am doing this for you guys !!! :)

CHAMPIONS.

MELODY HARPER

"YOUR FRIEND HERMIONE is quite interesting if I must say so." Milo enunciated his words, so that I was able to hear him, as we walked through the crowded hall. Since I was shorter, at times he would need to pull me to his side to guide me between everyone.

"She definitely is, but she's such a sweetheart, don't you think?" I asked him, the red tint on his cheeks made it quite obvious that he agreed with my statement as well.

Milo had started rubbing the surface on the palm of his hand, against the nape of his neck, before beginning to scratch it in nervousness.

"I mean yeah, of course she is, she seems like a wonderful girl. I thought she was going to hate me for the house I was in."

I smiled at how he was reacting, " Hermione can tolerate Slytherins, she just can't tolerate Malfoy and his goons." I said, which is true for most of my friends. Malfoy and the other Slytherins had picked on them since Harry had rejected Malfoy's handshake to be friends.

Milo slapped his hand over his chest dramatically acting as if he was offended by my words. "Are you calling me a goon?" He asked in sarcasm. 

I sniggered, "well obviously, who else Milo?" I responded tauntingly, shaking my head, and looking at him as we walked.

"You're right," he sighed while putting both his hands up, "you're so right." We both turned to each other at the exact same time which caused us to burst out in laughter.

The rest of the time we had been chatting about our friend groups, more specially Hermione. It seemed as if both Milo and her had hit it off quite well and I have a feeling something is going to happen, I will be the one to make sure of it. We were only about halfway to the Ravenclaw tower, when we started to hear a hoarse, rough voice calling out to him.

"Sarayo." The voice shouted from behind us. We both spun around to see a certain blonde walking our way.

Milo and I both looked at each other before rolling our green and brown eyes, then sighing.

"Malfoy." Milo nodded towards him.

"Zabini and I were looking for you earlier, where'd you run off to." Draco asked, though it sound more as a statement that the brown haired Slytherin had to answer.