𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐇.𝐏

act i : scene x

it's been days or even months since draco and i talked —more of an argument, really. he doesn't even try to say sorry. it's malfoy and a malfoy doesn't say sorry or beg or pitying someone. i knew that kind of bullshit lucius made and i absolutely loathe it.

mother raised me the same way lucius raised draco, but i just pretend to obey them. awful things i said towards muggle-borns, half-bloods, blood-traitors are something i meant when i was in first until the mid-third year. but now, i don't believe something like that anymore. we are all the same. we are all human. we all need love. we are all need justice. but life's never fair, not all of us could love freely, not all of us could be loved that much by someone, not all of us could be who we really are to be loved. it's ironic, a girl who gets 'love' from her mother by being tortured, scarred —talking about humanity and love.

tomorrow is the second task and it will be held in the black lake obviously. harry, hermione, ron and i have a plan to meet at the library —against the boys wishes 'cause they rather met at hogsmeade but hermione and i said no. we were going to maybe try the bubble head charm; even though i'm sure harry had already asked about the plants to neville. but i don't know what he got.

to be honest, now helping harry because i feel the need to make her proud isn't my intention anymore, it's become like a thing i like to do. helping people, i mean —but still, i haven't got the courage to defy my mum. i still on my way to find that courage.

"no eating in the library!" madam pince hisses, seeing ron opening his chocolate frog. but he ate it anyway, soon after madam pince look away. we're now at the library, ron sitting beside me and hermione and harry across from us. a pile of books between us. we just have a dinner at the great hall before.

"harry you could try this bubble-" hermione says for approximately five times already.

"yea, i know. y/n and i are already looking for stuff that'll help me with my task and we've read this so... why are we in the library?"

"so that's where and what you're doing with y/n at the yule ball night" ron exclaims cheerfully, munching his third chocolate frogs. harry glares at him playfully and ron raised his eyebrows as if 'what?'

"well... you should try the charm! if not using this charm what will make you breathe underwater for an hour? hm?" hermione challenges.

"plants. neville." harry mumbles with his head on the table and his arms sprawled beside his head.

"what plants? did you get it? did neville have it?"

"he tries, he's looking for it. and i'm sure he will get it"

"you can't rely on something you don't know surely harry. what if neville had no plants that you need? i'm scared for you harry"

"guess i'll die then"

"this-is-not-the-time-for-joking-harry!" hermione says between the smacks she gives to harry with a book. "you've only got-" she checks her watch, "you've only got 8 hours away!"

"hate to break this scholar session but professor mcgonagall would like to see you in her office" moody suddenly appears, we all start to stand up, "just granger and eneco"

"but professor harry's task-" hermione began, but moody cuts her,

"that's why he needs rest. come! mcgonagall asks for you. now." he glares at us, then we wave harry and ron goodbye. we walk in the dim corridor awkwardly behind moody.

"what do you think she needs me? am i in trouble? oh, am i failing a test?" hermione whispers panickly.

"if you're failing then what problem i've got? expelled?" i ask sassily. we're now in front of professor mcgonagall's office.

"get in!" moody pushed us a little too harshly that making us stumble into her office door.

"aah! ms.granger, ms.eneco" mcgonagall greets us. there are two other girls here and one of them isn't a hogwarts student. cho chang and fleur's little sister?

"you ask for us to come here professor?" i ask softly. before mcgonagall could answer it,

"am i in trouble professor? am i failing a test? oh, i'm such a failure. i'll do any-" hermione cuts, panicking and she's in the edge of tears.

professor mcgonagall chuckles, amused by the questions hermione just ask. "no ms.granger, you're not failing. now if you will stand in front of my table" we all form a line in front of mcgonagall's desk, "i'm so sorry for this, girls." the last thing we saw was mcgonagall drew her wand out and pointing it at us before everything goes black.