Obsessed ; Draco Malfoy

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Draco Malfoy:

Disgusting. Not only is she a Mudblood, that Kaira, but she's also a blood traitor. She's a bitch. All Muggleborns and bitches. She was talking to those stupid red-headed family.

I mean, how many kids could you really have? Pathetic! And she was also sitting next to that other pathetic excuse of a witch. Granger. How could I touch her, or even talk to her after that?

Kaira Henderson:

Draco's silence throughout the day lingered in the back of my mind, a nagging discomfort I tried to push aside. I didn't know he would take our little argument  so personally, but then again, he did provoke it. To be honest, I did over react. He honestly saved my life last night, and I just yelled at him... Whatever. If he wants to talk to me, he's welcome. If not, screw you, babe.

Hermione's impassioned rant about the inappropriate use of curses in a classroom setting drew my attention away from Draco's silent treatment. "-to perform them in a classroom? I mean, did you see Neville's face?" Neville Longbottom, the gentle and kind Hufflepuff, became an unwitting victim of the discussion. It bothered me to see him being put through such an ordeal, especially after knowing the tragedy that had happened to his parents. This teacher needs help...

Harry subtly warned Hermione to be mindful of her surroundings with a small nudge to her shoulder,particularly Neville, who appeared lost in his own thoughts, staring out the window.

"Neville?" Hermione asks slowly after looking at us.

Before Neville could even turn around, Moody appeared out of nowhere, which I'm slowly starting to get used to, and puts a hand on Neville's shoulder. "Son," He started. "You okay?" Neville nodded slowly, as if he was too traumatized to even speak. "Come on, we'll have a cuppa tea. I want to show you something." Moody said and walked away, Neville trailing behind.

"If Moody hurts Neville, he won't see the end of me," I declared to the golden trio. I couldn't bear the thought of an innocent soul like Neville's suffering for no reason. The trio nodded in silent agreement.

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In the bustling atmosphere of the dining hall, our attention shifted to the Goblet of Fire ceremony. Harry and Ron observed the students confidently submitting their names, while Hermione and I sat on the bench, her head in her book.

Curiosity overcame me, and I questioned Hermione's ability to study during such an exciting event. "H-how can you study when something this exciting is happening?" I ask, honestly confused.

She sighed, closed her book with a slam, "You see, Kaira-"

Her words were interrupted with a commotion as a group of students forcibly pushed a boy from Hufflepuff toward the Goblet. He is confident, and the cheers from the crowd intrigued me. It looked like he had soft dark brown hair but I couldn't tell his eye colour from here. I admired how he put his name in The Goblet confidently. How do people do that without fearing for their life?

When he put his name in the cup, everyone started cheering and praising him, as if he had won something spectacular. Before he jumped to his friends, in a moment, I see his eyes lock with mine, and I feel as though I'm frozen. He smiles and winks at me, leaving me shocked. I involuntarily blush and looked down, my insides bursting at the sudden action.

He had grey eyes. Grey, beautiful eyes.

He then jumped to his friends and they walked away. Who is this guy?

"Eternal Glory." Ron starts as my blushed cheeks start to calm down, admiring the Goblet of Fire. "Brilliant, wouldn't it? Three years from now and when we're old enough to get chosen.