The Girl Who Loved

«8th Chapter»

AN: Oh my god, I have been so busy that it's annoying me. Our online school ended and we got back to school. So fun to see a lot of people:) Yes, that was sarcasm.

But I'm going to keep this note short.

I'm happy to see that so many people are actually reading this. I'm so grateful for you because you give motivation for writing. Love you<3 Ok but I'm screaming inside my head because I'm so so so happy that someone is actually reading this!!!!!!!😩😩

Also, English is not my first language. So, if there are some mistakes or you want to give me some tips, I would be honored to receive feedback from you.

But I'm not keeping you reading this too long. Hope you're having a good day or night or whatever:)

Let's start reading!

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One week has passed since Dumbledore's speech.

The professors have been teaching self-defending and fighting with different kinds of spells and ways. They have also taught us how to control our powers when casting powerful spells and how to develop our powers stronger.

It's been quite fun although professor Snape has been teaching me privately because of my very strong powers.

I have been hanging out with the Golden trio and they seem so fun.

Harry has finally accepted me and makes always fun of me.

I'm questioning his house because he can be so mean. Once when Ron and I were eating, he told us to weigh ourselves up. He said that we eat too much. And when Hermione heard about it, Harry didn't get out of his dorm all day.

He apologized yesterday.

I'm heading to Snape's office. I see Draco come out of there. He notices me and decides to play with me a little.

"Glisseo!"

The staircase under my feet turns into a slide. I trip over to my stomach and start to slide down.

"Incarcerous!" I shout and catch the rope. The other end of it is attached to a torch on the wall. I climb up and smirk at him.

"Do you want to play with me, Malfoy?"

"Well, who wouldn't want to play with you, Craves?"

"Ms. Craves."

A deep voice behind criticizes me.

"Professor. I'm so sorry."

"Good night, Mr. Malfoy."

Professor Snape closes the door and looks at me with a letdown on his face.

"I didn't teach you to 'play' with other students, Ms. Craves."

"Yes, I'm so sorry, professor. It won't happen again."

Lie. That's a lie. I know I'm going to whoop Draco's ass some time. I don't doubt that.

"Then let's start practicing. Shall we?"

I'm so tired. I try to sneak into my dorm as quietly as I can but I hear a familiar voice from the billiard table.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping, Malfoy?"

"I ask the same from you, Craves."

"Well, I had a lesson with Snape although it's none of your business, Malfoy."

"What does he teach you? How to make a ponytail on his hair? Or how to tie your hair up and get on your knees to suck his little lollipop?"

"Nah, Malfoy. That only happens in your imagination. Besides, I think that's what you have been teaching to all those girls who you have taken into your dorm or push into the bathroom."