Forbidden {Book 2}

Chapter 3

"Bella are you alright," Hermione asked me frantically.

My anxiety was acting up because of my god damn brother.

"Fine," I wheezed.

"Are you sure? You don't sound-"

"I'm fine, Hermione!" I spat so forcefully my head pounded harder and spun faster.

I closed my eyes and cupped my ears.

"Will you stop eating?" Hermione growled at her next victim.

"Huh?" Ron said with a mouthful of food.

"Your best friend is missing and all you can to is eat?" Hermione asked him with a hint of disgust.

"Oi! Calm down and look around you bloody fool," Ron said.

"Why is it he's always cover in blood?" Ginny, who sat next to me, asked.

I looked up and saw Harry walking into the Great Hall holding a bloody rag up to his nose.

"Looks like it's his own this time," I told her.

I hastily got off the bench. Not my best move. My head pounded harder and my head spin faster causing me to fall onto my knees.

There was a gasp throughout the Hall.

"Bella!" Harry gasped running over to me and helping me back on the bench.

"I was going to storm up to you and point my finger in you face," I told Harry as he sat next me.

"Yeah I figured that," he chuckled before getting serious. "What just happened there?"

"Nothing," I lied.

I look down at my plate that held a mountain of mash potatoes and a chicken leg.

"Isabella," Harry warned.

"Later," I dismissed.

"Isabel-"

"Later."

I then shoved the chicken leg into my mouth.

I looked up and meet eyes with Draco. He smiled at me but his eyes showed pain.

I pulled the chicken leg out of my mouth and smiled back at him.

'Remember, after dinner,' he mouthed.

I gave him a small nod before going back to my food.

"Why were you so late?" Hermione asked.

"Later," Harry replied, eyeing the people around us.

"But-"

"Later, Hermione," Harry snapped.

"You missed the sorting," Ron said changing the subject.

"Did the hat say anything?" Harry asked piling food into his plate.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It advised us to unite against our enemies."

"That's original," Harry laughed sarcastically. "So Snape said Hagrid was late-"

"How come you were with Snape?" I asked.

"Bumped into him," Harry said shifting in his seat and adverting his eyes.

"Well Hagrid is here, mate," Ron said nodding his head towards our friendly giant friend. "He's right up there waving at you."

I watched as Harry gave him a faint smile and a small wave.

The ghost of Sr. Nicholas came over and began a conversation with the three of them. I blanked out for a while.