The Gryffindor Girl

Chapter 11

(Harry's POV)

I called her stupid and a slut. She was far from either but I still called her those things and the worst part is I didn't mean to, I was just so angry about seeing her kiss Malfoy. He smirked at me before he got to touch and kiss her, something that I had always wanted to do but I couldn't. Now she'll never talk to me again and it's all because I let my anger get the better of me. If my mother could see me now she would be so ashamed of how I talked to Marie, how I stood in front of her fuming with anger for choosing to like a boy that wasn't me. 

Apart from Malfoy being one of the worst people there ever was, the reason I loathe him wasn't for the years of torturing or even dating the girl I was in love with but for my suspicions of him. I always see him sneaking off and skipping classes doing something merlin only knows, I tried following him a couple of times but was always caught by Snape who had it out for me since day one. 

I had always been suspicious of Malfoy given his dad being a loyal follower of Voldemort. His dad attempted several times to aid in ending my life under strict instructions and though Draco was never around for those specific events, he was not innocent either. I couldn't prove it and that's what I've always hated about him but I'm determined to find out whether he will join his dad and be apart of Voldemort's followers. They are moving in silence but they will eventually try to end this chapter and I will be ready. That's why I love all of my friends, year after year they continue to fight for my life along side me, they come along with me happily and willing to protect me at all costs even when I beg them to not to come. They are always so ready to lay their lives down for me every second and I just called one of them a slut. Hermione and Daya will kick my ass for this. 

Instead of continuing to sit here against this wall in a random corridor hating myself, I decide to go back up to my dorm to sit and talk with Ron. 

"So you're telling me Marie is dating that spoiled brat Malfoy and you caught them kissing this morning while we were all sleeping." Ron looked as shocked as I expected him to be as I sat there and told him everything that happened this morning including our huge fight and the name calling on my part. I nodded yes and he shook his head in disbelief. 

"Mate you know I'm on your side about this and all but you didn't need to call her names even I know calling a girl a slut is a big no no and you didn't just call her a slut you called her stupid too, you've got to do better." Ron gave me a huge look of disapproval as he finished scolding me, forcing me to process my wrong doings even more. He gave me a pat on the shoulder then went back to doing what he was doing beforehand, I sat at the edge of the bed solemn and thinking about my words. If I feel this bad I can't imagine how Marie feels right now. 

I know this is wrong but I need to know if she's doing okay and I obviously can't go see her, she wouldn't dare speak to me after what I called her so I pulled out the mirror from my side drawer and whispered to it to show me Marie. I didn't want Ron to know I had this or anybody really, it was a gift from Dumbledore so that I can always be aware. Marie is neither a death eater or Voldemort but I hurt her and I need to make sure she is alright. 

Once the mirror cleared it showed a fragile looking Marie sitting on her bed with her head in Daya's lap. Hermione was rubbing her back to comfort her from what I could guess, I looked closer to see a stream of tears flowing down her face and my heart broke. I made her feel like that and I don't think she'll ever forgive me. I throw the mirror back in the drawer because the sight of her crying like that was too much for me to handle. I really fucked up this time. 

(Marie's POV- Three weeks later) 

"You know you don't have to walk me back to my room every time we finish working on the cabinet." I tell Draco as we walk hand in hand through the Gryffindor common room. At that moment he starts swinging my arm back and forth funnily until he eventually pulls me into his chest. I laugh at his sudden actions and look up into his eyes.