All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 3

Transfiguration was my first class of the day, last nights events were almost forgotten as we were trying to turn chairs into a toy car, it was not going well.

McGonagall was constantly shouting at people for swearing, Enzo and I had already given up and were talking about our D.A.D.A homework.

It was hard.

Because we have Snape now.

Snivellus.

After transfiguration I have Potions, and I wasn't planning on going.

"Where do you think you're going Princess?"

Kill me now.

"Anywhere away from you."

"Ooo shiver me timbers,"

I was quite far ahead of him at that point but he began to speed up, obviously wanting to converse with me.

"What about potions?"

"I'm not going."

"Why?"

Is he dumb?

"Why do you think?" I turn to him, "because I don't want to."

"Well where are you going then? Seriously." he places a cigarette between his lips and goes to light it.

He takes a drag and as he pulls it away, I grab it from his fingers, "Stop it, that's disgusting."
I leant down and put it out against the grass.

If looks could kill I'd be as dead as the Potters.

"The fuck did you do that for? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Nora Goldhunt, and apparently I'm going to be the death of you." I smiled and carried on walking, leaving him stood at the top of the hill.

Finally.

After eating, me, Draco, and Theo went to the library to finish our D.A.D.A homework, it was a 9 page essay on werewolves and Theo could do nothing but complain.

"But we did this in third year?!"

"Really? You hadn't said!" It's so hard to tune this boy out.

"Only because that loony Lupin fucked off for a few weeks and Snape didn't know what to teach us." Draco muttered, not even looking up from his page.

Obviously he was nearly done, he's so smart it's actually unfair.

"Aw no I liked Professor Lupin." I said, it's true he was so nice, definitely had a soft spot for Harry, though nobody could work out why.

"He was a werewolf you know."

Is he everywhere?

"Liar" Theo chuckled.

"Promise I'm not, Fenrir bit him when Lupin was a kid, he used to tell me stories about it..."

My brain started to switch off and his voice drifted away. I let my head fall from my hands and hit the desk with a loud bang.

"What did you do that for?" Draco looked at me like I'd just told him I was in love with Ron.

"Do you. EVER. Shut up?" I glared at Mattheo, waiting for his response.

"What's your problem with me? God, all I've done is be nice." He shouted, about eighteen people shushed him.

"Well stop it." I huffed. I gathered my papers and left for the common room.

Truth be told, I don't know why I have a problem with him. I just get this feeling. He knows things, more that he's letting on and I don't like it.

Every time we're together I feel like he can see right through me, like he's picking apart every aspect of my life.

I want him to leave me alone, and hopefully now he will.