His sparkle || 𝐷.𝑀

Chapter 4

Narrator

As the years passed by Clarissa and Draco stood angry at one another, For the remark Clarissa made back in year 3. Constantly bickering and throwing meaningless insults at one another any chance they got.

Year 6

"How are you and Harry?" Mattie asked as she and Clarissa took a seat on the couch in the Hufflepuff common room.

"Good, But he's been pretty distant lately, I asked him to hang out and he said he's busy, he's been busy all week."

"Try for the past 3 years" Mattie scoffed while taking out her Potions book.

Mattie and Clarrisa walked into potions being stopped by Snape.

"Ms. Bruo, take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Heart, take a seat beside Mr. Thomas."

"Sir, Me and Dra- Malfoy, don't particularly see eye to eye, Would it be-"

"Ms. Bruo, I understand the circumstance, but I enjoy your suffering far too much." Snape sarcastically smiled and walked back over to his desk.

Clarrisa scoffed as she took my seat next to Draco.

"If it isn't the blood traitor, Clarissa Bruo." He scoffed as Clarrisa sat down beside him.

"If, it isn't ferret boy, Draco Malfoy." She snickered back.

"Ms. Bruo, Mr. Malfoy, care to invite us into your conversation?" Snape's cold voice sounded from the other side of the room.

"No sir."

"Then be quiet."

"Hey Clarissa, You and Dean, are friends right?" Mattie asked as they exited potions.

" Not really, but yes, He's also one of Harry's friends, Why?"

"Well um- don't laugh-"

"If you're about to tell me you're in love with Dean Thomas then stop talking cause I already know." Clarrisa interrupted as Mattie's cheeks coated with blush.

Clarrisa

"Hey, Cris I need to speak with you." Hermione looked unsettled as she pulled me into her dorm.

"Hey Mione, what is it?"

"It's about Harry." She began twiddling with the locket Ron gave her.

"What it is?"

"Harry's- Well, Harry'ssleepingwithGinny!" She spoke so fast I swear she didn't even speak at all.

"Hermione, love, I can't understand a thing you sad apart from the name Harry. Slowly."

She took a deep breath, shakey, but deep. " Harry is sleeping with Ginny." She looked relieved to get it off her shoulders as if the weight of the world was released.

Anger began to rush in my veins, I can't believe what I'm hearing. " You're lying."

"What?"

"I said you're lying! There's no way- Harry loves me! He says it all the time!"

"Crissy, Love, when was the last time he really said I love you." Hermione put her hand on my back in a form of comfort.

"I- I can't deal with you right now Hermione!" And with that, I stormed out of her dorm and quickly rushed to Harry to tell him what she said.

"Love, you won't believe wha-" And there he is. Lying in the arms of one of my closest friends.

Ginny Weasley. Extremely prepossessing, graceful, beauty is an understatement for this girl.

I quietly pulled out my wand and muttered " Windgardium Leviosa" cup of water on the nightstand floated into the air, spilling water onto them, causing a shriek from Ginny.

"Crissy! Merlin, it's not what it looks like!" Ginny's face was scarlet.

She was right.