𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂 (𝒏.)- 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔.
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Friday afternoon was more than dreadful as we had double Potions today.
Harry seemed most on edge by this not only because we have to spend an hour and a half down in the dungeons with Snape but also the Slytherin students would be in attendance.
"—No! Harry c'mon!" I exclaim as I pull on his robe sleeve tightly, redirecting him towards the Potions classroom.
The brunet haired boy lets out a sigh as he begrudgingly follows me.
Being around Harry lately was horrible.
Because of the circumstances everyone from each house seemed to really hate him.
Especially the Hufflepuffs.
Now the brunet haired boy had taken to always being by my side because he and Ron weren't talking.
I feel bad for hating it.
I know I want his attention but this isn't what I intended.
We finally arrive outside of Snape's dungeon and my face falls as I notice the Slytherins already waiting outside.
The Slytherin students all dawned on a large badge with the words: SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY— THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION!
"Like them Potter?" Draco questions loudly as Harry and I approach the crowd.
He presses on the pin and the message that once appeared on the badge vanished and was replaced by another one.
POTTER STINKS!
My face twists up into a glare as the students all around roar with laughter and mimic Draco's movements all now broadcasting the words 'POTTER STINKS!' on their chests.
I turn and look at Harry, his face red with embarrassment and anger as he balls his fists.
"Very funny" I hiss darkly over towards Draco. "really fucking witty"
"Language, Loveheart" Daphne coos.
Draco takes a step towards me, setting his gray eyes on me.
"Do you want one Blythe?" he questions, grabbing a pin and pinning it to my chest.
I quickly take it off and throw it into the crowd, hitting Greengrass straight in the eye.
He stares at me for a moment, his gray eyes settling on mine as I search his face. Not understanding why he was behaving like this, especially after that attempted apology yesterday.
"I expect you want one too, Granger" the blond haired boy assumes, pulling his gaze away from me and directing his words towards Hermione. "I have loads. Just don't touch my hand, I've just washed it. I don't want a Mudblood dirtying me up"
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𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.j potter
Fanfiction{REWRITING/UPDATING} This was bigger. Bigger than our love. Bigger than the two of us. This was the end of our friendship. After all we've been through together. What ended it all was just a summer. One summer ended our entire friendship permanently...
