❦ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 ❦

Deatheater?

IT WAS MY FIRST DAY BACK to School and It was my sixth year attending Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry.

I arrived at platform 9 3/4 alone due to the fact my parents were so called 'busy'. I am very convinced their working with the dark lord but I don't want to share my thoughts because people might think differently about me. If i'm being honest I am glad to leave the Rowel manor. All this summer consisted of was me attending formal events with my parents and sitting in my room reading, boring right?

I looked through the crowd to see a glimpse of shiny ginger hair. The Weasleys. I made my way over towards the large group assuming Harry and Hermione would already be gathered with them.

"Hey guys!" I shouted as all of them turned around with big smiles plastering on their faces.

"Arabella!" They said in sync as I pulled them into individual hugs one by one.

"How was your summer?" Harry asked placing his arm around my shoulders.

"Same old.." I said sighing running a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry.. you could have totally hung out at the borrow with us." Ron said with a genuine smile.

"I know, I didn't want to impose." I responded.

"You being around would not be an impose." Ron said poking me.

The big red train honked and people started hugging their parents and waving goodbye.

"Well we better get going." I said running to the train as they trailed behind me. I can't wait to be in the library again. I have one at my house but all the books consists of dark magic and boring fairy tails from the 18th century.

We found an empty compartment and all took a seat with a big sigh. I instantly pulled out my book and began reading as the others talked.

"You have been awfully quiet Bella is everything alright?" Hermione asked me by the nickname she made for me with concern laced in her voice.

I glanced to all of them looking at me with soft eyes "I'm fine, I'm just caught in my book." I giggled checking the time on my watch.

"Now that I think of it I should probably go get changed into my uniform." I said getting up and grabbing my bag exiting the compartment.

As I looked up the hall I spotted the bathrooms but right when I was passing the last compartment a tall familiar blonde stepped out in front of me. He looked a little bit more matured then last year with a chiseled jaw and a slightly different style hair but he also looked tired.. he had noticeable bags under his eyes and he looked more thin.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Rowel. How's those Gryffindors your friends with?" He asked with his cocky smirk.

"Their fine thank you. Now would you please move I need to change." I said with a sarcastic smile.

"No-" he begun before I lost my patience and pushed him making his back hit the glass compartment door so the hallway was clear of ferrets.

"Your going to regret that!" He shouted after me as I walked into the bathroom.

Your probably thinking 'Why does Draco hate you so much?'. Well long story short I became friends with the golden trio and I'm now apparently a blood traitor and other names I can't even remember, pathetic right? His hatred for me grew to be the same amount as Harry's if not more. We never have gotten along. What makes it worse is the fact Blaise picked a specific liking towards me and we became quite close, which he's Malfoy's best friend so you can just guess how that adds on.. Blaise is the only Slytherin I'm friends with the rest of the Slytherins hate me including Pansy Parkinson. She's the definition of a drama queen, and she has an absolute obsession with Malfoy, gross? I know.

I finished changing into my green emerald uniform and started making my way back to our compartment. As I approached the compartment I almost heard arguing happening?

"What's going on?" I said sliding the door open.

"Harry thinks Draco's a deatheater!" Hermione shouted at me as I took a seat next to her.

"Malfoy a deatheater? Are you crazy? He's been looking more drained and exhausted lately but I doubt it would be from that." I scoffed.

They begun arguing again.

"Enough!" I shouted as they all jumped and looked at me.

"It's our sixth year, can we just make the most of it and not argue.. please?" I said sighing.

"Bella's right." Hermione said as everyone agreed then went quiet.

It's only a few hours into the train ride and Harry has already begun making crazy theory's- I wonder what this year has in store for me.