Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 20: Alone

Hey Wattpaders!

Well, I have a few announcements.

~~This chapter is also unedited. Sorry!~~

One; My laptop crapped out on me, AGAIN, and now, I'm writing things out longhand, and then typing it on my mom's work laptop. Ugh. So, if my posts are delayed, thats why! I'm not just leaving this story undone! I WON'T!

Two; -Oops! Will come later! ;)

Buh-Bye!

~Christianne

Phoenix POV

Earlier That Day…

“I’ll be back later,” Harry sighed, getting up. I shrugged, not looking up from the board, where Harry had beaten me at Wizards Chess.

I got board, just sitting in the common room. I grabbed a thick gray jumper, and pulled it over my blue blouse, leaving the buttons undone as I walked out of the cozy red and gold room. My shoes echoed on the stone floor as I walked to the library. I stopped in a mirror to fix the clip that held the sides of my hair back, and jumped when I heard a voice.

“What are you doing here?” my silver clip clattered to the ground as u spun around to see Draco Malfoy leaning on the wall from a separate corridor. I bent down and got my clip, ignoring him.

“Answer me mud-blood,” he snapped as I clipped my curls back. “What are you doing here?”

“I do go to this school too, despite what your father tried last year,” I said calmly, fixing a stray curl around my face, watching him in the mirror before walking towards the library again.

“You had it comin’”” Malfoy snapped, I heard his expensive shoes smack the floor as he followed me. I laughed at ‘commin’ coming from his mouth. Rich, pure-bloods rarely used language like that. “Thinking you where in the same league as us!” he said, finishing his thought.

“Please,” I sighed, spinning on a heel, my annoyed bubbling up as confidence. It felt…different. “I know I’m not in the same league as you.” I said, he several feet away from me. “I’m better.” I said simply, a content smile on my face.

“I thought you would have known that by now…I’m just better than you…” I said, trailing off as I walked away. I heard a bang, and whirled around, I saw a Malfoy with his wand drawn and pointed at me.

“Take it back.” He snarled, his cold gray eyes where hard as the glared at me. I quickly pulled out my own wand, holding it at my side.

“No.” I said firmly.

“I said, take. It. Back.” He growled again, taking a step closer.

“No.” I said again, waiting until he was about to say a spell before I did anything. I was actually good at dueling. Last year me and Leo joined Lockheart’s dueling club with Harry and Ron. I beat them both, well, I beat Ron. Harry gave up because he was hungry, and Snape had to stop me and Leo because neither of us could get an upper hand. I guess we where just that good.