In Love With a Mudblood

Chapter 2

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"What?"

His bravado had left him and he was staring at me as though he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

"You heard me," I said. "My parents are Muggles."

"But you-" he began.

"But I what?" I snap.

"You seem so normal," he said blankly.

"What's that supposed to mean? Just because I'm a Muggle-Born doesn't mean that I'm any different from anyone else," I told him angrily.

"How would you like it if people made fun of you because of your parentage? Steal and vandalize your things, call you names, hex you when you're not looking. It's not like I can control who I was born to!" I was on a roll now. "Besides, my parents are wonderful, loving people and even if I could choose, I wouldn't choose anyone else."

Draco was still staring at me in shock.

"You know, I actually thought we could be friends. You were the first person in this stupid country to be even remotely nice to me. Even when I found out what you were really like I still tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. Gave you a chance to tell your story. Looks like I was wrong," I said. My eyes were stinging again. Threatening to let out tears at any moment.

I couldn't stand to be there for one more second. I ran out of the compartment and hid in one of the bathrooms for a moment. My face was a bit red, but nothing too bad. It should go away pretty quickly. I smoothed out my skirt and fixed my hair, then turned and left the bathroom.

Draco POV

I sat there in complete shock as she ran out. How could she be a Mud–er Muggle-Born? Why couldn't she have been a Pureblood or at least a Half-Blood? What would my father think? Thinking about his father reminded him of what he'd been taught about Mudbloods.

"They're the scum of the earth, Draco. Avoid associating with their kind whenever possible."

Reminded of his father's words, he grew angry. I can't believe she lied to me! She let me believe she was like me!

Suddenly the train lurched to a stop, nearly throwing me out of my seat. The lights went out and it got cold. Really cold. Students were shouting and some were running around. I rolled my eyes. This is ridiculous. Just wait until my father hears about this.

The yelling stopped in an instant. I couldn't tell what had happened, but then I felt it. Hopelessness. Every bad feeling I'd ever felt came crashing down on me. Happiness seemed like a distant fantasy, completely unreachable.

Slowly the feeling let up and the lights came back on. I shuddered. I only knew of one thing that could do something like this. Dementors. I never wanted to feel that again. My thoughts were interrupted once more by a quiet hoot. I looked up to see the girl's owl, sitting by her trunk. She'd left them behind when she stormed out.

I wonder if she'll come back for them. Wait! What if she was out in the hall when the Dementors came? What if they–no. It was too horrible to think about. They had no reason to do that anyways.

Maybe I'll go and see what happened to Crabbe and Goyle and the rest of that lot. Yeah. I'll go check on them. If I just happened to run into the girl again, then–No! What is going on with me today? I'm checking on my mates. End of story.

Layla POV

I was still angry with Draco, but I wasn't going to let it spoil my day anymore. The train will probably be arriving soon anyways. Shoot! I forgot my stuff in the compartment! Now I have to go back and face him. Groaning internally, I turned to go back to my compartment. The train, however, had other plans. It lurched to a stop, pitching me forward into the ground.