FRACTURED HEARTS
cleverness can only take you so far
"Lia, we have to get up, or we'll be late!"
Hermione's urgent nudge was all it took to drag me out of what was rapidly becoming my new favorite dream: a detention with Snape. It was just a couple of days into the new term, and already I felt like I was buried under a mountain of homework—mostly courtesy of the Potions master. The constant scent of parchment from the never-ending essays he assigned was starting to seep into my dreams. Honestly, if anyone was going to get tired of the smell of paper, it was me.
"Ugh, I think I dreamt about detention with Snape," I grumbled, pulling myself out of bed. "I woke up in the middle of the night, all freaked out."
"What's the first class?" Hermione asked, looking half-asleep herself.
"Defence Against The Dark Arts," she replied, her voice brightening with a hint of excitement. "I've been eager to learn more about Moody."
"Yeah, I'm curious about that too. Well, we'll find out today. Parvati, Lavender, get up you guys!"
We threw on our Gryffindor uniforms—robes over white button-downs, red and gold ties, and black skirts—before heading out of the dorm. As we entered the Gryffindor Common Room, we waited for Harry and Ron. When they finally joined us, we all headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Thuse phncekes ahr thu die fohr—"
"Ron! Stop talking with your mouth full!" Hermione's disgust was palpable.
"Seriously, mate, we didn't catch a word of that." I added, shooting him a look.
Ron swallowed and tried again. "I said these pancakes are to die for. The house-elves really outdid themselves."
"WEASLEY! Hey, Weasley!"I rolled my eyes as the rest of the group turned to see Pansy Parkinson coming energetically in our direction, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet.
This skank.
"What now." Ron muttered, clearly annoyed.
Pansy Parkinson's squeakyvoice sliced through the murmur of the Great Hall. I barely had time to swallow my pancake before she was storming toward Ron, her face twisted into a sneer. She was brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet like a weapon.
"Ugh, what now." Ron grumbled, barely lifting his head.
Pansy's lips curled into a malicious grin. "Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" she announced loudly, ensuring that everyone in the hall could hear. "Listen to this!"
Ron's face darkened. "Not interested."
Pansy's eyes sparkled with cruel delight. "Oh, but you should be. They've got this wonderful article about Arthur Weasley—except they call him Arnold. Isn't that just charming?"
"Great, more of your useless gossip," Harry muttered, trying to ignore the situation.
Ignoring Harry, Pansy continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The article's full of embarrassing details. Seems like your dear old dad managed to make a complete fool of himself at the Ministry. Quite a laugh, really."
Ron's face turned red.
Before the short haired snake could continue, I stopped her right in her tracks. "Shut it, Pansy."
Could anyone eat their pancakes in peace?
Pansy sneered. "Well well, if it isn't Gryffindor's attention princess coming to the rescue?"
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Fractured Hearts | Draco Malfoy
FanfictionEver since their first clash at Hogwarts, Celia Davis and Draco Malfoy have been sworn enemies, their rivalry legendary among students. But as their fourth year unfolds, unexpected circumstances force them into each other's lives like never before...
