Skill and Seclusion [2] || Harry Potter x OC x Draco Malfoy

130. An Unexpected Question

DISCLAIMER

I do not own Harry Potter ... but Draco and Bel's enemies to lovers is not gonna be conventional (just saying)

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Bel didn't quite know where she was headed.

She was running off of pure anger.

Did she go to her clearing to try and calm herself down?

Did she head to Dumbledore's office and demand he do something about Rita Skeeter?

Did she go and find the journalist herself to give her a piece of her mind?

All she knew was that wherever she went, she wanted to be as far away from any Hogwarts student as possible.

Luckily for her, the only people who had read the newspaper for now were situated in the Great Hall.

This means that, as Bel stormed through the hallways of the school, the students around her weren't staring at her with those dreaded judgemental eyes.

In an ideal world, Bel would use her newfound ability to apparate someone far away from here.

But Dumbledore had spoken to her about such things. Apparition was not to be used for trivial matters.

Only in emergencies, as it is for the best that others don't know she has permission to apparate around the school grounds.

Which left her back to walking.

Her mind replaying over the passage Rita Skeeter had written as she took step after step.

Meddlesome playing with boy's hearts.

Wrapped around her finger.

Not satisfied with just the Slytherin boy.

Her latest prey.

Who will she choose?

Rita Skeeter had made her out to seem like a terrible person.

A horrible person who messed around with relationships she isn't even a part of.

As she walked past the stone walls of the hallways, Bel suddenly had an idea.

The Room of Requirement.

No student would follow her, and she could get into her training room to let off some steam by practicing.

As she had learnt before, it's not a viable solution for her to keep her anger bottled up.

When it released, it could be dangerous. Better get it out now.

Bel quickly made her way to a hallway she believed to be abandoned and came to a stop opposite a blank stone wall.

Closing her eyes, Bel knew she needed to focus to get in at all.

Briefly, she was able to shut up the screaming voice of Rita Skeeter in her mind to think of her desperate need for her training room in such a moment as this.

The faint sound of stone scratching over itself was heard, and Bel opened her eyes to see the familiar wooden door had formed in front of her.

Without looking around, Bel stepped forward, throwing open the door and stepping inside.

The door usually closed itself behind her, so the enraged Hufflepuff girl continued on into the middle of the room.

With a wave of her right hand, the wooden dummies she would use as opponents for mass duelling practice moved forward to form a circle around her.