D.M. Hate.

Ch.5

When I arrived in my dorm that night, everyone had already gone to bed. I was relieved because I wouldn't have to explain my whereabouts or anything about the events taken place tonight.

My chest was seething with unfiltered rage and a poignant desire for revenge. Somehow, throughout the past few years, seeing Malfoy walk through the same corridor as me and laugh with his friends or talk about his father, was something I was capable of brushing past. I had that slight tinge of terror of what he might do to James or I if he ever did decide he wanted to acknowledge our existence and the pain his father caused us, but I had never been so unabashedly filled with this violent wish for justice.
He was cruel and senseless, just like his father, and I was stupid to ever allow him a chance to change my mind.
I wanted him to pay his father's unjust debt. I didn't care if he had been a child when it all happened, I didn't care that he had no part in the entire affair. I couldn't feel guilty or ashamed at any of these feelings, and that fact made me realize that I was not at all far from whatever his father must have felt when he murdered my parents in cold blood. I wanted the murderer of my parents to do exactly to his son what he did to me.

The morning light crept through the sheer curtains as I opened my eyes the next day. I looked around the room to see that Lia and Lily were both sitting on their bed(s?) with their portable vanity propped in front of them, giggling over the excitement of the coming hours of the day. I sat up in my bed to get a better view, looking for Bells.
"Oh, You're up finally!" Lily jumps off her bed to scurry over to mine and sit at the end of it.
"You wondering where Bells is?" Lia called from the other side of the room, making her way over.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"Bells," she states again, "I assume you're wondering where she is."
"Um— yes, I suppose so," I say, surprised that her assumption was entirely true and questioning what it meant.
"She's gone to get breakfast. I think she said she'd bring some back for you so no reason to hurry."
"And you two?"
"We got up way earlier for breakfast. Didn't wanna wake either of you."
I smiled at Bells' thoughtfulness. Gretchen never did stuff like that for me. I haven't spoken to Gretchen for a week, since a magical history lesson.
A few minutes later Bells came in with a plate of scones and some juice.
"Phank wew!" I said with a scone in my mouth and she chuckled.
"Alright, you've gotta get ready for your Hogsmeade date!" She says.
I stop chewing, my smile dropping.
Her face drops too, "you didn't ask anyone, did you?"
I shake my head slowly.
"Blimey, Mae! You had a week!" She sounds less disappointed than she does amused.
"I could stay later and ask someone," I suggest but she shakes her head with a charming smile.
"No, I don't want you to stay all by yourself for some stupid dare."
"It wouldn't be terrible," I offer reassurance, "And I don't want to fail you and your dare. I said I'd ask a boy out so I will."
"And you'll have plenty more weekends to spend at Hogsmeade..." she says, debating her options, "alright, fine. But if you don't find somebody in time, just come down anyway."
I nod, "Okay."
We spent the next couple of minutes talking about plots to lure a boy into my trap.
Bells got ready, wearing a cute pullover and jeans. Her hair always lay on her shoulders so perfectly, like a waterfall. I wished I had healthy hair like hers. Mine was so brittle with split ends and clumps coming out each time I showered.

I watched the three girls walk out the door— more like shoved them out. They were insistent that I would be better off coming with them and they wouldn't care if I kept my promise or not. Truthfully, I needed some time alone. I was going to attempt to find a boy but I wouldn't waste my whole time with only that when there was so much more I needed to unravel. It was a convenient excuse to allow myself a little time to think things through. I told them I honestly might end up spending the day at school due to some "inner works" at play anyway so they should not worry themselves for my lack of company.

I got dressed and headed for the halls for a stroll.

I had been walking only a short time before I heard a familiar voice.