"It's hard to explain...but...the one thing I know is... I'm in love with you Draco..." I said to him
"why me...? out of all...me?"
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common with her, confused over why of all people...why her. After years of abandonm...
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shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. something huge was moving toward them. We shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight.
It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredibly horrible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. A TROLL.
The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
the troll wasn't about to come out of it. With one great leap,
Hermione and I was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking behind at Hermione I saw her pale face as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on us, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.
Harry and ron barged inside the lavatory. "Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to Ron, and, seizing a tap, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.
The troll stopped a few feet from us as I hold my wand tightly towards it. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise.
Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.
"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.
"Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at us, trying to pull me toward the door, but Hermione couldn't move, so I wasn't leaving her, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror.
The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started toward Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.
Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid according to me. He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped, it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils, I gaged at the scene. The troll was Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
