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Hermione was kind enough to let her sleep in her dorm room. Devore couldn't stomach to be in the same room as Morgan. She still couldn't wrap her head around everything that was happening. Her best friend rattling them out, the D.A. meetings being terminated by Umbridge and her band of idiots. It made her blood boil, almost distracting her from how hurt her feelings were.
She had been on edge for days now. She could feel judgmental eyes on her everywhere she went, mainly from her own house. Devore kept her attention to herself, trying not to let it bother her. If she showed her true feelings, people would think she was weak, and if people thought she was weak, she'd get angry. Nobody liked Devore when she was angry.
The news of Dumbledore's disappearance was the talk of the town. Harry told her all about, including Umbridge's treatment towards Morgan, which set a fire inside of her. To distract herself, Devore tried focusing on her studies. She studied with Hermione and Olivia, both of the girls worried about her because she was holding everything in. All of her friends were worried.
There was no Devore without Morgan and the girls hadn't spoken since what happened in the Room of Requirement.
She walked with Fred through the semi empty hallway, their hands locked together. He kept eyeing her with a concerned stare, but he decided it was best to let her cope in her own way.
"Need I remind you both that all students are to stand within eight inches of each other?"
Draco's shrill voice made her jaw clench. Devore rolled her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for you, Malfoy."
"Just keep walking." Fred muttered, not willing to give Malfoy his time.
"Ignoring orders now are we, Taylor?"
Devore huffed and spun around, glaring at him. "What do you want?" She raised her voice, growing annoyed.
Draco stood there smirking, casting Fred short glares. "I expect better from you, Devore."
"Oh please, you're not my father," she scoffed.
Her annoyed seemed to feed his ego. "I'm afraid I'll have to knock down points from your house, Weasley." He directed to Fred.
Fred glared at him harshly. "You can't take points away from houses, Malfoy."
"Yeah, you're just being dick," Devore snapped.
Draco clicked his tongue. "Disrespecting a prefect? I guess that's more points from Gryffindor—"
She sensed that Fred was about five seconds away from ripping his head off, so Devore grabbed a hold of his arm. "Come on, let's go." She muttered and pulled her boyfriend away from.
"I hate him, I swear," Fred seethed with a bright red face, the veins in his neck popping out from anger.
They were both angry and frustrated from everything going on. Devore could handle her own vexation but when it came to Fred, seeing him in this way hurt her deeply. She grabbed his hand again. "Come here," she muttered and pulled him down an empty part of the hallway.
