𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: 𝐝.𝐦

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Unfortunately, you can't help who you end up liking or even love. Mindlessly, Arabella got caught up in thought, her mind was like a puzzle. The main problem was when she experienced something new it was almost like not knowing how many pieces there are in a puzzle. Draco was effortlessly stuck in the back of her mind. Them words still haunted her from moments ago, he was like the ghost in her haunted house, and she absolutely repulsed it.

She needed him to fade away, fade away like the dash of colour that complimented her skin every time somome mentioned his name, and put him behind her, far away.

Sadly, she just simply couldn't. The main thing she focused on was the difference, the difference between liking other guys and then liking him,it was not forced. She knew this because mainly him and her could never and would never happen, not in a million years.

She finally came to the conclusion, she didn't like him, it was Draco Malfoy after all but that did not mean she wouldn't keep a close eye on him.

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Arabella perspective:

I watched Harry as he bounced his knee over an again and again, how he masticated on his finger tips, "They'll catch black wont they?" He asked us, his eyes were full of fear, fear you could tell was corrupting him slowly.

Hermione and Ron glanced at eachother before they looked back at him. You could tell they were unsure if they wanted to reveal the truth to my brother. Hermione sighed and closed her book she was lightly reading as she then straightened herself slowly from her slumbered posture.

"I mean, everyone's looking for him..." Hermione replied quietly, she looked back down as she began to fiddle with the ends of the corner of her book, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

Before either of them could say another word it was too late, " but, no one has ever broke out of Azkaban, and he's a murderous, raving lunatic" Ron blurted out, he looked flustered after he said it as he was flashed with an unappealing look from Hermione as he placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose frustratedly.

"Well done Ronald" I added on with a snide grin as I clapped my hands gently, he looked over at Harry who was now fidgeting with his fingers. Ron just looked straight down to his narrow knees, silently.

Out of the blue, the train had stopped, we all looked up at one another with confused glances. "Why the fuck have we stopped now" I gnarled, I slapped my hands on my knee before standing up to open the compartment door.

Suddenly, there was a drastic change of temperature, there was now a grim episode of stinging coldness. You could describe it like the sun had perished then and now, the feeling was deadly, like a glacier had been stabbed through me to the very core and chilled me to the utter bone. It festered throng my body, my hands fell numb from the bitterly cold and washed through me clean.

"There's some one out there" I heard Ron say nervously, I didn't have the energy to respond, I felt strangely drained and weak, I placed my hand on the door nob and another on my head balancing it, until I heard them shout my name before I could look back, that was it.

"Arabella? Arabella are you alright" I heard hazy voices, I struggled to open my eyes, I felt unnaturally tired, I saw Harry look above me, relieved.