Choices || Harry Potter [HP X PJO]

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"What's going on?" I asked as the Hufflepuff common room erupted into screams and shouts.

"Quiet!" Professor Sprout shouted, something she rarely did. "As you may know, Sirius Black has been in the building, so please follow me to the Great Hall where you will be given a sleeping bag and a pillow to sleep there."

I exchanged alarmed glances with my friends before following the crowd to the Great Hall, where all the tables had been pushed onto their sides and were pressed against the walls. "Hermione!" I cried, seeing the girl. I ran over to her and leaped into her arms, sighing in relief. Over the past few days, when her friends weren't around, we had been hanging out a lot.

"Scorpia!" She smiled, then whispered, "I'm so glad you were okay. I know that he was in the Gryffindor common room and everyone says he's after Harry, but with who you are..."

I smiled at her, grateful for her concern. "Don't worry, Mione. I can take care of myself."

"Hermione?" Harry asked in anger and surprise, Ron too seeming to share his sentiment. 

The girl scowled at her two friends. "Oh, knock it off, you two. I told you that she wasn't bad!"

I frowned. "Wait a second, why do you guys even hate me to begin with?"

Their faces turned bright red, as if it was an offence to not know. "Because, because—" Ron sputtered. I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Because you hang out with Draco, so you must be evil!" Harry exclaimed. My eyes widened in shock and my hands balled into fists. To my side, I saw Hermione shake her head frantically at her two friends.

"Seriously?" I snarled, taking a threatening step closer to them. "That's why you hate me? You call Draco evil, prejudiced against muggles and muggleborns, but has it ever occurred to you that you're not much better? That you're prejudiced against Slytherin and those who associate with Slytherin? Stop, don't argue with me. I'm not wrong, and you know that. Besides, how could I not be friends with Draco? We've quite literally fought for our lives together, that's the sort of bond that can't be broken. So yeah, you can hate me all you want, you can hate Slytherin and Draco and his friends, but I don't care. I don't know you guys, and you don't know me, so if you keep hating me, your opinion doesn't matter to me because you don't have any real basis to hate me. Hermione, I'll talk to you later."

With that, I stalked off, leaving them staring, shocked, behind me as I walked over to Draco. "I'm still mad at you," I told him before laying down my sleeping bag to his side and cuddling next to him like we used to during quests to maintain heat. Besides, he was like a brother to me. 

Draco smiled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling closer. "I know, Scorpia, I know."

And across the hall, Hermione watched with a smile on her face, glad to see that the two were making up again. 

"Oh my gods," Hermione groaned, slamming her books next to me in the library. "Ron is so annoying! He keeps shouting at me because Scabbers is getting scared by Crookshanks!"

"Scabbers?" I asked, only half paying attention as I continued to read the book that Hecate had gifted me.

"Ron's rat," Hermione said, waving off my question. "Anyways, any luck?"

"No," I grumbled. "The author said that she made her own spell—Myrodorem Occultarypsi. A mix between the Latin and Greek words for scent conceal. But it's really hard, and you have to make a potion after you put the spell on yourself that's also rather hard. It's stupid, really, how freaking hard it is just to protect myself."