Chapter Twelve: Leandra

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It took Emmeranne twelve whole minutes to get to Herbology. She rushes quickly and quietly inside and stands next to me.

"Your late", I whisper to her.

"I got lost for a few seconds", she whispers back.

Then Malfoy makes a noisy entrance. I roll my eyes and Emerannne has a worried look on her face. I wonder why. Before I could ask, Professor Sprout explains what we were doing today. I pay very close attention.

Sometime while I was doing my work, I turn around for a few seconds. I catch Malfoy looking at me again. What is with that boy?

Emmeranne looks at me. "Who are you looking at?"

"That idiot", I say as I nod towards Malfoy.

She looked angry for a split second, then her expression changed. "Why"

"I think he likes me"

"Nonsense", Emmeranne nervously laughs.

"But he must like me", I protest. "This is the second time I catch him looking at me".

"Two times dosen't mean anything"

"Sometimes it does"

"In this case, it doesn't", Emmerannne said rather harshly, and she went back to potting her plant.

"Alright then", I say.

I turn back again. That's when he smirked at me.

"Hello", said a voice next to me.

I jumped. I notice it's my brother Harry.

"Oh, you scared me", I say to him.

"Sorry", Harry replies. "Hello Emmeranne"

"Hello Harry", she mumbles.

"I don't know what's wrong with her", I tell Harry.

"Emmeranne hates me, just like her father", Harry sighs.

I turn to Emmeranne, like if I were telling her "tell him that that's not true". She remained angry.

"Emmerannne dosen't hate you", I say. "She's just anti-social".

I'm sure Emmeranne is going to kill me later for saying that.

"Oh ok", Harry says, and we all go back to work.

When class ended, I was one of the last ones who left. I walked out and bumped into Malfoy.

"Again", I growl at him.

"At least this time your books didn't fall", Malfoy said. He said it like it was supposed to be funny. I push my way past him.

"Hey wait", he says. But I ignore him.

I find Emmeranne a couple of feet ahead and we leave to our next classes.

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