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At nearly half past seven, I made my way towards the infamous class where Harry taught.

With books in hand, I skipped down the hall. Nobody was roaming except for me and for a mere second, I almost debated skipping.

But then again, Harry already knew I had class with him and I'd get in trouble if I started doing stupid things like that.

And so, once I finally got to his classroom, I knocked gently on the door and pushed my self through slowly.

I didn't want to disturb the rest of the class while they were hard at work, but as soon as I walked in, an excruciatingly loud bang of the ruler startled me.

- "You're late." Said he.

I just stared at him, dumbfounded, was he really doing this right now?

He watched me with narrow, annoyed eyes, and my question was clearly answered.

Yes, he was indeed doing this.

- "You can stay after class and catch up the time you've missed Pupil, and you also have detention tomorrow."

I shook my head in disgust.

- "Would you like me to keep you and extra day?" He versed on to me and I shook my head, swallowing the hatred in my mouth I walked towards my desk.

Loudly plopping my books onto the table, I tried my hardest to get on his last nerve.

I don't know why, I just hated him so much in that moment. Everything he said and did made me want to scream and shout at the top of my lungs.

Snarling, he turned around and continued his lesson for the next boring hour and a half.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and made my way to the door to leave.

No way I was staying to get in trouble, he had already caused enough damage and I was not going to anger myself more by listening to his waste of time lecture.

- "Excuse me." He said, gripping onto my wrist he yanked me back forcefully, causing my books to fall from my hands and onto the tile flooring.

I turned around and looked at him angrily, ripping my arm from his restraints, I bent to pick up my things.

- Demandingly he spoke, "Go back and sit."

And so, i turned around on my heels and made a B line for my desk.

Once all the students had left the room, he closed the door behind them and shut the small blind to cover the window.

- "Lets see," he began, walking back over to his desk. "You missed about 40 minutes of the lesson,"

- "What is your problem?" Casually, almost in a mocking manner, I asked him with eyebrows raised high. "I have a serious interest in finding out."

- "Pardon me. Not another word."

- I shook my head, pushing my chair back with a loud screech, I aggressively smacked my hands down onto the desk and said. "No, what is wrong with you. You complete liar, how could you-"

- "Enough, Cornwall. Sit."

- "You liar, I hate you!" I shouted, walking away from my desk, I used my hand to slide my books off the surface, sending them smashing to the floor.

Papers and notes fell out all over the place, an action I had absolutely no reason for but just felt the need to do.

I felt like causing a mess for him, like he had for me.

I wanted him to clean up after himself for once in his life, to realize what he had done.

As I looked down at my mess, I used my clean boot to kick it to the side like a young girl would do.

I threw a hissy fit in all reality and he seemed to be enjoying it. He liked to watch me doing this, to see my anger and frustration come out.

What a sadistic human being.

- "You know," I exhaled. "Harry, you are such a-" I started walking closer to him; pointing my finger at him tauntingly.

- "Such a what?" He asked me, seemingly unfazed by my actions.

- "A-a jerk," I said, now only feet away from him. I punctuated my small index finger into his chest. "A big fat jerk."

He watched down at me with large eyes, beautiful large eyes and -

No! Not again Elizabeth. You're mad at him!

- "I hate you I just wanna hit you and-"

Suddenly, his lips landed on mine and my words were instantaneously muffled.

I tried to speak through his lips but he held onto the small of my back, rendering me unable to move.

It lasted a solid five seconds before he finally let me go, allowing me to breath, to taste my own reality.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even continue being mad at him.

I just shook my head, staring down at my feet. Closing my eyes, I imagined that very sensation of his lips on mine, over and over again until he finally snapped me out of it.

- "I'll see you at detention tomorrow."

And with his calm spirit he left the room, so ridiculously smooth and uncaring.

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I lay on my bed, my eyes glued to a medium sized novel that I had read over and over again.

The state of the spine was quite fresh and new, you'd barely be able to tell I had the novel since I was only 10.

It was one of my very favourite fairy tales, Little Red Riding Hood.

I could just read it over a billion times and never tire myself out of it. It's scripture and beautiful writing was so phenomenally pieced together.

Reading it along in my head. I sat at the end of my bed, legs crossed and hair up in a pony tail. Out of my face.

I flipped page after page, reading line for line. But for some reason, the words weren't sticking.

I had tried everything I could to take my mind off the past couple days but even the most important things to me wouldn't help.

Reading my favourite book, jogging, looking at old photo albums. Nothing seemed to really take my mind off things.

And I hated it.

Almost more than I hated Harry.