She was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor.
❝Will you stop being a bitchy tosser, Hope?❞
❝Will you get yourself a new haircut, Potter?❞
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❛❛You make my heart shake, bend, and break. But I can't turn away, and it's driving me wild, you're d...
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NUMBER 12, GRIMMAULD PLACE, was in pure chaos. The announcement of the selected 'The Boy Who Lived', had just been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was in distress trying to get Harry un-expelled. Blaire Hope, found it amusing that the infamous boy got himself expelled from the school. I mean, she understands that dementors were sent his way; from The Dark Lord himself, as of what the Slytherin girl thought. But in her mind, Harry Potter has always been the 'goody goody' of the school. And him getting himself in trouble, was hilarious.
Blaire Hope sat upstairs, perpendicular to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, on a beanbag chair that sat adjacent to the corner of the room. The Order was having a meeting downstairs in the dining room, that Blaire and the rest of children in the house wanted to know about. Her father, Marko Hope, was part of The Order. He was a very gifted Auror, and was a very big supporter of Albus Dumbledore. His daughter, Blaire on the other hand, liked more of the Dark Arts, then trying to stay away from it. The brunette Slytherin would never be a follower of The Dark Lord, but being interesting in the Dark Arts is her passion. She always had been more into the dark side of life, more so than the lighter side.
Hermione Granger let out a sigh of distress, throwing one of her many textbooks to the side of her, "I hope Harry is okay."
Ron awkwardly patted her shoulder. Blaire rolled her eyes at the two. She only hoped that the two would grow a pair of balls and admit their feelings for each other.
"I'm sure he's fine, Hermione. The other members of The Order probably have already got him."
"Or maybe another dementor attacked him," Blaire amusedly stated, smirking.
Hermione gasped, frowning the features on her face, "How dare you even say that, Hope!" She exclaimed.
Blaire narrowed her eyes at the witch, "Calm down, Granger," she sneered.
Hermione stood up abruptly, before being tugged down by Ron. Blaire raised up her brows, "Hold your girlfriend back, Weasley," she chuckled lightly.
Ron and Hermione threw daggers at the girl, making Blaire raise her hands up for surrender. "Merlin, nobody in this house knows how to take a joke," she expressed, slamming open the door.
Blaire hated when her father had to come to the house for meetings. The witch was the only Slytherin in the house, besides Professor Snape, whom she hated. You would think the girl would love Snape, on the contrary, she hated how he only likes her because of her house status.
