Another Fight

Chapter Four

I sit down at the far end of the Slytherin table, just wanting to avoid everyone. That doesn't work out so well for me. Draco comes over and sits across from me.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I snarl. Each word dripping with venom.

"Abi," he pleads. "She is the one that..."

"I don't want to hear it." That sentence came out louder than I planned. Everyone looks at us. I lower my voice. "How can I trust you?"

I storm out of the Great Hall, crying.

"ABI," I hear someone call. I just duck into the girl's restroom I sink to the floor, hot tears streaming down my face. A pair of arms wrap around me in a comforting way.

"It's okay," my twin coos. "No one will hurt you. When you're ready, we'll head out. Our brothers are worried."

I nod my head and use my sleeve to wipe my face. Just as I stand up, Parkinson strolls in.

"Hello Weasels," she smiles. "I always knew he would always be with me. Why would a pureblood like him want to end up with a filthy bloodtraiter like you?"

Almost as soon as the words are out of her mouth, Ginny pinned her against the wall. Parkinson gulps as Ginny prepares to hex the pug faced fifteen year old.

"Don't Ginny," I state. "She's not worth it."

"Fine," Ginny snarls. The two of us leave the girl, whimpering on the bathroom floor. Hermione hugs ne tightly.

"Let us get Malfoy back," Fred tells me.

"You don't know what he did."

"Yes we do," George informs me.

"Pug face was bragging about it," Ron adds.

"I'll do something," I inform them. "Don't stress about it."

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I sit in my seat in potions as others enter. Snape had said that who we sat by the first day this year. So I'm stuck with Draco. Everyone starts laughing as Draco enters. His hair is bright green and silver sparkles. It changes to red and gold. Then yellow and black. Next, blue and bronze. The pattern repeats over and over. Changing colors every minute.

"Abigale Weasley," he growls. I put my hands up in an innocent way, laughing. Ron smiles at me, giving me the thumbs up. Draco sits on his stool.

"If you are done disturbing my class, Mr. Malfoy," Snape snaps, "I shall began to teach."

The chalk writes the potion on the black board in loopy letters. I grab the ingredients out of the cupboard once the recipe is done. It is a little amount of supplies for such a complicated potion. Draco and I start the assignment in silence.

"Can you tell me what I did wrong?" Draco asks, breaking the silence between us.

"You know what you did."

"Can I fix this?"

"No. And no, I won't tell you how to fix your hair."

His jaw drops and I raise my hand.

"Yes Miss Weasley?"

"We have finished."

Snape comes over and checks it out. He let's us leave and I quickly exit the classroom.