The precious Horcrux

Discovering.

I woke up earlier than everyone else this time, which was rather weird seeing as thought Hermione was the one who always woke me up. I smirked and looked at my digital clock, it was only 6:30 AM. An evil grin crossed my face and I closed in on the sleeping Hermione. Revenge is sweet! I thought, and leaped onto her bed, jumping up and down and poking her.

"Hermioneee! Wake up. You're going to be late!" I whiserped in her ear, and she shot up out of bed. She looked around, her fuzzy hair flying everywhere. I burst out laughing at her behaviour and fell onto the floor, choking on my own laughter. She looked at the time and scowled, her eyes deadly. I made a lazy salute to her when I stopped laughing, and winked.

"How do you like it?" I asked, and she threw her hands up in the air. 

"BUT I DON'T GET YOU UP AT 6:30 IN THE MORNING!" She screeched, and the other girls moaned at her. She frowned and stomped down to the common room, me sulking after her. 

"It was only a joke Mione! I didn't mean to upset you" I sighed, appoligizing sincerley. She stuck her chin out and completely ignored me. That bitch ignored me! I scowled at her and threw a pillow at her. It hit her head but she still didn't do anything. Damn shes good ...I cursed mentally. I spotted a book she checked out of the library, and raised an eyebrow. She forsaw my actions, and dived towards the book, but lets just say Hermione isn't a sporty person. I grabbed the book and ran all around the common room, laughing and waving it around as Hermione chased me, scowling angrily. 

"GIVE IT BACK!" She screeched and lunged for me, I tried to evade her, but her hands clasped my ancle and I had a painful time introducing the floor to my face. I winced, blood was pouring down my nose and the book had sort of ... flew out the window.

Hermione was too preocupied screaming for her book, and panicking to notice that I broke my nose. I waved a bloody hand infront of her face, and she flinched away from the red liquid dripping from my fingers. 

"Nose. Broken. Help?" I asked, my nose throbbing. She nodded and grimanced, hugging me.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you broke your nose!" She continued to appoligize all the way down to the hospital wing, were Madam Pomfrey uwillingly fixed me up, she made me drink this potion, that tasted like goblin piss rubbed on a cenaturs butt and was stepped on by a mountain troll's foot! ... Yes it was that bad. I had puked half it up later, but it did help, thankfully. I chuckled when I remembered when I broke Malfoy's nose, I wander if he had to drink the same. I shrugged boredly, it was just me and Hermione up so far. I chucked a book up into the boys dorm, and one into the girls, screaming.

"WAKE UP PEOPLE! SLEEP IS OVER RATED! GET YOUR BOOTY'S DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW GRYFFINDORS!" I then danced around screaming madly. Ron, George, Fred and Seamus came running down the stairs, there eyes wide open. They all glared at me when they saw me drinking imaginary tea.  I had just enough time to put the cup down before I was chased around the whole common room. I screamed and shoved objects behind me, trying to put some space inbetween me and the sleepy but murderous boys. I didn't understand why there were all so angry, after all they still would of had to get up in about an hour. I grinned and halted to a stop, and the boys swerved to avoid crashing into me, and ended up crashing into the book case. I howled with laughter at them as they grumbled defeatedly. I sat down and continued drinking my imaginary tea. I hopped up out my seat, I walked over to the girls dorm, and changed into my robes out of boredom. I walked into the bathroom, brushing my hair down into its usual, wasit length style. I smiled and turned to go down to the grand hall for breakfast. I sat down and ate a muffin, I wasn't that hungry but I didn't know where else to go. I twirled with my hair boredly, in deep thought. Before I knew it, it was time for our first lesson, Defense against the dark arts. The class was rather boring, so I just stared at the paper in front of me, hoping that somehow it will amuse me. It didn't. 

The rest of the day was a blurr, a bit like a hang over. I sat with Harry, as we discussed quidditch plans, my tummy was now flipping with excitement, the only bad thing is, Oliver would have to choose between me and Harry. For once, I would like to be the important one. I hugged Harry and ran off to the Gryffindor tower, and sat down on the window edge. I needed to be alone, somewhere silent for once ... Perhaps Hogwarts isn't the place for me. I thought glumly, and brought my knee's to my chest. In most classes, I excelled but I felt like a loner at times. I leant my head against the window, and stared out, Harry was outside playing on a nimbus 2000. I wanted to go down there and break the broom into millions of pieces. I had fallen asleep on the window ledge, but was now on the sofa, a blanket covering my shivering body. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Ron, George and Fred. I managed a weak smile and fell asleep, my eyes heavy with tiredness.

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Short, but I belive it describes a fair bit. Sorry about how short it is, I'm on Writers block :) Will be uploading soon.