Make Me Fall

15. Detention!

Back to school today. I'm pretty much caught up, which is good. I don't know what to do about Draco. I feel like I should be furious with him, but I'm just disappointed. Urgh, Hermione is nagging me to go down to breakfast. She won't leave without me. I hope Fred and George are downstairs, they'll have my back.

I don't see Draco when I walk into breakfast, so I relax a bit. We sit down with Harry, Ron, Fred and George. They're talking about Quidditch and I jump into the conversation with gusto.

"I'm telling you," Fred says through a mouthful of bacon, "the Falcons have got it in the bag this year."

"What?" George shakes his head, "you're dreaming. They're coming fourth, but they'll never catch up to Portree, and Portree are playing better than ever."

"You're both wrong," I say, "it's early in the season, placing on the table doesn't matter right now. This year is the year of the Magpie."

Fred stares at me in disbelief while George shakes his head.

"Magpies have got about as much chance of winning as the Cannons do," George says.

"Oi!" Ron scowls, "they're playing better this year!"

"Ron, they've lost all their games so far."

"Yeah, but they've scored, haven't they?"

"He has a point," Fred laughs, "my point is that-"

"Autumn."

I jump and turn to see Draco standing there. Pansy is hovering by his shoulder giving me a look of disgust.

"You're back," Draco says.

"So it would seem," I reply coolly. Pansy glares at me. I ignore her.

"Can we talk?" Draco asks, "I mean, privately?"

"Later," I shrug, turning my back on him, "the fact is that the Magpies are stronger than they've ever been, and this year, they're going to take it all the way."

"You're dreaming," Fred shakes his head, "anyway, we'd better head, we're in the eastern tower today."

George groans and he and Fred head out. I walk with Hermione up to Ancient Runes. After our break we have potions. Draco looks up as I walk in and motions to the seat next to him. I ignore him and sit down with Hermione. It feels good to ignore him. After potions it's lunch time. I don't know if I'm ready to talk to Draco yet, but I guess I might as well do it now.

He's waiting for me outside the dungeon. He catches my arm before I can walk past and waits until the corridor is clear.

"Why are you so mad at me?" he asks.

"Are you serious?" I scowl, "the way you acted on Saturday after Quidditch was appaulling! It was embarrassing!"

"Well, I wasn't the one who hit you!"

"It was still your fault!" I say, my voise rising, "and you didn't come and see me in the hospital! You still haven't asked how I am!"

"How is it my fault?" Draco frowns.

"I'm fine, thanks!" I shout, "it's your fault because you can just let things be! You had to goad them because you didn't win! Because you're a sore loser so you had to make them feel bad!"

"Miss Turner-"

"WHAT?!" I yell. I immediately regret it. Snape looks down at me with cold eyes. Uh oh.

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"It wasn't my fault that you were yelling!"

"Draco, shut up."

I stomp up to the castle from Care of Magical Creatures. I have detention until next Friday. There's no way I'm going to get all my homework done. Not to mention I lost fifty points.

"But it wasn't my fault."

"Will you shut up?" I snap, "you never take responsibility for anything."

"I wasn't making you yell."

"You made me angry!" I shout, stopping and poking him in the chest, "and you know you did! You need to grow up! This is all your fault! You might get petted and spoiled by your parents and Snape, but not by me!"

I storm inside and into the Great Hall. I walk over and squeeze in between Fred and George.

"What's up?" George says, moving down the seat to make some room.

"I have detention with Snape for a whole week," I mutter.

"What did you do?"

"Yelled at Draco."

They exchange a grin over my head and both give me a one-armed hug.

"That's our girl!" they chorus.

All in all, today wasn't very productive. I feel so angry at Draco. He just doesn't get it! Grrrrrr!!!!

I wonder if the library has anything on adoptions. I should ask Hermione tomorrow.

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