Sequel to Defiance
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Annabella Black, daughter of Regulus and Sky Black. Her parents were famous during the first wizarding war but she's just Bella. She's the cousin of Harry Potter, always sinking into the background. When she...
Black. It's what I wear the next day. Black represents mourning, and that's what I'm doing.
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"Who's funeral?" Blaise asks. "George's probably, if both Draco and Harry went after him." I reply. He chuckles. "Can't argue with you about the Draco part. Aren't your roommates up yet?" He asks. I shake my head. Before he can reply, Draco comes in. "Nope. Go change." He says. "But Draco!" I whine. "You won't want to wear Black after you see the Weasel." He smirks. Begrudgingly, I change into a different, more colorful, outfit. Turns out, Draco was right. Every time a girl gets close to George, a siren blares, and words appear above his head. They say; Warning! I break girls' hearts just so I can laugh at them! I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. The entire great hall is looking from him to me. Even Dumbledore. Harry winks at me from the Gryffindor table, and I see his knuckles are purple and bloody, just like Draco's. Smiling to myself, I head to the library to read. Fred's POV "Jen, we need to get them back together. He really loves her, he told me." I say. "He just loved money more?" Jenna asks, anger growing in her voice. "I do not think he deserves her." She says. She's right. George acted like a jerk. "We just need to lock them in a broom closet and get them to talk." She says. "But what if one of them lies?" I ask. "Truth potion!" She exclaims, her entire face lighting up when she says it. "Yes! Good thinking!" I exclaim, high-fiving her. Jenna's hands are so soft. Considering it's the holidays, we decide to start the potion. It's a very basic potion we're using, so we have all the ingredients. We brew it in a large, empty broom closet. That night, we think it's ready but we're not sure. Jenna's POV We decide to test the potion by playing truths. "What's your favorite color?" I ask Fred. "Blue." He replies. "What kind of blue?" I ask. "Like your eyes." He blurts out. I smile to myself. "Who's the cutest boy you know?" He asks. "You." I blurt out. Dang my amazing potion skills. "Who do you have a crush on?" I ask. "You." He replies, then blushes. "Good. I like you too." I reply, a blush creeping up my neck. He smirks and takes my hand. "Be my girlfriend?" He asks. "Yes!" I reply. Bella's POV That night, Jenna leads me up to the seventh floor and to a broom cupboard. I take a drink of the tea she brought me and lean against the wall. "What're we doing up here?" I ask. "Just look in the broom closet." She says. I step inside, and she pulls my wand from my pocket and slams the door. A minute later, the door reopens and George is shoved in. "Jenna!" I exclaim. "Sorry!" She laughs. She shuts the door, and we're left in darkness. "There was truth potion in that tea by the way." I hear Fred say. "I'm going to strangle you both!" I exclaim. They laugh. "We'll be back in a few hours." They say. I retreat to a dark corner and sit down. "I never wanted to hurt you. Honest." George says after a minute. "But you did. How much money did you get anyway?" I ask harshly. "Fifty galleons." He says. I nod. "Well I hope it was worth it. Hope you thought it was funny." I say. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." He says. I decide to ask the question that's been burning in my mind. "Did you ever love me?" I ask. The truth potion answers for him. "I did at first, I did when I kissed Angelina, and I do now." He says. "Please forgive me." He says. "Please." I think about it, I really do. "I'd like to, but I can't. You broke my heart for a laugh, and that's not forgivable." I say. George sighs. "That's fair." He says. "I know it is. Unlike some people, I try to be fair." I fire. "Really?" George asks. "How's it going in there?" Jenna asks. I'm about to cry, so my voice is uneven. "Jen, Fred. Please let me out." I say. I hear a lock, and the door opens. I stand up and glare at both of them. "That wasn't funny!" I exclaim before marching down to the dungeons. When I get down there, not many people are awake. I sit in front of the fire place, staring at the flames. Someone sits down beside me, and I look over to see Blaise Zabini. "Hey. Are you okay?" He asks. I nod and wipe an escaped tear from my eye. "Of course I am." I reply. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks. I nod. "My friends locked me in a cupboard with my ex, and gave us truth potions. He said he still loves me and apologized. I told him that I couldn't forgive him." I say. He looks over at me. "Anyone who thinks it's funny to break your heart doesn't deserve you." He says. "Thanks Blaise." I say. "I'm always here if you need me." He says. "Goodnight." I say. "Goodnight." He smiles.
