Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Good...But Bad

"Are you serious?" I ask, the heat rapidly rising to my cheeks. My heart was pounding a thousand times a second and my smile had gotten so big, I had to hide it behind my hands.

"Of course we are, he's liked you for ages!" Ginny says practically squealing.

"How do you know that? Why did you only tell me now?" I demand.

"Well he told us not to say anything until he asked you out. But now he has!" Hermione tells, practically dancing while she walks.

"But did he really ask me out? I don't think it's a date." We continue on our path back to the common room.

"Yes it is! And you agreed!" Ginny squeals excitedly.

"But I wouldn't have if it was a real date, I just....didn't know..."

"You wouldn't?" Ginny asks sadly.

"Well, no...I don't like Fred like that, he's just...just a really good friend." I say but part of me knows that's a lie. I don't think feelings ever completely go away, and I had a major crush on Fred when I first started at Hogwarts. But I was over that now, and I like - well, liked - someone else.

"I've got to go..." I say and head to the library, because it's the first place I think of. I didn't have a clue that Fred liked me, and now I felt bad that I had agreed to go on a date with him. But was it really a date? I knew I'd have to confront him and ask, but at the same time, I didn't want to risk hurting him.

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At breakfast Halloween morning a letter arrived from my Mum. It read;

Trista,

You will be coming home for the holidays. I can't have you staying at that school alone while that Harry Potter boy is there. You can't trust him Trista. And also, Draco will be staying with us while Uncle Lucius and Auntie Narcisa  are away so he needs company.

Mum.

I tear up the letter before anyone can read it and turn to Slytherin table to death glare Draco. He smirks at me and I slam my hands on the table. I stand up and storm over to where he is sitting. I reach for his plate and slam the food it was holding into his face and hair. I drop it to the ground and it shatters everywhere.

"What the hell are you doing Trista? It wasn't me that night!" Draco says as others laugh or gasp in shock. He wipes his hand across his face and scoops off some scrambled egg.

"I hate you, you can't just let me be! I don't understand what I did to you?!" I scream and empty his pumpkin juice onto his clothes. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my hips trying to pull me away.

I resist it as much as I can and when I hear the persons voice say, "Trista, calm down, come on." I rip my right arm free and use it to punch Logan in the face. More gasps erupt as I run from the Great Hall. No teacher follows me, only Logan who pulls me into a class room.

I was angrier then I had ever been, including when Professor Umbridge snapped my wand, which I still hadn't replaced.

"Trista, you need to learn to control-"

"Control my anger?! How about you don't grab me or tell me what to do! How about, instead of learning to control my anger...I learn to take it out on people!" I say and run at him and swing. He ducks so I only make contact with the top of his head, and it hurts my knuckles.