Among The Great Fight [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8- Halloween Trouble: Part 1

It's been about a month since I received the letter and I still haven't told anyone. I know my friends are worried about me, but how do I tell them that I am being forced to let go of our friendship? How do I tell them that my parents are evil and mean? How do I tell them that I wasn't supposed to be in Hufflepuff? How do I tell Harry that I feel for him, but I'm supposed to stay far away from him?

I think about all my worries as I hear the teacher mumble words to the class. A tap on my shoulder suddenly makes me jump. I turn around noticing the frizzy brown hair girl with dirt brown eyes. She points to a book and then her wand.

I realize the whole class is practicing a spell. My cheeks turn red as I feel the heat pouring through them. Embarrassed, I half smile, "thank you" I say to her, "thank you so much."

"You should pay more attention." Hermione snaps. I turn back around picking up my wand and looking around the room once more.

I turn the book to its correct page and begin to read what the direction says on the page. Swish and flick, and of course saying the spell name. I decide to give it a try. "Wingardum Leviosa" I say as I do the motions of the spell, but I didn't do it correctly as a thick cloud of smoke comes through my wand and the feather burned to ash. Suddenly I hear Hermione talk to Neville.

"You're saying it wrong," she snaps once again, "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa." she says teaching them to make the gar nice and long.

"You do it, then if you're so clever." Ron says as he mumbles. Hermione smiles and does the spell perfectly as the feather rose above her head. I awe in amazement. Professor Flitwick claps as he tells as to look up as she has done the spell wonderfully. I look over to see Ron sink under his chair, obviously embarrassed.

Once class has ended I leave and go outside where its a bit chilly and the sun is hiding behind the clouds. The fresh airs keeps me calm as I begin to freak out about the letter once more. I keep thinking about it until I heard Ron talk to Harry. It was about Hermione and I feel sorrow for her. I she her pass Harry, hurrying to hide somewhere. I rush to follow her as I first glared at the two boys.

As I run, I feel the cold wind against my face causing my cheeks to turn pink and my hair to dance.

It was a nice and sunny day out, my mood feeling pretty decent as earlier in the day I felt like crap. Ryan and Mackenzie quickly comes to my side followed by Ron and Harry. Brooms lays everywhere on the grassy ground and I begin to feel slightly terrified, yet joyful.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Madam Hooch barks as she arrives. I pick up the old wooden broom holding it in my hands. Ron nudges me in which I put it back on the ground. I can hear Madam Hooch talk as she announces for us to say, "up." I do what I'm told. "Up" I yell as the broom flew into my hands. I look over as many of the kids are still speaking to their brooms while me and Harry had our brooms in are hands with no problem.

"Now I want you to mount to your brooms." She shows us how to do it, making sure none of us will slide off. "Malfoy, no," she yells, "you are not doing it correct." I can hear Harry and Ron snicker, including Mackenzie and Ryan as they were giggling as well. 

I snap out of my haze when I reach a bathroom. I can hear sniffling and a slight crying. My heart sinks. I forget about everything and focus on Hermione who is hurting more. "Are you okay?" I ask as I lean against the sinks and look into the mirror. Silence stands before me, so I wait and wait and wait. Finally, I get bored and go into the stall next to her, "Thank you about earlier," I say nicely, "It really means a lot as I haven't been myself lately." Sniffles, "no thank you" she whispers, "Its really nice of you to check up on me. You see, I haven't really made any friends. Everyone hates me."

I frown and sigh as suddenly stomping noises are in the bathroom with us, following a huge growl.