Hiding who I am (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

People have two faces

People have two faces

It was a sweltering hot day. Demetria's hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail for the first time in a long time. She sat stressing over her Ancient Runes notes. Then she felt a tug on her ponytail. She turned around and saw Fred smiling widely at her.

“Since when do you wear your hair in a pony tail.” He teased. “Since it was a hundred degrees outside!” She replied shoving him lightly. He chuckled and Demetria looked at his red tee shirt and shorts and said, “Your going to get in trouble if you wear your street clothes.” He shrugged and said, “Like you said its a hundred degrees.” I smiled and said, “Well aren't you supposed to be studying for exams?” “Don't have anymore I'm not taking a billion classes like you.” She rolled her eyes and took off her tie and said, “I'm only taking nine classes.” “Which is one more than me and George.” Fred said. She sighed and said, “Only cause you do just what's required to get to your fourth year.” “I'm pretty sure I failed my History of Magic exam.” Fred yawned and laid back in a library chair. She smiled and said, “I think I got at least acceptable but I'm not too sure.” He laughed and said, “Only cause you got help from your lover.” She giggled and said, “He wasn't much help he kept distracting me.” Fred sighed and said, “You seem happier than I've ever seen you.” She smiled and said, “I am happy except for the fact that my brother and me haven't spoke in a week and he's out to get me dad.” Fred looked down and said, “Is this okay to talk about with me? You and Cedric.”

She looked into his deep brown eyes and stood up and grabbed his hand and said, “I can talk to you about anything.” He looked at her and then leaned forward and his lips touched hers and kissed her. She froze in her place. She didn't want to push him away cause she did have feelings for him but Cedric was her boyfriend. Not Fred! The kiss was soft and made her vulnerable to his sweet words. “I loved you even when you wore that never ending frown Demetria.” She placed her hands on his rib cage and she felt him trembling beneath her hands. He was excited. He loved to feeling of her lips on his. She started to shake too at his touch and said, “Fred why does this always happen to us. I love Cedric but...” Fred pressed his lips harder against hers and muttered finishing her sentence like he always did. “But you need me.” Tears came to her eyes as she pulled away and looked Fred over. His eyes were still shut, his hands trembled hanging in the air, and his lip stayed pouted out.

She stepped closer to him and said, “You always know what I'm thinking. I hate it cause it makes me feel like your the only one who can understand me.” His eyes fluttered open and he pulled her in by the waist and his lips kissed her lightly on the neck and said, “Not the only one. I do understand you but so does George, Harry, and your dad.” She lightly ran her fingers through his hair and said, “My dad doesn't understand me he only understands the part that’s like him and Harry thinks he does but he doesn't, he doesn't know the real me.” She looked down and then said, “Truthfully no one does.” “Not even Cedric.” She laughed and looked up at the ceiling and said, “He couldn't understand me less. He's changed me into this girly and soft girl. That's not really his fault I don't think he was trying but I just don't like myself anymore .” “You don't like being happy?” She laughed and said, “It seems strange doesn't it?” He stayed quiet for a moment and then said, “For you? No.” She giggled and said, “Of course not cause I'm just like my dad.” “EW no I would never be in love with your dad.” She looked at him and gave him a sad smile and said, “Of course not.” “Your, your own person Demetria. You and your dad both need to realize that a persons feelings and personality is not determined by their parents. Unless your Malfoy of course.”

Demetria was walking through the halls when she saw Harry holding his head on his scar. Demetria felt uneasy then. Her dad and Dumbledore had talked a few times how the scar was because of the curse rebounding and that it had sensitivity to Voldemort being near. She walked into her dad's office and said, “I think Quierll's about to make a move soon.” Snape looked up at his daughter and observed her. She had changed a lot over the year. He observed her pony tail, her glowing skin,and the laughter lines near her mouth, she held her tie in her hand and her robe was no where to be seen. “And what makes you think that?” “Harry's scar its hurting.” “I thought you two weren't talking.” He grumbled not looking up from his papers. “ We aren't.” “Then how do you know?” He sighed heavily and looked up at her accusingly. “He's been holding it a lot lately and Quierll's been muttering in class more often.” “I'll talk to Dumbledore even if I don't believe that what your saying means anything to him making a move.”