Hurt

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                                                                          BPOV

                        "Who do you think you are?!??!!!?!" Pansy shrieked. She was standing next to her bed with crossed arms glaring at me.

                        "What?" I said confused. What was she talking about?

                        "You were talking to MY Draco!!!!! He is mine, so BACK OFF!!!!!" She wailed. Oh my gosh, was she freaking serious? 

                        "No," I scoffed," We didn't even talk the only thing he said was for you to shut up." I sternly told her.

                       "You talk that back!!!!" Next thing I know I'm on the floor, with Pansy kicking me with her 3" heels. I was screaming and whimpering in pain. Then, her foot stomped on my foot, and I felt something crack.

                        "Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!" I yelped loud. The last thing I saw was the door being slammed open.

                                                                            DPOV

                         I was sitting in my room thinking about her. Bella. The most beautiful girl in the world, but then my thoughts were interuppted by someone screaming. No, it can't be her. I just stood up and started to run.

                         I made it to where the sounds were coming from it was her room. I pushed the door open, forcefully. What I saw was the worst thing I would think of, there was Pansy kicking Bella. While Bella was on the floor unconscious.

                         "What do you think you're doing?!!?!!" I yelled. Pansy looked up and tried to look seductive. Repulsive, I thought.

                         "Oh, nothing Draco, love. Just taking out the trash." She said smiling. I went over to her and pushed her back.

                         "If you EVER do this again, I will personally make sure that you don't live to see another day." I told her as threatning as possible. I then bent down and carefully picked Bella up bridal-style, and was taking her down to Madam Pomfrey.   

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