*SLOWBURN*
"The thing about love... is that it is found in the strangest places. Places you'd least expect. People you'd least expect. Love is the food of life. And, those without it cannot truly live."
In which a girl falls in love with the person...
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MY HEAD IS POUNDING. My eyes flutter open, and the light floods in, blinding me. The clock beside me reads 6:00 AM. An hour before I have to be up. I start to sit up, but my back is sore. I remember what happened. I remember what he did. He's stronger than he looks. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a couple bruises on my back. My feet touch the cold floor, and the bed creeks as I get up. I make sure not to wake anybody up, before I make my way to the common room.
It's dark and cold, but still feels like home. I had only been at Hogwarts for a few years, and it already feels like home. I sit on the love seat and fold my legs up to my chest, hugging them. The fire is put out, but I still feel a sense of warmth. I latch onto my necklace, and stare at the ground, thinking.
About what? I'm not exactly sure. My mind is a raging fire that cannot be tamed. I see bits of memories from the orphanage, I see moments of me and Cedric when we first met, I see memories of me and the trio. I see memories of... him. His icy eyes. His smirk that makes me want to shove my fist down his throat. But in the mess of all this madness, I somehow find comfort. I guess it's because I'm just so used to it all. His insults, his hard glares, his sneers. It just what I'm used to, and my brain has somehow turned that into comfort. It's strange, believe me I know.
I hate it.
How can I find comfort in something that makes me want to hit someone? How can I find comfort in something that causes me pain? Mentally and physically. I don't know, but I don't like it.
I shake my head and get out of my ocean of thoughts, before I sink too deep. When I look at the clock, it's almost 7 AM. I get up and go back to the girls dorm, and get ready.
Ready as I'll ever be.
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"What's up, dweebs?" I lug myself onto the bench of the Gryffindor table, in between Ron and Seamus Finnegan. I bump Seamus's elbow, and his goblet of water tips over, spilling everywhere. "Ari!" Ron whines, lifting up his potions homework now soaked in water. "Oopsie?" I hold up my hands. He glares at me, and crosses his arms, pouting. "Oh, come on Ronald! It will dry, it's no big deal." "Whatever." He murmurs.
"Anyways, Arabella, are you ready for try outs tomorrow?" Hermione asks. My eyes go wide. I totally forgot! "To be honest... I forgot. Merlin's sake, I don't even know how to play, and they are tomorrow!" I groan and angrily take a bite out of a carrot I took off of Dean Thomas's plate. "Well, I could teach you if you'd like. I mean if you want to." Harry rambles on. He's so cute.
"Could you? Oh, that'd be great! When could we start?" "Today If you'd like. After class." "Harry you're a lifesaver! Thank you!" I notice Hermione nudge Ron, and they both look between us with a smirk. I give hermione 'The Look' and she stops. "Now we'd better get going to classes. I wonder what Hagrid has for us today." I get up and get my bags and whatnot, then skip over to the Hufflepuff table.
