Miss Slytherin

Book 4: Chapter 15

Finley was upset, and if she was that, the whole castle would know but never the reason behind it. But an upset Finley, even if she left Hogwarts, they knew not to approach her further. They would stay five meter sticks away from her as much as possible until they could hear her faery giggles, and that would be the indication that she was alright again.

But no one ever said anything about an angry Gryffindor bookworm who bursted out the great hall after their study hall, and everyone could hear her angry stomps from her feet. And boy, no one expected that two of the most scariest girls being upset at the same time, it's almost as scary as the possible war brewing.

"And he asked me to go with him because I'm a girl! A girl?! No shit Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed as she and Finley sat under the tree near the black lake.

"'One thing for a boy to show up alone,' he says. 'For a girl it's just sad' he says. My ass! That's why no one is going to say yes to him."

"Boys are idiots!" Hermione ranted until she was lost in thought, noticing how silent Finley was at the moment and she thought it was odd. Both extremely upset at how the boys in their lives were being terrible to them, they didn't deserve it. But she knew Finley enough that she was the type of girl to never shut up about it.

Hermione leaned on Finley's shoulder as she sighed, her books and bag sprawled on the ground while Finley's were mixed with her things, both girls too upset and hurt at the moment. It was one thing to be an option for Hermione, but it was hurtful to be the last choice and assume that she was undesirable. For Finley it was just hurtful, she treated him as a friend, maybe a best friend or something more, Draco saw the sides no one knew about and she thought that maybe he would set aside his dislike for her brother for her. She was wrong, he was treating her like she shouldn't have been born, at least that was what it felt like to her.

"I thought," Finley croaked, for the first time since she and Hermione sat together under the tree, her cheeks now getting wet with tears. "I thought he didn't care about me being Harry's sister, I thought he was different."

Hermione looks up at Finley who was now crying her eyes out, she wouldn't understand why Finley was upset about her and Draco's spat, but if Finley was crying over it then it must be that bad. "It's going to be alright," Hermione whispers as she moves to embrace Finley's crying figure.

"It won't be alright, he hates me Mione. He thinks my blood is dirty, he didn't care before so why now?" She sniffed. She really thought he was more than the prejudices his family planted in him. She thought wrong eventually because here she was distraught at how the blond boy broke her heart.

Broke her heart? So she admitted that she liked Draco? Yes, and if they were in different circumstances then maybe she would've told him and they both went to the ball together.

"I feel like an idiot for crying over him now," she says as she wiped her tears away aggressively, she could only feel Hermione's comforting shoulder rubs trying to calm her. Heartbroken she is, and that is what she will be until she get the courage to woman up and move on.

Her mind going in the precious memories she and Draco had since second year, all felt so joyful and at the same time carefree. Who knew the same boy she found comfort in was the one to hurt her this way. She shouldn't have let herself fall in deep.

"You'll get over this," Hermione tells her, genuinely sorry for her best friend who had done nothing but to be there for them in their adventures. This was one adventure that Hermione and Finley weren't ready for after all. The adventure of being a teenage girl crushing over stupid boys.

"We both will," Hermione tells her friend again, and this time was convincing herself too.

Both girls fell silent, cold not bothering them as they allowed themselves to ache in each others arms, they needed it so they can be stronger.