The Girl Who Lived

The Fight

*MATURE CONTENT*

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*MATURE CONTENT*

I go to my "friends." I've cornered them so they can't escape this. "So? Mind explaining why you lot are avoiding me?"

"W-we're not avoiding you," Ron lies. He looks down at the floor.

"Then look in my eyes and tell me that." He doesn't move a muscle. None of them.

"Okay, maybe we are," Harry says. I turn to him. 

"Why?"

"Because you're friends with Malfoy! He's a bully and he's probably just using you!" Harry cries.

"Why do you care? If he's using me then I'll deal with it!" Someone grabs my wrist and puts a bracelet on it. I turn around. Draco. I try tugging at it. "What did you do to this?" 

"You can't take it off unless you stop caring about me."

"So I have to hate you to take it out?"

"Basically. Are we eating?" Today we're sitting at his table. I roll my eyes.

"Sure." I follow him to his table. I don't talk much when we're at his table. His friends don't like me, but they don't usually say anything around me when I'm sitting at the table. "How was detention?" He asks.

"It was fine actually. Snape actually talked to me!"

"He did?"

"Yeah. He made me alphabetize some stupid files. It was, well, stupid." I try taking the bracelet off. It doesn't come off. That's great. "You're angry," He states.

"How did-"

"I can also see how you're feeling. Like right now, you're embarrassed."  

"I hate you." 

"Not as much as I hate you." I see he's wearing an identical bracelet on his wrist.

"Will that come off when you stop caring about me?" I ask. He doesn't reply. Aww, he cares about me! Unless he hi-jacked it to be like that to fool me. I still don't believe that he cares about me. Parkinson comes and sits next to me. "Draco, do you have to invite the mudblood here?" 

"It's not like I want to sit by you either, Parkinson. Anyone ever tell you, you reek?" Blaise snickers. I like him best of all of Draco's friends. Parkinson looks mad. "Listen here, you mudblood-"

"When are you going to learn that I don't care if you call me a mudblood? Unlike you, I don't mind being muggle-born, Parkinson. So you can keep calling me that. I really couldn't care less. It's quite funny,  actually. That's what it is. Please stop talking to me. You're a repulsive little creature and your breath really stinks." I smirk smugly. I love putting people in their place. 

"This is my table. This is my boyfriend-"

"Woah, Woah, Woah. I'm not interested in him. He's all yours."

"We're not dating," Draco says quickly. I look at him. Oh.

"Oh. Well, still. I promise I don't like him at all." 

"Ouch," Draco says. He looks a little hurt.

"Hey, you can't have every girl in this place drooling over you."

"I don't have every girl here drooling over me. And, I'm not interested in any of them."

"Seriously? Not even one of them? The girls here are hot, Draco. How do you not even like one of them?"