The Girl Who Lived

The Bet

*MATURE CONTENT*

*MATURE CONTENT*

*MATURE CONTENT*

A week passes by since the Great Hall incident. I haven't talked to Draco since then. I just can't believe that he would beat Ron up like that, and draw attention to the situation with Ron to the Professors. I'm pretty sure Snape thinks Ron was the one who raped me. Thankfully, no one else knows why Draco beat Ron up. Other than me, Ron, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Wood, Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. I hope it will stop there. In exactly one week, the biggest match of my life takes place. Our performance in this match determines whether we make it to the finals or not. I'm super nervous; the entire team is on edge. Especially Woods. He's literally been so easy to irritate. He's snapped at almost every team member during yesterday's practice. All but Harry. I understand why, but still. He needs to calm down. I sigh and change into my Quidditch robes and meet them on the Quidditch fields. When I get there, he's yelling at the team. "-AND YOU'RE LATE! DOES THIS TIME MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!" He lectures. I've had enough of this.

"OKAY, LOOK. I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE NERVOUS, BUT SO ARE THE REST OF US! YELLING AT US LIKE THIS IS NOT HELPING US! WE ARE A TEAM. YOU'RE JUST STRESSING US OUT! JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN, WOOD! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! WE'RE NOT WINNING ANYTHING LIKE THIS! LET'S JUST START PRACTICE, OKAY?" He glares at me but listens. The practice goes pretty well today. Except for one thing. The entire time, I felt like throwing up. At one point, I thought that I would fall off. This homework is killing me. It's okay. I just need to last one more week of this and then I can go back to normal. I'll eat dinner today. I just need to be well enough that I can play next week.

(time skip)

"Kira...you're looking kind of green," Harry says, frowning. 

"Yeah. It's- I'm fine, I think. Just not feeling too great." Wood looks at me.

"Kira. You really don't look good. You'll be okay by next week, right?" I roll my eyes and force a smile. "Of course I will. Wouldn't miss it for the world." I force myself to eat my food. I've completely lost my appetite, but I'm pretty sure I'm feeling like this because of the lack of my food intake recently. How much easier would life be if we didn't need to eat? My eyes have gone back to normal now. Thank God. I loved them, don't get me wrong, but it was weird being my Mum's carbon copy basically. My brown eyes are so boring. Green eyes are so much more interesting. Why can't my eyes look beautiful like everyone else's? Ron's not here. So isn't Hermione. The last time that happened...Whatever. I try to shake them out of my head. It still hurts a whole bunch. I'm just better at hiding it now. Plus, having a whole bunch of homework and Quidditch practice helps distract me. Ow. I have a small headache. I gulf down my food and ditch my friends and go outside for some fresh air. The Hall was too loud for me. I go inside the Quidditch girl's showers. It's so cold outside. After a few minutes, I hear the door open. I look up to see who it is. Wood. I smile a little bit, still massaging my temple, "What are you doing here?" 

"What are you doing here?"

"I asked first."

"Checking up on you. You?"

"I've had a fricking headache literally all day. I needed some space from everyone, but it was cold outside so here we are." He sits next to me and puts his head in his hands. 

"Was it because of me?" I look over at him. He doesn't look up at me. 

"Well...a little bit. I don't know. It's okay."

"No, it's not. I've been going insane on you guys, haven't I?"

"Well, I understand why. It's your last year here. You just want to win. I want to win too. Almost as much as you. But, you've got to understand that additional stress isn't going to help us."