Hermione was so angry with me after Divination class. As she followed me to Ravenclaw Tower, she kept making me more and more angry, "Draco and you, huh? Is that right-"
"Piss off, Hermione! Please!" I shouted. Hermione stopped following me, and all she did was stand there and stare at me.
"I'm friends with him, that's all. Professor Trelawney might have gotten something wrong or right, but you see, I don't care whether I'm with him or not. I like being with him, yeah, but you seem to hate his guts and want me to too. I'm allowed to make friends and especially am allowed to keep those friends. Maybe a boyfriend. But I swear, if you don't stop following me, and accusing my relationship with freaking Draco Malfoy, I will freaking kill myself!" I screamed.
Hermione looked hurt and started to travel back down the stairs, "Draco, hurt Harry first when he first arrived at Hogwarts for not being friends with him, he bullied him. He called me a mud blood, and bullied me too. He has bullied Ron from right the very moment he freaking arrived at the school! That's why I hate him, I hate him so much I don't want him to have friends, I hate him so much I want to smash his head open on a rock and feed it to
Buck-beak, honestly. Fine, I'll stop. But that means that Harry, Ron and I will have nothing to do with you. We will ignore your utter disappointment, stupidity and utter existence for the rest of the time, you spend with him. See, I do not care. Not now, anyway.."
I ran up the rest of the stairs until I reached the magical raven door knocker which asked the riddle, "I have one face and two hands but no mouth, nose or eyes. What am I?"
"You are a clock, now freaking let me in, I'm freaking out." I shouted and I let myself inside.
Nevaeh Willowbank, one of my best friends in Ravenclaw came and comforted me as I lay now sprawled on my bed, crying.
"What's the matter, Tina?" She said concerned.
"Hermione yelled at me for simply being friends with a boy named Draco Malfoy. We're good friends, that's all. Now she doesn't care about my simple life, you see." I sulked.
"Oh you big baby, you poor thing. I think you're missing one very important fact about Hermione and the connection between her and Draco." Nevaeh smiled and patted my head.
"What?"
Nevaeh prepared herself for any tears, "She doesn't want you to be even around him or be friends with him because Hermione loves him."
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The Spell in The Shadows
FantasyWhat's better than life itself? I don't know really. Except that Pure-Blood, cat-loving, smart-ass, house-elf-loving, animagus, Porpentina Fortescue. Being a homeschooled third year has its tricks and certainly it's effects. But when she finds out t...
