Hermione loves Draco. What the hell? Nevaeh gently helped me get off my bed and come to the common room for a cup of tea. "Nevaeh, what am I going to do?" I sulked.
She got my cup of tea and placed it in front of me saying, "What you're going to do, is you're going to pick a random book of those 'how-to' shelves and you're going to do exactly what it says. You'll forget about Hermione within a day."
"Really?"
"Really, really. Now go." Nevaeh smiled as I got up and went over to the 'how-to' shelves. I closed my eyes and hovered my hand over each book with its golden pages and finally placed my hand over one of the books. I opened my eyes to reveal which book I had chosen and on the shimmering title it read: 'How to Become a Prefect at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
A prefect? I thought Ravenclaw already had a prefect, Travis Wimbleweed, a smart-ass, up-himself guy who pissed me off probably even more than Hermione freaking Granger. Seriously, this is going to be so much harder than I'd realise.
"May I ask, Miss Fortescue, why you are holding a book about how to become a prefect? My, my..." said a voice from behind me. Travis. Damn, I was so close!
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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...
