Black And Green

Three

E m i l y

"Now, you have plenty of time. Make the potion or you will stay here all night" Snape warned and he was looking critical all the students.

"I am going to pair you up" he continued and nobody liked it but also wasn't enough brave to tell him this.

"Emily Black, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy get to work right now" as I heard Draco's name I rolled my eyes and walked with boredom on our table. Neville sat next to me, Blaise across me with Draco by his side.

"So... You heard Snape. You better make it perfect" he said arrogantly and put his arms behind his head laying on the chair.

"You are going to help us, Malfoy" I argued and he cut off his smile.

"I am not going to ask you, Black. By the way who has Black as a last name? That's so weird" he said and Blaise laughed.

"I will tell Snape if you won't. And I know that he won't give a shit about who you are" I answered and he looked me dead in the eyes.

"And I don't give a shit about your opinion, Black" he sited correctly with his arms on the table.

"Mrs Black, you better be quiet or you will have detention" Snape said with his cold voice.

I sighed and stayed quiet the rest of the period making the potion. I didnt spoke to Malfoy at all, the detention was the last thing I wanted. Neville was a good helper though and Zabini was just... Zabini.

Snape made a stop in our table and was staring at our potion. He took a note on his book and walked away without a word.

"What does this even mean?" I wondered and Neville shook his head.

"I guess it's good. I mean it looks good though" He said and Malfoy snorted.

"You did it all wrong. The colour wasn't supposed to be like that, but a lighter one" he said and looked at Zabini laughing.

"Oh yeah? Instead of having an opinion about everything, do something too next time" I answered angrily. I was so tired of this arrogance!

"Watch your tongue, Black. Or I will cut it" he raised his eyebrows warning me and I made my hands into fists, holding on not to kick him.

"You are an asshole" I spat into his face and his eyes turned to a very dark grey colour.

"At least my father is not a murder" he said and all of the Slytherins started laughing. This really hurt me but I didn't let it show.

"Your father is way worse than mine. And the baddest thing he ever done, was making you" I pointed him and took my books before leaving the class running.

I went to the bathrooms and threw my stuff on the floor. I went inside of a toilet and locked the door pushing my body against her. I layed down on the ground and hugged my body.

My father wasn't a murder. It was all a lie. But why is Malfoy treating me like this? I don't think I can handle this until the end of the year. I mean, its only the first week and I am in a bathroom crying.

"Emily? Are you here?" I heard a familiar voice calling me. I didn't responded, praying he would leave.

"I can see you, so I am just going to go for it. Neville told us what Malfoy said and we both know its a lie" Harry said and I smiled weakly. I was listening and I heard him making a few steps inside.

"You see I don't believe my godfather did a terrible thing like this, you know it too. Don't let people bring you down because of this. People call me stuffs like this everyday -" I rushed outside of the door.

"Why does everything has to be with you Harry?! This is about me and MY dad! He is the only thing I have in my life and since he escaped and met you, it's like I don't exist to him. I am broken Harry and when he came back I was given a sight of hope. But now I am all alone. Just leave me by myself for gods sake" I broke out in front of him and left the bathroom.

"Emily, you are talking gibberish. You have us and Sirius is there for you too whenever you need him" he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me back.

"No Harry" I threw his hand way.

"He is not. Maybe for you, but not for me. He never was, and never be. He is all yours" I said bitterly and he looked me with a disappointed look. Didn't excepted anything else, to be honest.

"Just-" i sighed and calmed down for a little.

"I will go to my common room. Tell them I am sick. Not that they will ask you anyway" were my last words before turning to the right heading to my room.

[..]

I woke up sweaty and breathless. I was trying to calm down and it was very hard. But I don't even remember the dream, I guess it wasn't that important.

The clock was saying it was cyrrently 2 am and I decided to go for my midnight walk in the castle. I do this everytime and nobody has ever caught me.