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Harry asked professor mcgonagall if she could sign his form, but it was a no go. Nothing could be done. So the day of the first hogsmeade trip came.

"We'll bring you lots of sweets back from honeydukes." Hermione said to harry.

"Yeah, loads." Ron said.

"I'll even bring you back a bottle of butterbeer." I offered.

"Don't worry about me. I'll see you at the feast. Have a good time."

He walked with us to the entrance hall, where filch was checking names off a long list, peering suspiciously into all our faces, and making sure no one was sneaking off.

"Staying here, pottah?" Draco shouted from where he was standing in line with crabbe and goyle. "Scared of passing the dementors?"

"Ignore him, harry." I whispered. "We'll bring you something back, okay?"

He nodded his head. "Have fun, you three."

We waited for filch to check our names off before walking with the rest of the students.

"I feel awful that he can't go with us." Hermione sighed.

"I offered to forage a signature on his permission slip." I shrugged.

"Yes, but you offered after he already asked professor mcgonagall if she could sign it." Ron reminded me.

"Right."

"How's it going with the buckbeak incident?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure." I glared at the back of my brothers head. "Xavier still thinks it's unimportant to update me on things like that."

"At least hagrid has stopped crying every time he sees you."

"I feel bad for him." Ron mumbled. "It's all because of your brother."

"Yeah, I know that. But malfoy would've still gone and wrote to his father about what happened. So, what's the difference?" I shrugged my shoulders."

Hermione looked me up and down. "Are you sure you didn't want to borrow some of my clothes, y/n?"

"I'm fine, mione. Why?"

"It's a bit cold out, and you're wearing a skirt."

I sighed. "Mother always said that if I get cold, I won't be able to focus on what's really important. Oh, and that showing that your cold shows signs of weakness."

"And what's really important?" Ron wondered.

"With her? Being a trophy wife, being able to be at your husband's side at all times. That sort of thing."

"Has your mother always been like this?" Hermione asked.

"Like what?"

"Controlling?"

"Ha! That's one way to describe her. Mother and father both. Mother always wanted the 'perfect daughter'. But when I was sorted into gryffindor, all that went down the drain. Now I'm the black sheep of the family."

"Okay, change of subject." Ron said, and I realized we were already in hogsmeade. "Where should we go first?"

"Oh!" Hermione squealed. "Let's go to the three broomsticks. I'm really exited to try butterbeer."

"Butterbeer it is, then." I laughed.

Ron and hermione walked walked ahead of me, and right before I walked through the door, it slammed shut. I followed the arm that attached to the pale hand up to draco's face.