Learn to love

First call

Time jump:

Arriving back at Hogwarts, we were herded into the dining room. Taking our seats at the Gryffindor table, I peered around. In doing so, I noticed all eyes were turned to us. I wasn't sure if they were staring at Harry or me. Either way, it was starting to get creepy. I subconsciously lowered my sleeve, making sure none of it was visible.

Spotting Ian over at the Slytherin's table, I quickly turned away. I knew he was still hurt and I knew I needed to speak with him, but something deep down was telling me not to. That it was a bad idea. Ever since our last talk, I felt something off. Almost as if I was speaking to someone completely different.

Getting a nudge on the ribs by Hermione, I turned to her, mouthing 'what?'. She jerked her head towards the professor's table. Looking over, I saw what she meant. Snape sat between Hagrid and Remus; his eyes locked on me. It hurt having to glance away from him. I glanced over at Remus, who offered me a slight smile. Giving him a nod, I concentrated on my food and friends. Listening in on some of the conversations, it took all my self-control not to lash out. Several spoke of Harry, dubbing him a liar and whatnot. Others talked of me. Many questions were similar. 'Is she really a follower? Does she really have the mark? Didn't she just get married?' I swear they knew nothing, but gossip. If only they paid attention to what really mattered.

I had decided to call it a night after dinner, the looks and whispers were surprisingly getting to me. Hermione had offered to come with me, but see in her full plate I declined the offer.

As I was walking down the corridor, I was suddenly pulled into another hallway by the arm. "What the Fu-" The person promptly placed their hand over my mouth. Tilting my head to the side, I rolled my eyes at recognizing Ian. Yanking his hand away from my mouth, I whirled around to face him. "You couldn't just come up to me like a normal person?"

Ian raised a brow. "And risk being seen talking to you?" He stated that in the most obvious of tones. "But, I still wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing?"

"Seriously? That's a weird and rude way of checking up on someone." Hearing footsteps passing by, we both ceased talking. Two Hufflepuffs made their way down, murmuring something about Harry. "I am convinced no one has anything better to do than to gossip."

"Well, it's pretty sketchy." Ian said.

I glared back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I am shrugged, taking a step back. "I am just saying it's a little off for me. I mean he claims the dark lord is back. But none of us have seen him."

"I am not about to get into this with you." Ian still didn't know just how far I would go to defend my family.

"Alright, fair enough." Taking a step closer to me, he placed a hand on the wall. My back was up against the wall with no way out. "Then let's talk about you and me."

"You and me? There is no you and me." This boy has officially lost his mind. "There has never been you and me."

Ian laughed, pushing a string of hair behind my ear. What used to give me chills of enthusiasm, have changed to repugnance. "Really, Because that kiss we had told me otherwise."

"What kiss?" I scoffed. "The one before or after the next girl you kissed?"

Ian dropped his head with a sigh. "Can you not let that go? I told you once and I will tell you again. That kiss meant nothing." Cupping my jaw, he tilted my head towards him. "I have only cared for yours."

Seeing him lean in closer I panicked raising my ringed hand between us. Breathing a sigh of relief, as he stepped away. "I don't know what sort of person you think I am, but I am married now. Do you know what that means? That I am with someone. And I am only ever going to be with him."