Granger Beloved

Detention

 (slight t.w.// talk of blood around paragraphs 12-15) :)

 It felt like 5 minutes had passed when the door opened suddenly, causing me to jump and frantically wipe the tears from my face. "(y/n)? Are you in here?" It was Harry. "I'm in here, but I'm not opening the door," I couldn't disguise the sadness in my voice. "Listen, (y/n), you don't have to tell us what that was about, but if you want I could hex Pansy without the Professors seeing," Hermione said. I laughed, and said, "Thanks, but there's really nothing anyone could do, I'll just have to see what happens." "Well, Ron insisted on catching up with Parkinson to see if she made copies," Harry said, sitting beside my stall door.

   "Well, I don't see what that could do- like she'd actually tell him," I said. "We couldn't stop him, he'd already gone before we could get a word in," Hermione replied. "Well, I guess the whole school is going to find out now," I said, standing up. "You know we'll be here for you, (y/n)," Harry told me, sounding remorseful. I opened the door to my stall, and said, "Well I guess we better get to Defense Against the Dark Arts, or we'll all have detention."

   We all made our way to Umbridge's class, and we made it with a minute to spare. Our moods noticeably dropped at the sight of the loud, pink classroom. We took our seats, and she began to speak, "Wands away, please! Today, we will be reading Chapter 6 of Defensive Magical Theory, and there is no need to talk. Get Started." A few students let out audible groans as they opened their textbooks. I sat by Ron in this class, and it was obvious that he was just zoning out on the page. I never felt the need to read the chapters, as the D.A. meetings were really helping me improve. Anyways, was 'Defensive Magical Theory' even going to show up on an OWL exam?

   Defense Against the Dark Arts dragged on, as I spent the entirety of the class thinking about the damage Pansy was causing. The teachers never seemed to notice and/or care what she did, and this thought only made me angrier. 

   After class, I went up to Divination with Ron and Harry. "Hey, (y/n)!" Ron said as he jogged to catch up with me. I turned around to look at him and he said, "I tried to catch up with Parkinson earlier, but when I threatened her about, well, you know, that Malfoy tried to hex me, and Filch saw it and made us go to class." "Oh, well thanks for trying, but I don't think there's much you could've done," I said, sounding slightly sympathetic. I was having trouble looking Ron in the eyes, on account of what Hermione told me yesterday.

   Divination was as boring as it usually was, and when I was walking down the hall with Ron and Harry I spotted a piece of parchment stuck to the wall a little ways down. There it was, for the whole school to see

I just couldn't seem to keep my eyes away

Although I know I should

But her beauty is like a breath of spring after a cold Winter

Even if she will never see me as I see her

I stare anyways

I will never be her fresh air, or- 

   I ripped the paper off the wall, my heart pounding and anger boiling once again. I crumpled it in my fist and shoved it in my bag. "(y/n), what was that?" Harry asked as he appeared from behind me. "The bitch Parkinson," I said as my teeth were gritting involuntarily. I slammed my fist sideways into the wall out of anger. I winced, as my hand was already sore from punching her earlier. "Well, it can't be that bad, can it? " Ron asked, obviously trying not to make me angrier.

  "It is Ronald, I wrote it last year! My poems are private, and I'd rather not have the whole school reading them," I said, starting to shout a bit. "Oh, well- er- we get that, I mean, I'd be mad too," Harry said, trying to calm me down. "Whatever- let's just go to lunch," I said, starting to walk away. I kept my head down while I walked, as I assumed my face was red. I got to the Great Hall doors, and I turned around. Harry and Ron were gone.

  I went back the way I came, and when I turned a corner I saw them standing around a piece of parchment on the wall. I jogged up to them, and lowe and behold, it was another poem. I grabbed it off of the wall, crumpled it, and shoved it in my bag like the last one. "What the hell?" I asked them. "Well- it is rather beautiful, I suppose," Ron said, trying to make light of the situation. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the Great Hall. I could feel eyes on me until I sat down at the Gryffindor table.

  I was joined by my friends, and I remained quiet most of the meal. "Uh, what happened to you three?" Hermione asked as she sat down. After I didn't answer, Ron said, "Parkinson taped a couple of copies of her poem to the wall, but I think those were the only two, I can't see anyone else with a copy." "Oh," Hermione said sympathetically. I didn't talk much the rest of the day, only answering people when they spoke to me, and zoning out in the rest of my classes. 

   At dinner, Harry and Ron tried to make small talk, and I only gave one-word answers. I wasn't mad at them, the whole day was just awful, and I had detention right after dinner. "I'll see you guys later, I have a date with Umbridge," I said, getting up to leave. I couldn't hear them if they said anything back, the Great Hall was too loud.

   I made my way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and for the second time that day I was greeted with 'throw-up pink' and the cats I was starting to loathe as they stared at me when I sat down. "Welcome, Miss (l/n). For your detention, I want you to write lines for me. You will write, 'I must control my anger'," She said, giving me that smile she always did. "How many times, professor?" I asked her, mocking her smile as subtly as I could.

   "However many times it takes to sink in," she said as she nodded slowly at me. My hate for her was growing beyond measure. I already knew what was going to happen when I wrote with the quill she gave me, I could see the words on Harry's hand from his detentions with her. I took a deep breath, and I began to write '𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.' I refused to give her a reaction, so I held my breath every time I wrote. After I wrote it around 6 times, my hand began to bleed.

   I didn't let it phase me, I kept writing until I got to 15 lines. The blood was dripping down my hand now. "I think that's enough for today, Miss (l/n). Same time tomorrow, you are dismissed," she said, staring at me again. I didn't say anything, I just got up to leave, clutching my bleeding hand when I walked out of the door. It was around 7 pm, and I figured I'd make a detour to the bathroom to try and mend my hand a bit. 

   I rinsed my hand in the sink and wrapped some paper towels on it, thinking that this was better than nothing. I headed for the Gryffindor common room, looking forward to the peace and quiet. Most of the Gryffindors were in the library, as Transfiguration was getting exceptionally more difficult. I approached our portrait and said, "𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢," and I entered the common room.

   Hermione was sitting on the couch, and to my surprise, I saw her snogging a particularly pretty girl in our year, by the name of Elena Moore. I realized what I was looking at, and my heart fell 15 feet out of my body. I involuntarily gasped, and they broke apart at the noise. "Oh my- uh (y/n), it's not what it looks like, I promise," She said hastily. I didn't care anymore, I ran up to our dorm, starting to cry for the second time that day.