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Chapter 24: Mutual Hate

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It was the next day, DADA class, I was sitting next to Draco. We were holding hands while he whispered things into my ear, which made me giggle. A paper bird was going around the class, people were trying their best to knock it down until it caught fire in the middle of the room. We all looked to see Umbridge, her wand in the air then she put it down and smiled, "Good morning, children." Everyone turned to the front and she spoke, "Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations. O-W-Ls, or more commonly known as 'OWLs'. Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." I gave her an odd look, she waved her wand and started handing out books. "Your in this subject has been uneven," Umbridge said. "But you'll be to know, from now on you will be a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of magic."

Granger raised her hand and Umbridge called on her, she said, "There is nothing in here about using defensive spells." "Using spells?" Umbridge questioned and laughed. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." "We're not gonna use magic?" Weasley questioned. "You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way," Umbridge explained. "What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free," Harry interjected. "Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class," Umbridge said sternly. "It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations which, after all, is what school is all about." "And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry spoke.

"There is nothing out there, dear," Umbridge replied. "Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort," Harry said. The class went uneasy and I smirked as Umbridge spoke, "Now, let me make this plain. You have been told that a dark wizard is at once again. This. is. a. lie-" "It's not a lie," Harry interrupted. "I saw him. I fought him." "Detention, Mr. Potter," Umbridge told. "So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry questioned. "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident-" "It was murder! Voldemort killed him-" "Enough!" Umbridge snapped. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I let out a laugh causing everyone to turn their attention to me. "What's so humorous, Mr. Y/n?" Umbridge questioned.

"I'm sorry," I laughed lightly, calming down. "I thought you would take our little discussion yesterday into consideration," Umbridge said. "The one about my outfit, yeah, I thought it was stupid," I replied, crossing my arms. "Which makes sense, since you're wearing those boots," She said. "You can join me in my office after Potter's detention." "Fine," I huffed, sitting back. "Ma'am," She corrected. "Just Y/n, please, I'm not formal," I smirked causing the class to laugh. She gave me a look then continued her lesson.

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Later that day, I was waiting outside of her office, tapping my boot against the wall. Potter opened the door and walked out in a huff, holding his hand. I gave him an odd look then Umbridge walked out and spoke, "Ah, Ms. Y/n, come in." I walked inside and took a seat, crossing my legs, and sat back. "I suppose you know why I called you here," Umbridge said. "It's the way you're dressing." "I'm wearing a school uniform," I replied. "Yes, but those heels," She said, indicating my boots. "You have to admit that they can be distracting." "If a boy is getting distracted by my legs then he should be the one in here, not me," I reasoned. "But, they make you look a little..." Umbridge trailed off walking around me. "A bit what?" I spat, getting angry. "A bit loose," She told.

I glared at her, clenching my fist and she spoke, "I would hate for it to be the reason you get suspended and I'd have to-" "What? Call my parents?" I snapped, getting up. "You're gonna tell them that you think I'm loose because of my shoes. I highly doubt they'd take the minister's lapdog seriously. Trust me, in that relationship my family owns the ministry and this school so go ahead, call them. Then you can go to hell!" I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the class, making sure to slam the door. I huffed loudly as I walked around the corner and spotted Potter sitting on a window seal. "What's got your wand on a knot?" I questioned, stopping in front of him. "I figured the same thing happened to you," Harry said, showing his hand. I looked to see the word, 'I must not tell lies' on it.

"Wow," I replied, taking it to look at it closer. "She didn't do this, but she called me loose." "I highly doubt you'd give it up to anyone so easily," Harry told. "Thanks, I guess," I sighed. I waved my hand over his hand, it healed his wound making his hand look like nothing happened. "What was that for? What did you do?" Harry questioned, taking his hand back cautiously. "I healed it," I assured. "Why?" Harry asked. "In spite of that bitch," I replied, walking down the halls and he followed me. "Yeah, she's mean," Harry agreed. "Potter, if you're gonna talk to me then you can't hold back mean comments," I said. "I know you really hate her, she did that to your hand and called you a liar, Hell, she's probably one of the reasons no one believes you." "Well, yeah, I hate her," Harry confessed. "She... she can go to hell."

"Oh, she will," I smirked. "I'll make sure of that." "Well, good," Harry said. (Play song now) I smirked then we continued walking together and I spoke, "I really hate you, stop getting in my way." "I've lost my patience, when are you gonna decay," Potter added. "I want to throw you out just like my broken TV," I snarled. "If you'll come back once more, it shall be painful, you'll see... I hope you die in a fire!" We chorused. "Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart. Hope you'll get shot and expire! Hope you'll be taken apart! Hope this is what you desire!" I laughed evilly and Harry gave a half-smile, I spun around so I was walking backwards to look at him. "It's almost over. Why can't you just let it fly?" Harry said. "Don't be afraid, it's not the first time you'll die," I smirked. "Your mechanical parts click, sounds like when I'll break your bones," Harry smirked. "Once I get my second chance, I won't leave you alone!" We smiled. "Oh yeah! We hope you die in a fire!"

I turned back as we continued, "Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart! Hope you'll get shot and expire! Hope you'll be taken apart! We hope you die in a fire! Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart! Hope you'll get shot and expire! Hope you'll be taken apart! Hope this is what you desire!" We laughed, sliding down the stairs on the rails together then landed before turning to each other and shouted, "I hope you die in a fire!" "Harry!" Hermione called causing us to turn to her. "What are you doing? We've been looking for you." "Ease up," I huffed then smirked. "See you, Potter, hope that helped." "Actually, it did," He admitted. I smiled then went off to my common room, leaving Ron and Hermione in confusion.