Hey guys, AFB chapter 3 should be up soon, same with SDK. I've just been grounded for like the last month so I apologize for not writing. Actually I'm still grounded but I'm doing this at school, so no worries. Hopefully…well enjoy.

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Sometimes, when I look around me, all I see are high expectations and lost dreams. I catch another's eye every once in a while, and I see the same recognition. We may have different outer shells, different hopes and dreams, but we still have that bone-deep recognition.

The one I follow has set a plan; one to humiliate a certain trio and I just nod and go along with it. That is my place; the part I play. It is set after Transfiguration; in the deserted corridor next to the classroom.

He starts it with the normal taunts. Potter reacts just like he expected. He looks to me for my input and I put on the dutiful sneer.

"Well, mudblood, aren't you going to defend your lover?" I try to put disgust and disdain in my tone but my pain leaks through. These childish taunts are what get me the most. We play the part of mindless children, yet that is what we are not. We are, by far, older than our years. We will be put into positions that will ultimately devour us. I have accepted that.

I believe it is a good thing that Malfoy cannot see my face, because the trio have and they are shocked. They, above all, have known my fate. I guess they did not know I accepted it. They should have expected it for they have the means to see.

They cannot reply to what Malfoy said next because they are marveling over their new revelation. This amuses me, though I am not sure why. Malfoy is oblivious, as usual. I move my gaze to him, hoping that the trio can't see the contempt that I know is showing on my features. But I think they do. Malfoy does not yet realize where he will be in five years, maybe ten.

Malfoy, growing impatient at their non-response, turns to go, calling over his shoulder, "You do realize that you should shut up more, Potter, after all, speaking up in a mudblood's defense is useless; they're still dirt."

Potter and Weasley are enraged at the insult. It's kind of sweet how they jump to the mud-no, Granger's defense. She just looks at me in confusion though.

"Why do you not speak up for yourself?"

I smile at her, utterly oblivious to how I look that way, "What does it matter? I am insignificant in the whole of things, just as you are. Certain people may be important now, but in one hundred years, one thousand, what then? Ultimately, we are all insignificant."

Potter and Weasley stare at me, bewildered, but Granger gets it. She knows. I give them one more smile as Malfoy turns and yells, "Get a move on it Pansy! God, you're even moveas slow as a cow!"

Once, those words would have hurt me, but no longer. I turn to leave, putting a sneer on my face and filling my voice with malice, "Have a nice day Scarhead, Weasel. Ta-ta Mudblood."

I do have a part to play after all.

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