Never say I love you,
if it isn't really there
"Hey!" I turned around when Harry called after me. "Remember, I love you."
I smiled cheerfully and replied, "I love you too!"
That was the last time he said "I love you" to me. Since then he's been abusive to me. Verbally. Abusively. He calls me things like bitch and whore and makes sexist comments. He says that women are only good for "bearing babies" and that the world is run by men, and has been run by men for a reason.
He knows my brother will slaughter him, so he only acts this way when we're alone. Once when we were alone in the common room together he threatened me. He said, "If you tell Ron a single thing about what goes on between us, I'll kill you." I try to fake like I'm not afraid of him, but I really am. Ron's no competition for Harry in dueling, and I'm definitely not!
One day Harry frightened me so much that I wouldn't come out of the Dorm for two weeks.
Harry and I had been in the common room, of what we thought was alone. We were drinking butter beer and discussing who was going to win the World Quidditch cup this summer. I was making enthusiastic motions when my hand ricocheted of the glass of butter beer sitting in front of Harry. Before I knew it, Harry had me by my Reddish mop, pushing me down into the floor saying, "Clean it up, Bitch."
Out of nowhere, Hermione came shooting out of the staircase to the dorms saying, "Harry get your hands off of her." I would have never expected Harry to do what he'd done next. Harry smacked the spit, followed by blood, out of Hermione's mouth. Hermione fell to the floor. A little harder and she would've been knocked into the next week. I saw that this was my chance and I ran up the staircase and into the girl's dormitory.
"Look what you did now you whore, you let someone know our secret! I'll get you, you slut, I will!"
I know that it's dreadfully short (188 words!!) but I want to keep you in suspense, and besides I couldn't wait to get it on the internet. Actually my story is only a two page poem-based fanfic so please don't be mad. I'm going to make a longer story, perhaps even an E-book.
"Hey!" I turned around when Harry called after me. "Remember, I love you."
I smiled cheerfully and replied, "I love you too!"
That was the last time he said "I love you" to me. Since then he's been abusive to me. Verbally. Abusively. He calls me things like bitch and whore and makes sexist comments. He says that women are only good for "bearing babies" and that the world is run by men, and has been run by men for a reason.
He knows my brother will slaughter him, so he only acts this way when we're alone. Once when we were alone in the common room together he threatened me. He said, "If you tell Ron a single thing about what goes on between us, I'll kill you." I try to fake like I'm not afraid of him, but I really am. Ron's no competition for Harry in dueling, and I'm definitely not!
One day Harry frightened me so much that I wouldn't come out of the Dorm for two weeks.
Harry and I had been in the common room, of what we thought was alone. We were drinking butter beer and discussing who was going to win the World Quidditch cup this summer. I was making enthusiastic motions when my hand ricocheted of the glass of butter beer sitting in front of Harry. Before I knew it, Harry had me by my Reddish mop, pushing me down into the floor saying, "Clean it up, Bitch."
Out of nowhere, Hermione came shooting out of the staircase to the dorms saying, "Harry get your hands off of her." I would have never expected Harry to do what he'd done next. Harry smacked the spit, followed by blood, out of Hermione's mouth. Hermione fell to the floor. A little harder and she would've been knocked into the next week. I saw that this was my chance and I ran up the staircase and into the girl's dormitory.
"Look what you did now you whore, you let someone know our secret! I'll get you, you slut, I will!"
I know that it's dreadfully short (188 words!!) but I want to keep you in suspense, and besides I couldn't wait to get it on the internet. Actually my story is only a two page poem-based fanfic so please don't be mad. I'm going to make a longer story, perhaps even an E-book.