Just something at popped into my head. Please review with any suggestions or comments but no flames. I've had enough of people saying crap to me about my stories.
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"Oh, would you look at that. The Boy Who Just Won't Die is enjoying a nice outing at Hogsmeade with his slut, the Mudblood and their dog."
Malfoy smirked as Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly behind him. Harry grabbed Ron as he leapt forward.
"Malfoy! How dare you! I'm going to rip your head off! Harry, Let go! I'm going to murder him!"
"Ron, please don't! Just leave him! He isn't worth it!"
"Mione! He called you a Mudblood! He isn't going to get away with that!"
Malfoy laughed as Harry held Ron back. He couldn't resist jibing us further.
"You should train your dog better Pothead and teach your Mudblood slut some manners. She should know better than to speak in the presence of her superiors."
Malfoy turned to leave just as Ron escaped Harry's grasps. I gasped as Ron jumped on top of Malfoy and started hitting him the muggle way.
"Ron! Get off him! Stop it!"
Crabbe and Goyle pulled Ron off Malfoy and threw back towards us. Malfoy got up and dusted off his clothes.
"You'll pay for that one Weasley! You and the fat slut!"
Ron almost went for him again but Crabbe and Goyle loomed up and looked menacingly at him, as if daring him to try anything.
"Come on Ron! Let's just go! Harry? Come on."
I slowly pulled the two boys away as Malfoy yelled tauntingly at our backs.
"That's right Mudblood! Take them away and do naughty things to make them forget the thrashing they just got! That's all you're good for you stupid whore!"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I tugged the boys away.
"Why I oughta!"
"Just leave it Ron!"
"Mione…"
"I said, LEAVE IT!"
Ron and Harry looked at me strangely as I ran up the steps and made my way to the Head's dorm. Yes, I made Head Girl. Of course I did. Everyone expected it. The real shock was seeing who the head boy was… Guess who… Yep, that's right! Everyone's number one favourite ferret! Actually, at the moment, he is my least favourite person. Ever since he got the head boy position, he has been abusing his privileges and annoying the hell out of Harry, Ron and I… Mostly me. I kinda live with him because we're both head's so that means that I have to see him morning and night and on the weekends if I choose to stay in. I suppose it isn't that bad because we've got this arrangement. The head's dorm is neutral territory. We are civil to each other while inside and we won't let any of our friends in but the moment we are outside, he does a complete flip out and starts treating me worse than ever as if to make up for all that time that he hasn't said anything mean. It drives me crazy!
"Are you going to give me the password or not?"
I looked up from my day dreaming to see the painting that guarded our entrance. It was an old picture of three snobbish ladies drinking tea and bitching about everything and everyone. They never have anything nice to say to anyone, not even me and I try so hard to be nice to them!
"Oi!"
"Sorry!" Flustered, I gave them the password (Interhouse Unity. Sooo clichéd) and stepped into the dorm. As always, it took my breath away to see the amazing architecture of this room. As you walk in there is a relaxing area, sort of like a lounge room, with a fireplace in the wall. To your left there is a fantastic kitchen (stocked by the house elves… I gave up on S.P.E.W. when Professor Dumbledore showed me how well they were being treated here) and at the back corners of the room there are two doors leading to mine and Malfoy's separate chambers. We each had an adjoining bathroom (Thank god!) so we didn't really have to see each other unless we needed to eat or wanted to relax.
I went immediately to my room and sat down on my bed. How could Malfoy be so mean? What did we ever do to him? I mean, there is that time that Ron tried to make him eat slugs and Harry always beats him at Quidditch but what have I ever done? It really hurts when he calls me a Mudblood. He says it like it's some sort of vermin that he has to get out of his mouth, pushing it through his teeth to make it sound dirty. Mudblood... I suddenly received an image of mud running through my veins. It's true though, isn't it? I really do have dirty blood. Muggleborn, mudblood bitch. A good for nothing bookworm.
Some of the other things he says… The ones that Ronald reacts to like whore or slut… and the one that hurts most… fat. I know I'm not as skinny as the other girls and I know that I never will be… but each time he throws that in my face, I feel like I'm the largest, most disgusting, obese person alive. I try not to let on how much it hurts me that he says that but sometimes I slip up and say something in reply. It just gets worse then and I always end up back in my room, crying my eyes out like I am now.
I hear Malfoy open and close the portrait hole before he stomps over to his door and shuts it. I don't hear anymore after that. It's just me sitting in my room, all alone. I walk slowly to my bathroom and look at my face in the mirror. I see a splotchy faced, mud-eyed bookworm with wild, uncontrollable, ugly hair. I move my gaze down my body. I'm wearing a light purple blouse that looked fantastic on the hanger but makes my arms look like pieces of mutton and my chest stick out. I guess that's what Malfoy means by the slut comments today. My cargo pants accentuate my huge arse and thick thighs before dropping down to the ground to trail in the dirt. I really am hideous…
Fresh tears well up in my eyes as I survey my appearance. It's no wonder that Ron never notices me and Malfoy calls me fat. I am ugly and fat and a waste of space. I can't stop sobbing and I feel an aching sensation in my heart. I drop to my knees and clutch my arms to my chest in an effort to smother the pain. It grows, searing through my veins until every part of me burns in unholy fire. I crawl to the sink and fumble in the drawer before pulling out what I was searching for. I slump against the wall and lift up my blouse. I examine the criss-crossing lines that scar my fat stomach before another wave of aching ripped through my body. I pressed the razor into my skin and was rewarded by a thin trickle of blood dripping down my stomach. Some of the burning receded from my extremities as I cut again, this time in a long smooth line. Again and again I cut my stomach until all the burning had stopped within me and I could feel nothing but numbness as blood streamed from every cut. I lay there for a while, drifting in and out of unconsciousness before rousing myself to take care of the mess that I'd made.
'Stupid, fat mudblood!' I thought as I used my wand to clean the bathroom tiles. I struggled to my feet and hobbled over to the medicine cabinet to bandage my wounds. Once that was done, I walked back to my room and collapsed on my bed. 'Stupid mudblood. Good-for-nothing bookworm. Fat whore. Ugly Slut. Stuck up bitch.' I slowly fell asleep to my furious, shameful thoughts.
Thanx for reading. Any ideas who she should go out with would be greatly appreciated.