Chapter 1
"143" This number echoes in my mind. It has been stuck in my head for hours. What does that ,mean? I ran my hand through my hair and flipped the page roughly causing it to tear. Again. "Repero" I muttered as I flipped to the next page of my herbology book. I haven't been reading it, im just flipping through the pages staring at them blankly. "Need some help?" Neville asks sitting next to me. I straighten myself up and forced a tiny smile, "No thanks, Neville. I can manage."
"Really? By the looks of it, you look awfully stressed." He arched a brow. "And I think this isn't about Herbology now, isn't it?"
He read me. How ? "Been paying attention in Trelawney's lessons eh?" I buried my face into my hands.
"Kind of, Yeah. Grandmother says that I have to make my 8th year productive. She want me to have a future you know. She- " but the rest of the sentence was muffled by the number that has been playing in my head.
"143"
"143"
"143"
"Shut up.." I whispered. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.
"143"
"143"
"Shut up .." I say a little louder.
"143"
"143"
"I SAID SHUT UP !" I screamed. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. I slammed my book shut and stormed out of the library, running towards the dungeon.
FLASHBACK***
Hermione woke up this morning with a really good mood. She danced down the hallway in her pajamas. "Good morning Ginny !" she sang, opening the toilet door. "Sh-Morning!" Ginny said while brushing her teeth. "Sh-oh yeah. You got an owl post ! It's in my pocket..if I could just get it.." she looked at her robe pocket, "I'll get it, Ginny, since you are toothpaste-d" Hermione giggled. She opened the letter and read it.
Dear Hermione,
Our 8th year is about to end soon..and I know I better say it now..or never.. but I finally summoned the courage to say this..
143
Draco M.
**END OF FLASHBACK
A/N my new fanfiction ! I hope you like it ! Please review ! Thanks ! -Alison
