Disclaimers: If Harry Potter belonged to me, people would surely kiss my feet, and not JK Rowling's.

Curse you, Potter! (revamped)

Outside in the distance, I could see trees swaying and bending as the wind hollered with great force. Immediately I avert my gaze and close my eyes, trying hard not to think of what could happen should the weather take a turn for the worse. But my insides keep on churning and squeezing themselves dry, and suddenly I feel very hot and thirsty.

Near the entrance I could hear the sound of angry murmuring, and I didn't have to listen closely or to look back to know who it was – I could easily imagine the mudblood resisting the overwhelming urge to slap or choke that weasel boyfriend of hers to death while she explained to him the purpose and benefits of this so called 'exposure trip' of ours. A sudden and unexpected shriek interrupted the mudblood's speech, and I could hear some snickering coming from behind me, undoubtedly from some of the seventeen other Slytherins that had come along.

By now I'm sure that know-it-all Gryffindor has her boyfriend down on his knees while she pointed that wand of hers at him threateningly.

Silence fell, and without any distractions, my unease doubled…tripled.

A warm hand gently covered my own, and I open my eyes to find myself drowning in a pool of green. I sneer, or at least I try to – I could feel my brain turning into jelly. The owner of the hand smiles and his eyes sparkle with a most sincere appraising look.

Curse you, potter!

You betrayed me! Curse you; damn you! Why couldn't you just leave me alone, let me be at peace with myself? You promised me that you would protect me, that you would never let me be prey to that Dumbledore's subtle manipulation! And now, I find myself here, sitting in front of you, helplessly feeling my insides gradually turn into foam and my brain cells erupt as the others look at me with mocking eyes as sweat slowly inch down my forehead. And you – you just sit there, gazing at me comfortably while I gasp for air and drown in nervousness! You imbecile! You…you…insufferable git!

How dare you treat me like this? How dare you, Potter?!

I could hear my heart slowing down and my soul being crushed. My body! It's shaking with bitter emotions and unquenched thirst for vengeance! I will get you Potter! Mark my words!

"Why…" I manage to choke out.

You're smile widens. So you think this is funny?

"WHY?!"

I scream at your face, and you simply close your eyes and lean forward, dragging me into a tight embrace. I find myself swallowing, trying to hold back the tears and the sobs but nothing could ever stop me form feeling this way. You tricked me into doing this…you betrayed my trust. How could you? Am I nothing to you?

"It's for the best," you whisper, gently stroking my hair and causing my eyes to close.

I want to die right here, right now. I hate you so much, and yet, I cannot stop myself from wanting this quiet moment…this…this warm embrace. A trembling sigh escaped my lips, and I wallowed into a random thought – one of a room dimly lit by aromatic candles…and your scent lulling my senses to sleep. I feel myself relax and give in to the warmth…

A sudden jerk – my eyes fly open. I could feel the whole vehicle shaking and blood rushing through my veins to my head. A moaning and groaning sound emanated from the 'wings' of this damned oversized white tube.

What kind of hell is this?! I want to kill you, Potter, but instead of clamoring I find myself burying my face in your neck, leaning further into your arms. I brace myself for the worst to come. After this has passed, after everything is over…I swear, Harry James Potter – on anything that's magical –

I will never, ever let you take me on an airplane ride again!

Fin.

Dedicated to Miss Moronic Weirdo.

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