I stand there, and I have no idea what to do. His eyes are filled with mixture of hate and something I cant read. And they are boring into me, Daring me to say something. I'm shocked, he should know by now that I always have something to say. But I try to speak, and I stop, because I don't have anything to say. Its like my voice has just left me, like it was scared and ran away.
"Is that it Weasley?" he looks at me, his face smug. It s that look that sets me off, how dare he!
"Actually Malfoy," I saw a slight twitch in his left eye at the mention of his last name, "I'm not done" I raised my voice so his new "friends" could hear, " I was your friend when these snarky, pretentious, jerks wouldn't give you the time of day. So go ahead and call me what ever you want, because if that's how your going to treat me, then these are the people you should be friends with." Then, before I could stop myself, I smacked him. "I didn't love you anyway." And then I ran.