Disclaimer: Chapter 3 and I'm sick of writing these disclaimers, but alas I do not own Harry Potter
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"I propose a truce," I tell her, my pride dwindling just a tiny bit.
"Sick of the blonde hair?" she asks me. Oh how I wish I could wipe that smug smirk off her face.
"I look like a bloody Malfoy," I exclaim
"She stands up and examines me with a small crinkle in her nose before pointing her wand at me. "Finite." She says.
"Yeah," she smiles at me. "You're cuter with red hair." And then she walks away.