Chapter 4

A Soap Opera Betrayal

The next morning, Harry came into my room to chuck a pillow at me.

"Come on, sis, we have classes." Harry said.

I groaned, stretching and finding that Draco was gone.

I shrugged it off, thinking he was at breakfast as I got ready for classes, Harry grabbing my hairbrush and running it through my hair.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Brushing your hair, duh." Harry said, continuing to brush it.

I sighed. "You're freaking obsessed with my hair or something." I said, rolling my eyes.

And that was no secret. Ever since we were old enough to run a brush through our hair (Harry learned quickly on me, but never used the talent on himself. How do you think his hair was so messy?) Harry had been brushing my hair, braiding it and all in all playing with it.

"Can I help it? Besides the colour it's exactly like Mum's." Harry said.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my straightener and straightening my hair into some sort of resemblance.

When I got the nod of approval from myself, I applied a little makeup and grabbed my book bag, going into the common room.

As I went through the corridor, I heard some second year Slytherin boys picking on a first year Slytherin girl with pale skin, bright red hair, almost rival to a Weasley's and blue eyes.

"Hey, Weasley, shouldn't you be with your blood traitor Gryffindor family!" the boys teased.

"WEASLEY WANNABE! WEASELY WANNABE!" the boys shouted together, making the girl cry.

I straightened my Head Girl Badge and stormed over. "OI!" I shouted. "You four, give it up!"

The boys scoffed. "Who the hell are you to tell us what to do?" one of the boys asked, snorting with laughter.

I lifted the boy to the wall. "For one, I'm Head Girl. For another…I'm Harley Quinn." I snarled, setting the boy down. That seemed to strike fear into their hearts.

The boys paled and ran away as I stooped to the level of the little girl.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

The girl nodded, her eyes filled with tears as I used my Harley Quinn mask to wipe her eyes.

"Thank you." she said, sniffing and giving me a grin. "Are you really Harley Quinn? Like the Harley Quinn?"

I nodded, handing her the mask. "What do you think I wiped your eyes with?" I asked.

The girl gasped. "I'm holding the mask!" she squealed excitedly.

I smiled and nodded. "I'm Hannah…and…you are?"

"Faith. Faith Chamomile." the girl said.

"Nice to meet you." I said with a grin. "Come on, I'm headed for breakfast."

"Morning, everyone." I said, going into the Great Hall, Faith on my tail.

I scanned the Great Hall for Draco, finding Mel with him at the Slytherin table, a beacon of blue and bronze amongst the sea of green and silver.

I straightened my tie and went over, plopping myself next to my boyfriend. "Hey, guys." I said.

"Hi." Mel muttered quietly.

"Mel's afraid Mother will stop loving her when she finds out Mel's a Ravenclaw." Draco whispered.

"She will! All our family's been Slytherin!" Mel said, tears in her eyes.

"Mel," I said, locking eyes with her and taking her hands. "It's ok. All my family's been Gryffindor…and look at me. I'm not wearing red and gold, honey, I'm wearing green and silver…just because you're not in your mum's house, doesn't mean that your mum won't love you."

Mel looked up at me, wiping her eyes. "Thanks." she said with a grin, standing as one of Mel's friends shouted from the Ravenclaw table.

"Hey, Melly!" a brunette girl shouted, waving Mel over.

"Oh, that's Brianna. Coming, Brie!" Mel said, running off as Draco kissed me.

Sammy Simmons squealed excitedly. "Aw, true love! Snow White and Prince Charming sitting in a tree…" she giggled with her friends.

"What was that for?" I asked with a blush.

"Boosting Mel's self esteem." Draco said as Slughorn came around the table, handing out timetables.

"Malfoy, Draco and Potter, Hannah." Slughorn said, handing me my timetable with a wink. "Will I be seeing you two in Potions?"

"Yes, sir." Draco and I said together.

"There's a good couple." Slughorn said, resuming handing out timetables as Draco smirked at me, a hand shoved in his uniform pants pocket.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." Draco said, still grinning at me, taking my book bag as I ate breakfast.

"You look devious." I said, eyes narrowed.

"Oh, can't a man look at his girlfriend without getting the third degree?" Draco asked, tracing patterns around the nape of my neck and taking his other hand out of his pocket.

I giggled, looking at my watch. "Oh, crap! We have Defence Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes!" I shouted, grabbing my book bag and sprinting to the DADA room.

Professor Goldenheart was waiting outside the door.

"Good morning, Professor." I said.

"Good morning, Miss Potter." Professor Goldenheart said with a nod. "Kindly take your seat."

I nodded and took a seat in the front row, setting my book on the desk and digging for a quill and my wand.

Eventually, the entire class was seated, Draco beside me, Ivy and Blaise behind us, Harry and Ron across from us and Hermione and Sheila on our other side.

"Good morning, everyone." Professor Goldenheart greeted, writing her name on the board. "I am Samantha Goldenheart, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am to believe that you've had seven professors in this subject?"

I raised my hand. "Technically, some of us had six since we were on the run." I said. "But a majority of them sucked. Quirell was afraid of the subject; Lockhart didn't know what he was doing; Lupin was actually good; Moody, well he was technically Barty Crouch Jr. was a dodgy old codger that turned my boyfriend and I into ferrets; Umbitch was…well, you can figure it out and Snape showed favourites to the Slytherins…no complaints, but he treated my brother like crap."

"A little too much information, Miss Potter." Goldenheart said, writing on the board. "But I will have you know that the war is not going to affect your education in this class. After every class I will provide a quiz of a recap of what we did during the lesson. Our first lesson, non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell?"

My fist shot clear up to the air, almost hitting Draco in the jaw (as I almost always did.), but Goldenheart called on Ivy.

"Your adversary wont know of the magic you're about to perform, it gives you the split second advantage." Ivy said.

"Exactly." Goldenheart said, writing it on the board.

…

After our Defence quiz (which I blew through), we had Potions with Professor Slughorn.

"Finally, my favourite classroom in the school!" I said when we entered the dungeons, taking my old seat in the front row. "Ah, hello, old friend." I said, getting comfortable. "It's been awhile."

Draco rolled his eyes, sitting next to me. "You ate too much sugar on the train, love." he said, shaking his head with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, it's been a year since I set foot in this room, sue me." I said as Slughorn came in.

"All right, everyone, settle down." Slughorn said, beaming at the number of us. "Now the class seems more full this term. Especially with our new celebrity. Miss Quinn."

I blushed with a grin as the lesson started.

…

After Transfiguration, I was packing up for dinner when Professor Laventhorpe stopped me.

"Miss Potter, I'd like a word with you." she said with a kind, motherly smile.

"You go on, Draco, I'll catch up." I said turning to Draco.

Draco nodded and left the room. "Yes, Professor?" I asked.

"I want to tell you how impressed I am with your self Transfiguration." Laventhorpe said, patting my arm.

Suddenly, my scar started to prickle for the briefest of moments. I waved it off and smiled at her.

"Thank you." I said.

"And I'd like to give you some advice." Laventhorpe said with a grin. "I know you are in a relationship with Mr Draco Malfoy…"

I blushed. "Yes, yes I am." I said with a smile.

"I also believe you two are getting a little too serious."

I cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean? We've been dating since we were fourteen." I asked.

"I'm just saying that maybe he isn't the one you're meant to be with." Laventhorpe suggested.

I cocked my head to the side and packed up. "I'm sorry, Professor, I do have much respect for you, but I believe that you're mistaken. We're in love."

"You never know, Miss Potter." Laventhorpe said with a sympathetic grin. "He could be using you."

"For what?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows together.

Professor Laventhorpe shrugged. "I don't know. Just be careful. He could break your heart."

I scoffed, picking my bag up. "With all due respect, Professor Laventhorpe, Draco loves me and I love him. Nothing's going to get in the way of that." I said, leaving the room for dinner.

…

Draco POV

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to ask. Those eyes, the hair, the way she handled my sister was just so flawless!

I paced around the common room, trying to think of what to say to her before huffing. This was so difficult! I just had to ask her straight up.

I shot up, running out to find her, looking everywhere she could be and finding her in the library.

"Alexander!" I said, making her turn around.

"Malfoy." Alexander said, setting her dragon down and looking at me.

"I have to ask you something." I said.

…

Hannah POV

I ate a steak dinner before going to get a head start on my Defence Against the Dark Arts homework.

I had just gone into the library when I dropped everything with a gasp, feeling as if my heart had frozen over and someone had taken a sledge hammer to it.

There stood Sheila…my best friend Sheila, her left hand in Draco's as he got on one knee.

"Sheila Alexander, will you marry me?"

I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth and grabbing my book bag and running back to the Head's dorms and bursting into tears over what I had seen.

I grabbed Alejandro, clutching him to my chest as I sobbed uncontrollably.

How could this happen to me!? My boyfriend eloping with my best friend! My world went from contently ever after to soap opera tragedy in the blink of an eye.

MY BEST FRIEND! My boyfriend had broken my heart…and of all people to cheat on me with…he cheated on me with MY BEST FRIEND!

"Don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose or pearl. There's a girl I know. He loves her so. I'm not that girl." I sang through the tears. "Now I know how Elphaba felt." I sobbed.

I fell face first onto the couch, sobbing as a door opened and someone came down from downstairs.

"Hannah?" Hermione said from the foot of the stairs.

I looked up at her, eyes watering. I didn't want to deal with my brother or Ivy. They would have said "I told you he was no good!" I didn't need an I told you so. I needed a shoulder to cry on. At that moment, I just wanted Hermione.

"Hermione!" I sobbed, wiping my eyes.

"Hannah, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, sitting on the couch with me.

"D-D-D-D-D-Draco…I-I…c-caught h-him in the l-library w-with S-S-Sheila and h-he…h-he…" I burst into tears again.

"What did he do?" Hermione asked, wrapping an arm around me.

"HE PROPOSED TO HER!" I wailed, starting to cry again.

"Oh, Sherlock!" Hermione said, wrapping her arms around me. "Oh, no, I'm so sorry."

"M-My b-best f-friend!" I sobbed. "H-He l-left m-me f-for m-my b-best f-friend!" I hiccupped.

"Oh, sweetie." Hermione said, wiping my eyes and taking me to my room, locking the door.

"That foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" Hermione said, conjuring up tissues and going into her room, coming back with a pint of cookie dough ice cream.

"Men are such jerks!" I sobbed, taking the spoon Hermione gave me as she sat on the bed with me.

"I know, sweetie, most Slytherin men are." Hermione said, patting my arm soothingly as I ate.

I wiped my eyes again, cleaning the makeup off my face before diving into my ice cream again.

"I hate my life." I said, sniffing. "Harry is the worst liar I know."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"When I was three I watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs for the first time, I always said that she looked like me-"

"I can see it." Hermione said. "Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, you're spitting image."

"Yeah, and after that day I'd spend every day waiting for my prince to come." I said, my voice cracking again. "Harry said that waiting made it all the better when I did find him. I thought I found him…" I admitted. "I honestly thought I did…but now…" I started crying again. "And now I don't think I'll ever find him!" I sobbed.

"Oh, sweetie." Hermione said, holding me as I cried again. "Malfoy doesn't deserve you if he's ditching you for Sheila." she said, wiping my tears. "Come on, Sherlock, don't cry."

I gasped repeatedly, eyes welled with tears as Hermione hugged me. God, I loved her. She was my best friend, my big sister and my mum all rolled into one.

"Hannah, you know something?" Hermione asked, taking my ice cream away and putting it back.

"What?" I asked.

"I know how to get Malfoy back for this." Hermione said.

"What?" I asked again, wiping my eyes.

"First, we need to wash your face." Hermione said, splashing water over my face. "We're going to give you a makeover."

"No…" I groaned. "I just want to curl up and die."

At that I heard a frantic knock at the door. "Hannah…" Sheila said on the other side.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted at her. "You backstabbing lowlife traitor!"

The door opened and Sheila stood there, wearing a diamond ring. "Hannah, I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I asked, standing up. "SORRY!?" I demanded, tearing up again. "You destroyed my life, turned the man I'm in love with against me and stole him from me. How the fuck can you even imagine that I could ever forgive you for this!"

"Because I'm your best friend and I can explain." Sheila said.

"Go ahead, then!" I demanded. "Good luck trying to explain!"

Sheila opened her mouth again to speak, but closed her mouth, hanging her head.

"Exactly!" I shouted at her, standing up, furious through the tears. "I'll never forgive you! You ruined my life, you stabbed me in the back! I trusted you! You were my best friend!"

"Hannah, please." Sheila said. "If you knew what was going on, you'd be so happy…"

"Really?" I asked. "What is going on, then!?"

Sheila pursed her lips and thought about it. "I can't tell you."

"Because I've seen everything!" I said, shooting up. "You stole the man I love from me, you stabbed me in the back, you've broken my heart. You ruined my life!" I said, breaking down again.

Hermione wrapped her arms around me, glaring at Sheila. "I think it'd be best for everyone if you just get lost, Alexander." she said icily.

I heard the door close and Hermione turned to me. "Oh, Hannah, don't." she whispered.

"My life is over!" I sobbed, burrowing into her shoulder as the door opened again.

"LEAVE ME THE SKINNER ALONE, ALEXANDER!" I screamed at the door.

"It isn't Sheila…it's Ivy." Ivy said from the door.

"Do you want Ivy to come in?" Hermione asked.

I nodded, still crying.

"Come in, P.I." Hermione said when the door opened.

"Oh, Harley." Ivy said, hugging me. "I saw what happened."

Legilimency. I thought. Always useful when you don't want to break bad news.

"I'm going to kill Malfoy." Ivy growled at Hermione.

"Save a little life for me." Watson said angrily as the door knocked again.

"Mei-Mei!" Harry said, knocking. "Mei-Mei, open the door! I know what happened!"

"I'm going to kill Malfoy." Hermione said, standing up and leaving the room, Ivy standing as well.

"I'm going to get Blaise to kill Malfoy." Ivy said, following Mione out as Harry came in.

"Oh, Mei-Mei..." Harry wrapped his arms around me tightly.

I buried my face in my brother's shoulder, bawling.

…

Sheila POV

Malfoy and I were talking in hushed voices when Hermione, Ivy and Blaise came up.

"Good going!" Ivy said, crossing her arms and glaring at me. "I can't believe you just stabbed your best friend in the back! What would She-Cat say?"

I looked at her. "What are you talking about?" Malfoy asked.

"Oh, why don't you go ask the future Mrs Malfoy?" Hermione asked, looking at Malfoy and drawing her wand. "I knew you were a foul, loathsome evil little cockroach from the moment you called me a Mudblood! Now I'm certain!"

"What are you two talking about?" Malfoy asked, looking to me.

I sighed. I guess I had to say something. "She saw us." I told him.

"WHAT!?" Malfoy said, groaning. "Oh, fuck, no! You two have it all wrong! I can explain! We can explain!"

"I'd love to hear this." Hermione said. "She is in her dorm sobbing her eyes out because you had proposed to her best friend! That's low, even for Lucius Malfoy's son, Malfoy!"

"No, Granger," Blaise piped up. "he's right. There is a reasonable explanation. Malfoy's just stupid." Blaise glared at Malfoy. "You practiced on her best friend in a public place!? Idiot!"

"I know, I know, Zabini, I am far from the romantic Casanova that I assumed myself to be!" Malfoy said.

"What are you two idiots talking about?" Hermione asked as Ivy's vision clouded over, looking to Malfoy and starting to laugh.

"IVY!" Hermione gasped. "How could you laugh at a time like this when your best friend is in great emotional pain!?"

Ivy choked up and wiped a tear. "Oh, man, this is gold." she chuckled before whispering into Hermione's ear, whose eyes had widened.

"NO!" she gasped, looking to Malfoy, who had nodded.

"OH!" Hermione started laughing, tucking her wand away. "Man, how dumb are you?"

"Yes, I get it, I did the stupidest thing in the world and now I'm paying for it." Malfoy rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his infamous once dapper Malfoy hair. "Now what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Get it done, man!" I said, shaking him. "You love this woman, don't you?"

"More than anything." Malfoy said.

'You wanna hold her?" I asked, prodding him in the chest and grabbing his shoulders.

"Yes."

"Please her?" I asked, shaking him a little.

"YES!" Malfoy shouted.

"Then you gotta, gotta try a little tenderness!" I said, Fireball puffing a little fire into the air. "Hannah loves that romantic crap!"

"All right, cut it out!" Malfoy said, pushing me off him. "When am I gonna do it?"

I thought about it. "Tonight." I said.

"WHAT!?" Malfoy shouted again.

"Listen, six years ago tonight you kissed her for the first time, right?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow as Hermione, Zabini and Ivy left, smirking at each other. I also wanted to point out that he also had no balls to dump the girlfriend thrown in his lap the same year…but I decided he had beaten himself up enough so I just kept my mouth shut.

"How'd you…?" Malfoy asked.

"I'm not Hannah's best friend for nothing. She told me, Hermione and She-Cat the morning after you planted one on her." I rolled my eyes. "Tonight is absolutely perfect for it."

Malfoy huffed. "She's miserable!"

"Without you." I told him, shaking him again as Fireball tugged on his hair. "She loves you and you love her. Just get it done already!"

Malfoy huffed. "I kind of wanted to wait until Christmas...a lot more meaning, you see. But I can see your point, that, and I don't think Potter will let me live to see Christmas, even after what we went through. I broke his sister's heart."

I rolled my eyes. "Not the point. But, first thing's first, what would your family say of your choice?"

"Father's in Azkaban, so he can shove it, Mother would probably faint and start crying at the thought…my aunt is dead, my uncle's in Azkaban, Mel wouldn't realize what's going on, my grandmother doesn't know her personally, but I think she'd like her when I introduce them…my grandfather would have loved her fiery spirit…"

"And you?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Is this something you can live -"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." Malfoy cut me off with an angry glint in his eyes. "I love her more than anything."

I sighed. "I should have known when you were begging Voldemort to kill you when you thought she was dead."

"Her heart had stopped, Alexander, shut up!" Malfoy hissed. "And I had made a promise that I intended to keep to the twins. If I could have stopped her from being killed and she was killed, the moment her heart stopped beating I'd be begging for him to kill me."

"Ok, ok, all that aside, you get ready for the apology of a lifetime." I said.

"Wait, wait, you have a quill?" Malfoy asked, messing his hair up further.

I nodded, handing him a quill.

Malfoy conjured up his Defence Against the Dark Arts book and wrote a note, handing it to me.

"I'll get ready, can you give this to Hannah?" he asked.

I gave him a dark look. "She's furious at me! And I'm not a bleeding owl!"

Fireball shot up and waved his claws around, making Malfoy and I look to him.

"Is your dragon on crack?" Malfoy asked, making Fireball growl at him.

"NO!" I hissed. "First, he's a New Zealand Firescale, not a dragon, get it right! And second, he can deliver the note while I prepare the clearing. Hannah just adores Fireball. She wouldn't take her heartbroken anger out on him!"

"How do you know about our…?" Malfoy asked.

"I have my ways of finding these things out." I smirked, handing the note to Fireball. "Give that to Hannah."

Fireball took it and flew off, leaving me with Malfoy.

"Ok, for this to work, we'll need candles, rose petals, and my violin." I grinned.

…

Hannah POV

I was still sobbing into Harry's shoulder when the door opened and Fireball flew onto my side holding a piece of parchment.

I sniffed, taking the parchment as Fireball flew off with a glint in his eyes that told me that he was hiding something.

I unrolled it and read it.

Hannah,

Meet me in the clearing tonight at ten thirty. It's time you received an explanation.

Yours,

Draco.

I stood up and wiped my eyes, taking a shaky breath and going to get Hermione. I found her in her room, reading one of her many books from her bookshelf walls.

"Mione…" I whispered. "I got a note from Draco."

Hermione looked up from her bed, grinning and grabbing my wrist and putting me in my room.

"Harry, out. Han, I'll be back." Hermione said, leaving the room with my Invisibility Cloak in hand.

I cocked an eyebrow. Why was everyone acting so weird all of a sudden?