Chapter
Seven
Forget my name, & I'll forget it too.
I sat on the common room couch, in front of the fire, reading over some History of Magic notes. The weight on the couch shifted and Malfoy shifted to his comfort.
"So, you're smart right?" I closed the book I was reading and looked up.
"What?" I asked, closing my book.
"You're pretty smart, can you help me study for O.?" Giving Malfoy a look of pure confusion and amazement, I began to shake my head.
"Why the hell would you ask me this now?" Crossing my arms over my chest, I turned towards him and his idiotic way of thinking.
"Well, you got an O on your assignment today, and I figured that you would be a good person to be with if I want to get good marks."
"Malfoy, you're already smart. Why do you need me?" I can't believe I just blew up his ego even more, but I was still confused.
"I'm smart enough, but I hate end of term exams. And since they mean so much this year I just though-"
"Yeah, sure. As long as we're still on speaking terms by then." I interrupted with a laugh, and to my amazement, he laughed back. Standing up, I left my book on the table behind the couch and looked back at Malfoy. "I'm going to dinner, wanna come?" Nodding, he followed me out the common room.
We we're just about at the Great Hall, in a conversation about some fifth years inability to shower, and I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned around to see who it was, and the grace of God held me back from punching them in the face right there. Cho. Touched me. Oh... I'll touch her, and it won't be pretty. I can't believe she is even looking at me.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" A questioning look came over my face, but I agreed. She pulled me down to an empty hallway a few seconds from the Great Hall. "I-I just wanted to talk about- well about what happened, you know, at the last meeting." So much for getting that mental image out of my head. Everyone knew that they liked each other, I just couldn't bring myself to admit that he just liked her, and not me.
"What do you want to talk about?" I said with a mean undertone.
"Well Bekki-- it is Bekki right?" I can't believe her. She is too blind to realize that I ran away for a reason that night, and better yet, she doesn't remember my name. I just glared and nodded my head slowly. "Well, I just, it would be really nice if you didn't tell anyone about what me, me and Harry did. Please. It would mean a lot to me." No, I can't take this. I still haven't thought about this for a good month now. I could feel my eyes starting to fill with tears.
"Yeah,
whatever you want." I said quickly, turning and walking away,
steeling myself against the tears. Anger bubbled in me, as I headed
back to the Great Hall, with Cho about 10 steps behind me. Now I
can't get that picture of Harry and Cho kissing out of my head. This
isn't helping.
"What did she want?" He
asked, glaring behind him and across the Great Hall at the Ravenclaw
table.
"Just, nothing. Never mind." I said, taking another big breath and began assembling a plate.
For a split second, I looked over to the Ravenclaw table. Cho was staring at Harry, while giggling with her friends.
But the problem was, that Harry was looking at me, not Cho.
