Mortifying

I walked out the Great Hall and looked out on the lawn. I had been released from my Flitwick's class early for the first time in years. Draco had a free period, and I knew that he loved the big Oak tree near the lake so I headed out there to be with him.

Shocked to see him with some fifth year I had noticed before, I headed for the pair. As I got closer and closer, I noticed they were sitting way too close to each other for my taste. She was brushing his hair with her hand, and her body was completely in his lap. Bitch switch: On.

"Draco, when are we going to get to be together for real. I'm sick of these...quickies," the fucktard giggled. Well!

I immediately responded, in my kind I've-been-raised-to-be-a-lady-voice, "When pigs fucking fly."

Draco jumped, and I could see his little boner die a little. She got off his lap and looked at me and all I heard was "Oh Shit" before I sent a few spells her way.

Draco, of coarse, had been ready for my attack so he blocked most of them. I hate that he always keeps his wand within a arms' reach. Thankfully, she got an old warty one. As a gross, enormous wart started forming over her face she screamed, grabbed her purse and ran off. I was quite proud, if I do say so myself.

"That was unnecessary and you know it," my supposed-to-be-boyfriend retorted. I glared at him and immediately started to tear up.

"With all the shit I go through with everything, you can't just be faithful."

He snorted. I wanted to stab him, cry and then kill stab him again.

He brushed past me and headed up the hill back to the castle after the little twat.

Laying down where they had just been, I collapsed against the tree. It was where our first kiss was, and he was getting a fucking hand-job there, probably on a daily basis.

I sat there for about two hours, missing the meal and just sitting. I heard footsteps coming in my direction and didn't look up until a shadow stood over me, blocking the sun from blinding my eyes, which had been how I was spending my evening.

"Are you okay?" the tall, skinny shadow asked me.

"Just dandy," I replied, completely aware my face was red and blotchy from crying.

"Just wanted to let you know you're boyfriend is making out with some sleazy girl from Ravenclaw."

"Thanks, I'm aware."

Then the shadow sat down next to me. My dear potions partner lay next to me for a good twenty minutes before talking again.

"You know, you don't deserve that. After everything you've been through especially."

That pissed me off.

"And I bet you know, everything I've been through."

He seemed taken aback at my attitude, but I needed to get my anger out.

As I was about to continue, he put his hand on my arm and started rubbing it up and down.

"It's okay. You don't have to be nice to me. I know I'm not you're favorite person. Just thought you wanted to talk to me, but not if you're going to act like that."

And he stood up and walked away.

Oh God, Harry. I hate you sometimes.

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I went to the kitchens when it was dark out and I didn't want to sit right next to the lake.

When I walked inside, the elves were relatively calm. They were just cleaning some leftover dishes. They didn't ask what I wanted when they say me, they didn't charge or try to assault me until I eat one of their brownies. Over the years, the learned to just let me alone.

One of the few things that stayed the same over the years was my love to cook. I could do it all day. Tuna casserole or crumb cake, pot roast or stuffed mushrooms. I needed to think so I decided to create the perfect meal: a piece of chicken sauteed withzucchini, onions, mushrooms, green peppers and yellow squash.

It took me thirty minutes for my entree to finish, but it was worth it. For not wanting to eat all day, I scarfed it down and wished I had made more (so I did).

Wishing I didn't have to go back to the horrid dungeons, I took the long way around which passed through halls of gorgeous art. I thought it was gorgeous because it had no people. The scenes contained nature blowing in the wind of waterfalls overflowing with chilly water, no stupid knights looking for a quest or fat lady's trying to sing.

I stopped at my favorite painting, a water color mural of a tree standing in the middle. The leaves were golden brown, red and yellow with no healthy, alive green leaves. There were other trees, along the side, but they were nothing compared to this tree. The tree's base looked superior to everything in the picture. It was wide, yet short. I dreamt about the tree, which sounds crazy. But its so beautiful. But there was something morbid about the rest of the photo. You could see winter creeping closer through the barren trees surrounding, and the lack of animals.

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It's been months since I updated, I have had writer's block. Read and Review, but don't complain about how long it takes me, because I'm a busy girl. I will hopefully be back into the swing of things.