Chapter Eight:
"Teddy doesn't love you."
"Teddy DOES love you, Aunt Ginny has the letter to prove it!"
"Doesn't."
"Does!"
This was the on going battle in my head, which normally lead to tears. The night he asked Rachel, I couldn't take it. I raced away and curled up in my bed and cried till I could cry no more. Teddy didn't notice.
I broke up with Ben right after Teddy asked Rachel, he was actually okay, Teddy didn't notice. Teddy wasn't noticing a lot of things. Teddy and I stopped talking, all together at all, I sit in one corner he sits in the other. We hate one other. Truly hate. I was suppose to be doing Herbology, but at this point I was to mixed up with feelings to think. I stared at my book and watched, Rachel chase Teddy in circles around the common room.
Rachel loves Teddy to death, she is crazy. I hate her guts, I laid my head against the sofa's arm and shut my eyes.
"Hey." I opened my eyes, Anna was standing over me.
I moved my feet, "Hi." I muttered.
"Sorry." Anna said.
"Sorry for what?"
"Teddy, being a jerk."
"Don't mention that name! And it's not your fault, Anna."
I looked up Teddy had his hand wrapped in Rachel's. He was smiling, his hair was still brown.
"I hate you." I mouthed at the side of his head.
Anna rubbed my shoulder and stood up, I shook my head, why did Lupin do this to me?
"Because your in love with him, no matter how much you don't want to be." A small voice in my head chimed, and for once I couldn't fight it.
The next morning when I woke up, my eyes felt dry, I had cried again. I changed into my robes and tucked my wand away, I slid my school bag over my shoulder. I took a deep breath and walked quickly down to breakfast.
I didn't want to see Teddy, but of coarse with my luck, there was Teddy, sitting for once alone, right at my normal spot. I sat across from him and buried my face into my textbook.
"Who are you Hermione?" Teddy asked, yanking my book away, I yanked back.
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"What's got you mad?" Teddy asked.
"Close it Lupin, or lose your hand." I said yanking my wand out and pointing it at his hand that was reaching for the book again.
Teddy dropped his hand, "Fine then Weasel."
I dropped the book, and stood up, tears flooding into my eyes, I turned and ran.
"WAIT! Victoire! I didn't mean it!" Teddy cried after me.
But it was too late, I was gone.
