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Wrong

All she wanted to do was to curl up and cry. Lay there still and silent as the perpetual loneliness seeped into the essence of her room. Her room. Heh. Of course now it's her room, before it was theirs. Where had it all gone wrong? She should have known freaks don't deserve love, thus she doesn't deserve love. No one would love someone as worthless as her. Why would they? All she has going for her is her power, fame, family name, and wealth. She's not beautiful nor exceedingly talented. People cared little about who she is. She thought he was different. She thought she knew he was different. Guess she was wrong again. She never gets it right.

He was so headstrong and cold, even around her. His dark skin and high cheekbones practically declared to the world that he was a pure-blood. Dark inky black hair and slanting dark eyes, he acted so high and mighty, so superior, around anyone he dismisses as not being worthy of his time. She should have known that a Slytherin would not have truly fallen in love with her. She was the Gryffindor Golden Girl, the Girl-who-Lived, the Chosen One. He was neutral towards the war; that was what made her less skeptical when he approached her during auror training. She should have known. He would have never have associated with a filthy half-blood. She admits that it was partially her fault; she was always suspicious around him in the beginning, flinching at every instigation of contact and with constant dismissals of her self-worth or of his intentions. Why, oh why, did she fall for him so fast? Maybe it was when she stood up for him when her so-called friends kept on nagging her for associating with a dark wizard and that she might be turning dark as well.

"Amaryllis! What has gotten into you! Ever since the war has ended, you have acted so weird! So high and mighty, as if you are better than us!" Hermione Granger shouted at her, bushy brown hair whipping around her in a frenzy, caramel eyes glaring with spite at the slightly shorter ebony-haired female a few meters away. At least the conversation was in secluded corridor of Grimmauld Place. The Weasley family was over for supper which was a few hours away.

"What are you talking about, Hermione? I have not done anything wrong. If I were to complain, it is YOU that is acting weirdly as of late. This is our first true conversation, however spiteful it is, in the past month." With a dismissive tone filled with barely concealed anger, Amaryllis Potter was not in a good mood.

"Oh, really! It's my fault? You're the one who is turning dark! Associating with dark families like the Zabinis and hanging around them so much! Why are you even talking to him!"

"Now aren't you prejudiced? Blaise is not his mother!" Emerald eyes glared with contempt at the insult towards her friend.

"Don't you remember Sixth Year! He hated muggleborns, muggles, and blood-traitors! Nothing has changed! Why are you such an IDIOT!" Hermione threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. She doesn't understand what was wrong with Amaryllis, why is she hanging out with riff-raff like Zabini? Why is she not dating Charlie again? She knew there have been talks between them involving their mutually dissolved relationship due to the war and age-difference, but wizards have naturally long lifespans so it won't matter after a few decades or so. The war is over, why aren't they back together? They are both from light families and the Weasleys are still poor despite the income from the various occupations the family members gain. If Amaryllis marries into the family and opens her vaults to everyone, no one will suffer, even she as she is definitely marrying Ron as she has been through hell with him by her side.

"Get. Out. I don't care what you think of me, Granger. But you are NOT questioning MY choices in MY home as if I am not SMART enough to take care of myself. Get. Out." Magic whipped around Amaryllis as her temper got a hold of her, throwing a chilly air around the two. "It doesn't matter to me how he was back then. Remember when you were a whiny little know-it-all outcast Granger? Look at you now, a stuck-up ambitious chic with no sense of dignity or grace. You know what? Just leave. The sight of you sickens me." Huffing in indignation, Hermione stormed out in a fury, loudly slamming the door behind her. Amaryllis was stiff, tension wracking her body before she relaxes, retiring to her room. She didn't feel like entertaining anymore hypocritical witches. She didn't see anything wrong with becoming friends with Blaise.

Sorry it's so late… I got sidetracked with school and everything. This will update slower now since the ones before were already pre-written. Now I'm writing them as I go. Plus, I'm too busy reading and plotting out other ideas to actively try to write more. My muse has gone crazy. T.T She won't (Well I think it's a she, maybe that's why I can't seem to write. Maybe my muse is male? Hmm…,) well, my muse won't give me any time to think up new plot ideas. I have a basic outline already, but it's hard to write.

-Silver Replay

9/26/13