Hopscotch: moronic (word)
WC: 254
As she stared at all of the girls receiving gifts from their loved ones, she couldn't help but think that this is such a moronic, useless and meaningless day.
She stomped out of the Great Hall and towards her common room.
So what if she didn't receive any gift? So what if she was going out with him for more than two months? He didn't own her anything since they're not actually dating, apparently, only fooling around the castle.
She whispered the password to the Fat Lady, trying to suppress her anger. In vain, since the portrait asked her what happened with her.
"Nothing" – the brunette answered, as she enter the common room – "I just hate this stupid day"
Her friends called her but she ignored them, and walked straight to her room. She didn't need Ron making fun of her. Or for Harry to be himself and give her a gift.
Or anything, for that matter. She just wanted to take a shower and sleep an—
"What's this?" – She whispered, as she entered the room and saw the package on her bed.
Granger, the note said, I know how much you hate this date, especially because you think that we're only fooling around. But the truth is, I already consider you my girlfriend. But since I haven't properly asked and manners dictate that I have to, can you please meet me at the quidditch field? Yours, Malfoy.
She felt the smile forming on her face.
Such a stupid, moronic and meaningless day, indeed.