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"You are sure you don't want to come?"

"For the one millionth and second time: NO! I just want to spend Christmas here. I heard so many amazing things about it."

"Christmas at the Weasley's is amazing too you know."

"Harry James Potter," Violet said, imitating her father's voice. "Do I need to write it down for you that I want to spend Christmas here at Hogwarts?!"

Next to Harry Ron burst out in laughter. "I love it when you imitate Snape, Violet. You sound exactly like him." Violet chuckled at Ron's booming laughter. Even Hermione, sitting several tables away couldn't help herself but smile a little. Harry on the other hand stayed serious. "I mean it Violet. I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay here by yourself. Everyone is driving home for Christmas."

Violet didn't bother to answer. She didn't want to sound like a broken record. Shaking her head slightly she turned to her Defense against the Dark Arts paper on Inferi. The classes here at Hogwarts were honestly a piece of cake for her. Well, she had done all this stuff already, to tell the truth. Sometimes though she seemed to forget that she was two years older than the rest of her classmates.

"Don't bug her about it anymore, Harry," Ron said, flipping the pages of a book without really looking for anything in particular. "I need her to fully concentrate on her paper so I can copy some of it. Snape is really scaring the heck out of me with his homework." Violet smiled at this but didn't bother to really say anything. She could feel Hermione boring daggers into Ron's back now. She probably wished to be the one again he was copying his homework from. But she was persistent in ignoring him ever since he was going out with this noisy and awfully girly acting Lavender Brown. Sometimes Violet envied Hermione. At least she was in love with somebody who was theoretically in her reach. Someone good, who would fight by her side when it came down to a battle. Suddenly an image crept up involuntarily into her mind. It was an image of Draco and her, fighting two Death Eaters. In Violet's mind Draco was glowing, because his soul was so eternally good. That was definitely wishful thinking.

"I'm calling it a night," Harry said, interrupting Violet's blissful thoughts. He picked up his books and parchments. It was only when Violet heard a screeching voice, calling out "Won-Won" that she understood why Harry was so abruptly leaving. Lavender was one of those girls Violet despised. Not that she connected very well with people at all, but those girly-girls, which did not have much personality, really did want to make her puke. So she also packed her things up and went up the stairs. Before she even reached the girl's dormitory's door, she heard hasty footsteps following up right behind her. It was, of course, Hermione who probably also wanted to escape the happy couple.

The two girls stood at the sink, washing their faces, when Hermione suddenly began talking. Her voice almost cracking, she asked: "What do you think he likes about her?"

Violet, startled by the question, answered with the first thought coming to her mind. "Who knows, boys are strange. They always have been."

Thoughtfully Hermione washed the soap of her face with a washcloth. "She is so obnoxious. He took her only because he wanted someone to snog."

"So let him snog her. I know it must hurt badly now, but you'll see, he'll come around and realize that he is actually in love with you." It was a strange sensation for Violet to give advices. There were so many new things she had experienced in having friends.

"It's not easy though," Hermione's voice was filled with tears now. She was putting toothpaste on her toothbrush now and her hands were shaking violently.

Violet shook her head. "It could be a lot harder," she said with a sigh. Draco's face filled her mind immediately. His grey eyes filled with love and joy, rather than smugness as they usually did.

Hermione's head snapped up at Violet's words. She wasn't one to miss certain undertones. "Who?" She simply asked.

"Doesn't matter."

"How bad can it be?" Hermione asked.

Violet bit her lips, torn between keeping her secret and finally confiding into somebody. It would be such a relief to have somebody know her misery. "Like Draco Malfoy," Violet said, slightly joking. She was keeping a secret backdoor out of this, if Hermione would react shocked.

"No," Hermione's eyes fell open and she goggled at Violet with round eyes.

Violet let out a low, false chuckle and grabbed her hairbrush. "It's not that bad," she lied.

"Oh, gee…I thought you really meant it," Hermione exhaled relieved, just now starting to brush her teeth.

Violet stared at herself in the mirror, hoping nobody besides her would notice the moisture in her eyes. Violently she raked the brush through her hair. Maybe the physical pain would somehow cease the emotional one.

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