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Alyssa
I was in the Common Rom, curled up on the end of the elegant couch under a big blanket, with confused feelings and a tear-streaked face. My head was laying on my arm, my knees curled into my chest.
I couldn't decipher my feelings; I was both furious and shocked, along with grief-stricken.
Had I just denied my best friend? Over a boy?
You were right to, she's not on your side of the line anymore… a voice whispered in the back of my mind.
But she was only looking out for me, making sure I knew what I was doing.
She's denying you what you really want. She doesn't want you to be happy, The voice went on, sinisterly.
She didn't want me to make what might be the biggest mistake I'll ever make, I corrected the voice(myself…?).
You need to show her that you can look out for yourself. That you were placed into Slytherin for a reason.
Yeah… I agreed with the voice(again, myself?).
You need to wipe your tears and get up, and be proud to be a Slytherin.
Yeah…I agreed again, a little bit stronger. I sniffled, and wiped my eyes. Getting up, I threw the blanket over the couch back.
That's right… Show her that you won't be pushed around.
Holding my head up, I strode upstairs to take a shower.
Getting out of the shower, I magically dried my hair and curled it, letting it hang loose around my face. I changed into some jean shorts, with a v-line t shirt.
I put some mascara on, along with some purple eye shadow. I slipped into some black ballet flats, and placed a black headband in my hair, not wanting it to mess up my hair.
Yes…Good job… The voice said proudly as I looked in the mirror.
I walked down the stairs, as some kid I didn't know looked at me.
"Are you Alyssa?" they asked uncertainly.
"Yes. Why?" I asked, looking down at the kid.
"There's someone at the door for you." They said quickly, and ran off. Puzzled, I walked over to see a strange sight.
Malfoy was leaning against the wall, looking at the floor.
"I'm used to you just walking in like you own the place," I joked, stepping out. He looked up, and his eyes widened.
"Um…Alyssa?"
"Yeah?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Can I talk to you for a second? I need to ask you something."
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders, and walked up to him until I was in front of him.
"Look, I was in the library-"
"You? In the library? That's news." I taunted.
"Look, Let me finish. I saw Taylor, and she seemed pretty bummed."
"You know, I really don't want to hear about what Taylor seemed to be like, or what she wearing, or ANYTHING that concerns her." I told him seriously, turning to go back into the Common Room.
"Hang on," He added, grabbing my arm.
"Look. As far as I care, you can continue playing along to her game. But I don't want to hear about it." I explained, uncurling his fingers from my arm.
"I'll talk to you later, okay?" Without another word, I walked back inside, leaving him speechless.
When it came time to go to supper, I was unsure on whether I wanted to go. I didn't want to put up with Harry, because I knew he would try to 'fix' things.
In the end, I decided to go. I figured it would be better to just confront the whole problem than run away from it.
I joined the throng of people going to dinner, and surprise surprise…
Caught up to Parkinson and all the other unmentionables.
"Well well, what got a hold of you and gave you a good shake of fashion sense?" Pansy said, seeing me.
"Apparently not the thing that shook you. Which would have been every single guy in school." I said simply, getting ahead of her in the crowd without waiting to see her face or response.
I got to the table, and sat down, hoping that the crowd of people had gotten me confused with everyone else, and Harry couldn't find me sitting at the table.
But apparently today just had to be the day everything went against me.
Harry came in through the doors, and scanned the table. Seeing me, he frowned and came towards me.
I glared as hard as I could, but it only sped him on faster.
"We need to talk. Like, NOW." He said darkly, pointing behind him.
"I think we've talked enough." I told him, turning to face the other tables.
"I don't think we've talked enough."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying, and I'm eating." I said, trying to remain calm.
"Oh, no your not." He fought back, grabbing my arm.
I stood up.
"You had better let me go, or so help me God I'm going to do something you won't like."
"You need to tell Taylor that what you said earlier wasn't true."
"The hell I do! You tell her that maybe she needs to back up her best friend, the one she's known longer than some Boy Who Lived!" I snapped harshly, not caring when he flinched.
"I really think we need to take this somewhere else." He pushed.
""And I think you should go sit somewhere else. But knowing you, neither of us are going to get what we want."
"You're being selfish and bratty." Harry said, his face going red.
"And you're in my space. So get out." I snapped coldly. I pushed past him, striding down the table.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on." Harry ran up behind me, and put a hand on my shoulder. Without thinking, I elbowed him hard in the gut, hearing him grunt.
"We're done… Potter." I said simply but harshly, walking away and leaving a certain Harry bent over in disbelief.
