I lay facedown on my bed sobbing. How could he had done this to me?
After all we had been through? It had been nearly a week and Harry treated
her as if she didn't exist. Damn him. I thought as I crossed the girls'
dormitories over to the vanity. My mascara was running all over my face.
Shit. I thought. That's just what I need. I grabbed a handful of tissues
and blew my nose. Then I cleaned up my smeared black face. Frickin bastard,
leaving me like that. He couldn't even tell me to my face. God I hate him.
I couldn't believe what I was thinking. Deep down I guess I still loved
him, and that's why I started reviewing the events of the past few months
over in my head.
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It was early September, at the beginning of my fifth year. As usual, I had hand-me-down books, but at least I got my own new robes. It was in Defense Against the Dark Arts class with our new teacher, Professor Spigot. Class was over and I was rushing out to go to the common room to put my bag away for lunch, when my forehead collided with someone's chin. I collapsed from the impact spilling my books all over the floor. I scrambled to pick them up while holding my forehead from the pain. Suddenly he was down beside me helping me pick them up. I looked up to see his face. He was smiling at me. Suddenly I felt myself go pink.
"Harry! Oh I'm so sorry!"
"No, really It's my fault. Here." Harry said as he handed me my wand. I awkwardly shoved my books back into my bag, and accepted his hand as he helped me up. I felt myself blush again and he smiled at me. I love that smile. So sweet and innocent. "Er," Harry Began.
"Yes?" I turned to face him.
"Er, well. Oh how do I say this. Um, I was wondering if, I mean if you want, but er, could I walk you to the great hall for lunch?"
I smiled sweetly and nodded, as Harry breathed a sigh of relief and we walked toward the great hall. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*AN: pleez review I be much appreciative!!*
It was early September, at the beginning of my fifth year. As usual, I had hand-me-down books, but at least I got my own new robes. It was in Defense Against the Dark Arts class with our new teacher, Professor Spigot. Class was over and I was rushing out to go to the common room to put my bag away for lunch, when my forehead collided with someone's chin. I collapsed from the impact spilling my books all over the floor. I scrambled to pick them up while holding my forehead from the pain. Suddenly he was down beside me helping me pick them up. I looked up to see his face. He was smiling at me. Suddenly I felt myself go pink.
"Harry! Oh I'm so sorry!"
"No, really It's my fault. Here." Harry said as he handed me my wand. I awkwardly shoved my books back into my bag, and accepted his hand as he helped me up. I felt myself blush again and he smiled at me. I love that smile. So sweet and innocent. "Er," Harry Began.
"Yes?" I turned to face him.
"Er, well. Oh how do I say this. Um, I was wondering if, I mean if you want, but er, could I walk you to the great hall for lunch?"
I smiled sweetly and nodded, as Harry breathed a sigh of relief and we walked toward the great hall. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*AN: pleez review I be much appreciative!!*