"Well if it isn't the youngest Weasley twit and the mudblood."
Malfoy's crewel voice echoed throughout the room. "So. Left Potter for
Granger, did you?" Not even Hermione could stop me. When I made up my mind
to hurt someone, no one could hold me back. She grabbed my robes, but I
pulled free. My fists collided with his mouth and eyes. The next thing I
knew, Crabbe and Goyle were tearing us apart.
I looked at the damage I caused. It took me a while to realize all the blood on his face was mine. It happened quickly, but I think when I punched him in the mouth I cut my fist on his teeth. I pushed my bleeding fist against my knee through my robes. Malfoy now was back on his feet, giving me a look of pure loathing that I just shot right back at him. He seemed affronted and he Crabbe and Goyle went off to the hospital wing. Hermione and I followed a distance back to avoid more trouble.
Suddenly a new memory popped into my head. I remembered aloud this time, but the scenes kept flashing through my head like a picture film, a device used by muggles for entertainment. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That wasn't the first time I had had a less than friendly run-in with Malfoy and his gang; Hell it wasn't even the fifth. After another Quidditch battle for the snitch, Harry vs. Malfoy, we had finally won, 362/129. Ron, Hermione and I had gone onto the pitch to walk Harry back to school. Malfoy was sulking a few feet behind us with his little group. I have Harry a hug to congratulate him on a great game, but that only led to trouble.
Harry held my hand as we started walking, when we heard a jeering shout from guess who, Malfoy. "You know they only want your money!" Harry let go of my hand forcefully, and he and Ron started toward them. Lucky for Ron, Hermione tackled him before he got hurt, but I couldn't hold Harry down. He ran at Malfoy but Goyle stepped into the way. Harry's face looked broken. Nevertheless, what were worse were his glasses. They were shattered and the frames had broken in three places.
I helped him along to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey shook her head at the site of him. She cleaned up most of the blood and his face actually began to look a face. We held hands the whole time he was getting cleaned. Hermione fixed his glasses and Harry put them back on. He watched me the whole time, me biting my lip until it bled. Madam Pomfrey un- broke his nose, but the bruises were still there. I can remember him saying that if any, the only brains Goyle had were in his fists, then grinning at me with that winning smile of his. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
By then we were in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey stared at Malfoy, who was now moaning pathetically. She mopped off his face and he only had a black eye and a bloody mouth. I sat in one of the beds biting my lip again. I do not know why but I always bite my lip when I'm nervous. I was still using my robes as a tourniquet for my bloody fist when Madam Pomfrey finally came to me. She cleaned off most of the blood then bandaged my knuckles with gauze enchanted with an anti-scarring hex.
Later, talking with Hermione in the common room, she observed that all my memories of Harry's and my relationship were injury related. From that she concluded that Harry dumped me because our relationships were literally too painful. I told her that that was stupid, and asked her why he did not dump me before hand then. "I don't know," Hermione stated. "I just don't know."
*AN- ok, ok. I'll admit this was a short chapter, but please continue reading. There is more to come, just as soon as I think of it!!!*
*also!! Thank you soooo much for your reviews! I really appreciate them!*
I looked at the damage I caused. It took me a while to realize all the blood on his face was mine. It happened quickly, but I think when I punched him in the mouth I cut my fist on his teeth. I pushed my bleeding fist against my knee through my robes. Malfoy now was back on his feet, giving me a look of pure loathing that I just shot right back at him. He seemed affronted and he Crabbe and Goyle went off to the hospital wing. Hermione and I followed a distance back to avoid more trouble.
Suddenly a new memory popped into my head. I remembered aloud this time, but the scenes kept flashing through my head like a picture film, a device used by muggles for entertainment. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That wasn't the first time I had had a less than friendly run-in with Malfoy and his gang; Hell it wasn't even the fifth. After another Quidditch battle for the snitch, Harry vs. Malfoy, we had finally won, 362/129. Ron, Hermione and I had gone onto the pitch to walk Harry back to school. Malfoy was sulking a few feet behind us with his little group. I have Harry a hug to congratulate him on a great game, but that only led to trouble.
Harry held my hand as we started walking, when we heard a jeering shout from guess who, Malfoy. "You know they only want your money!" Harry let go of my hand forcefully, and he and Ron started toward them. Lucky for Ron, Hermione tackled him before he got hurt, but I couldn't hold Harry down. He ran at Malfoy but Goyle stepped into the way. Harry's face looked broken. Nevertheless, what were worse were his glasses. They were shattered and the frames had broken in three places.
I helped him along to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey shook her head at the site of him. She cleaned up most of the blood and his face actually began to look a face. We held hands the whole time he was getting cleaned. Hermione fixed his glasses and Harry put them back on. He watched me the whole time, me biting my lip until it bled. Madam Pomfrey un- broke his nose, but the bruises were still there. I can remember him saying that if any, the only brains Goyle had were in his fists, then grinning at me with that winning smile of his. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
By then we were in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey stared at Malfoy, who was now moaning pathetically. She mopped off his face and he only had a black eye and a bloody mouth. I sat in one of the beds biting my lip again. I do not know why but I always bite my lip when I'm nervous. I was still using my robes as a tourniquet for my bloody fist when Madam Pomfrey finally came to me. She cleaned off most of the blood then bandaged my knuckles with gauze enchanted with an anti-scarring hex.
Later, talking with Hermione in the common room, she observed that all my memories of Harry's and my relationship were injury related. From that she concluded that Harry dumped me because our relationships were literally too painful. I told her that that was stupid, and asked her why he did not dump me before hand then. "I don't know," Hermione stated. "I just don't know."
*AN- ok, ok. I'll admit this was a short chapter, but please continue reading. There is more to come, just as soon as I think of it!!!*
*also!! Thank you soooo much for your reviews! I really appreciate them!*