Sorry for the lack of updates. Another story has been getting more reviews. I write for the story that gets more reviews. Sorry…. I hope you are all enjoying this, cuz I am. I'm just stuck on where this should go.
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September 13
Dear Draven,
Gacy brought me a letter today. It was a letter from the Romkeys. They said I couldn't come back for Christmas. Like I'd want to. I really can't stand living there. Even if they did let me back there I'd end up in the basement again. They never clean the basement. I slept on the dirt floor. Cold dirt floor. I didn't get a blanket until one of the kids felt sorry for me and gave me their blanky. It was the only child I got along with and actually cared about me. He was the only one in my life to actually love me. While he was there he'd sneak me food, blankets, and give me friendship. The only kind of friendship I ever had. Enough of that… I'm starting to cry.
Draco hasn't said or even looked at me since our last confrontation. I'm trying not to think about him. It's the only way you can deal with stuff. Ignore it and leave it. Only if it was any easier. I'm still trying to ignore him. It isn't working. I have 3 classes with him during the week. Then there is Breakfast and Supper (I don't do lunch). This is harder than muggle schools. In muggle schools you could find different was to class or sit farther away in class. I don't dare find another way to class. I'm afraid I might get lost or even late for class. It's always hard to find another seat. Everyone sits in the same place since the first day of school. What sucks is that I sit behind Draco in all the classes I'm in with him.
I had a talk with George on how he felt about everything. I caught up with him in the library.
"Do you need any help with that?" I noticed he was caring many books.
"Ah… no I'm fine," He was surprised to see me.
"Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Only a minute?" He smiled.
"Maybe more. Lets see how that one minute turns out."
I followed him to a table with many other books.
"What are you studying for?"
"Ah…" He paused to think. "Just doing a little research on management."
"Plan on owning something?" I flipped through a book in front of me.
"Yeah. But you'd think it's stupid."
"No I wont. Try me."
"No," He blushed.
"Come on," I touched his arm. "I'm planning on going into Funeral Service Management." I smiled jokingly.
He laughed. "I want to own a Joke shop. Like the one in Hogsmeade."
"That will be cool. So all of this is for Management?"
"Well all those," He pointed to a couple of stacks "Are famous witches and wizards in businesses."
"You've got some reading to do."
"Is that minute up, yet?" His eyes glowed.
"If it is I want a few more."
"Can do." He crossed his arms on the desk. "You like me don't you?"
I blushed. "Yeah I guess you can say that."
"Wow." George leaned back in his chair.
"What?" I was a little astonished about his reaction.
"Usually I'm a last picking. Everyone usually goes for Fred." He looked more cheery.
"Well…" I didn't know what to say.
"There's something different about you though." He commented. "Defiantly not a bad thing. Don't want to get on your bad side." He chuckled.
"No, no one ever wants to." I chuckled too.
"I was wondering," I thought it was going to be the 'big' question, "Why do you hang around with those bloody Slytherins?" Maybe it wasn't as big as I thought.
"I don't know. He's kind of cute, and nice to me, and makes me laugh."
"You're probably making jokes about us." Anger snuck into his eyes.
"No." I defended myself. "I hate Draco's jokes. They are very bad, and tasteless, especially about my house. I hate the world mudblood and anything about discrimination in this school. It makes me sick."
A little smile crept on his face.
"I really like you. You are a great friend. I haven't thought twice about being friends with you once. With Draco I have. Actually I don't think he even wants anything to do with me." I looked down at that tought. It made my stomach cringe.
"Well I can tell you I'd never turn my back on you. What ever your past is or what you are doesn't matter." He leaned closer and was an inch away from my face. "I could never treat anyone like that."
I smiled at this
"So you like me too." Our noses softly touched.
"As much as I like pranking Slytherins."
"The library is closing, kids!" The librarian interrupted us. "I'll clean up for you."
"I will need these books tomorrow."
"I'll put them aside." She strode away from us.
"Lets walk together." I insisted.
"Fine with me." He grinned.
So we walked down the common room hand in hand.
I had a wonderful day. I can't wait till class tomorrow.
Goodnight.