"Hey Weasel! Come here for a second." A sleek blonde haired boy called
across the Great Hall.
Ron gave a quick glare across the room, while muttering something which resembled, "No, you great git."
"Here, Ron, I'll go," Elora offered, getting out of her seat.
All of her friends suddenly looked up from their own conversations and watched her intently.
"He shouldn't be able to treat you like that, and I'm going to do something about it," Elora said firmly, "I'll be right back."
The Gryffindor table sat in silence while they watched Elora stride confidently towards the Slytherin table.
"Hi Malfoy!" Elora called now right in front of the boy.
"Oh look. It's a stupid mudblood. Maybe you didn't hear me but I called for the Weasel, not you!" Draco said cruelly.
"Were you born brain dead or has your losing at Quidditch finally gotten to you?" Elora inquired.
Although Elora looked very confident, her insides were whirling. She had always felt this feeling when around Draco Malfoy but never knew why. She wanted to go and sit back with her friends but she had to teach Malfoy a lesson. Also, she felt that she wanted to prove her friends wrong, and getting her homework done by Hermione for two weeks would be nice.
"What's wrong Malfoy? Can't think of a reply?" Elora asked, grinning, as he stayed silent.
"Shut up, you stupid mudblood," a brown haired girl spoke up, glaring evilly at Elora.
"Oh be quiet Ophelia!" Elora snapped, and then turned her gaze back to Malfoy, "Now you have girls fighting your battles. I never thought I would see the day that happened." Elora could see the anger building up in Draco's pointed face.
"Like I would ever want her help in the first place," he replied shooting Ophelia a nasty glare.
"Excuse me for trying to-"
"Shut up!" Malfoy and Elora shouted in unison.
They looked at each, shocked. Had she and Malfoy just made an agreement? Strange.
As they continued to look at each other with astonishment, somebody came up behind Elora and began to pull her away.
"Elora, come on. I think we're done here Malfoy," Hermione's voice said from behind her. Elora turned and started to walk away, angry with Hermione.
"Oh, so you have to get your friends to save you, eh mudblood? Fine go ahead and run away," Draco called behind them.
"Are you sure you don't want to call this whole thing off? I mean he can be really nasty," Hermione whispered to Elora back at the Gryffindor table.
"I can take care of myself Hermione. I'm not afraid of him like you are," Elora snapped back. "I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to head back to the common room." Elora walked quickly out of the Great Hall with all the eyes of her friends on her back.
"Is she alright?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Oh yeah she's just fine," Hermione replied with a hint of anger in her voice.
Ron gave a quick glare across the room, while muttering something which resembled, "No, you great git."
"Here, Ron, I'll go," Elora offered, getting out of her seat.
All of her friends suddenly looked up from their own conversations and watched her intently.
"He shouldn't be able to treat you like that, and I'm going to do something about it," Elora said firmly, "I'll be right back."
The Gryffindor table sat in silence while they watched Elora stride confidently towards the Slytherin table.
"Hi Malfoy!" Elora called now right in front of the boy.
"Oh look. It's a stupid mudblood. Maybe you didn't hear me but I called for the Weasel, not you!" Draco said cruelly.
"Were you born brain dead or has your losing at Quidditch finally gotten to you?" Elora inquired.
Although Elora looked very confident, her insides were whirling. She had always felt this feeling when around Draco Malfoy but never knew why. She wanted to go and sit back with her friends but she had to teach Malfoy a lesson. Also, she felt that she wanted to prove her friends wrong, and getting her homework done by Hermione for two weeks would be nice.
"What's wrong Malfoy? Can't think of a reply?" Elora asked, grinning, as he stayed silent.
"Shut up, you stupid mudblood," a brown haired girl spoke up, glaring evilly at Elora.
"Oh be quiet Ophelia!" Elora snapped, and then turned her gaze back to Malfoy, "Now you have girls fighting your battles. I never thought I would see the day that happened." Elora could see the anger building up in Draco's pointed face.
"Like I would ever want her help in the first place," he replied shooting Ophelia a nasty glare.
"Excuse me for trying to-"
"Shut up!" Malfoy and Elora shouted in unison.
They looked at each, shocked. Had she and Malfoy just made an agreement? Strange.
As they continued to look at each other with astonishment, somebody came up behind Elora and began to pull her away.
"Elora, come on. I think we're done here Malfoy," Hermione's voice said from behind her. Elora turned and started to walk away, angry with Hermione.
"Oh, so you have to get your friends to save you, eh mudblood? Fine go ahead and run away," Draco called behind them.
"Are you sure you don't want to call this whole thing off? I mean he can be really nasty," Hermione whispered to Elora back at the Gryffindor table.
"I can take care of myself Hermione. I'm not afraid of him like you are," Elora snapped back. "I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to head back to the common room." Elora walked quickly out of the Great Hall with all the eyes of her friends on her back.
"Is she alright?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Oh yeah she's just fine," Hermione replied with a hint of anger in her voice.