Ok! I know this story is getting kind of weird but there is a twist at the end so keep reading! This story doesn't turn out like you think it does!!
Remember- I am open to any criticism (is that how you spell that?) about my story so dont forget to review!!
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Harry woke up that morning feeling better than ever. It was now sunday and he did not have that much homework!!! He planned a nice rest by the lake today with his friends- hopefully he would get to know Brooke better. Wow. Just thinking about her made his stomach do a flip-flop. It reminded him of when it used to do that when he thought about Cho... She was foolish to do what she did. Harry forced himself to stop thinking about Cho. She was a snob anyway. Harry did nothing wrong and she just...Oh well. It's no use crying over spilt milk. Besides, it was a beautiful day and he would be spending time with his friends. So then why did he feel so lousy? Sirius- that's why. It had nothing to do with Cho. He simply missed Sirius is all. He flung on his robes and headed down for breakfast. He sat down with Ron and Hermione and felt sorry that he couldn't sit with Brooke...she was at the Slytherin's table sitting in the middle of a crowd of people. Well, it looked like she didn't need them anymore. She probably hated them now that she made friends with her own kind. Who needed her anyway? She was a Slytherin! Then she turned and spotted Harry staring at her. Before Harry had time to see what her reaction was, his stomach did another flip-flop and he turned to his two best friends.
"What's wrong, mate? You look really red."Ron said with interest.
"Oh it's nothing. So! Are you ready for the Quidditch game on tuesday? Were bound to beat Hufflepuff." Harry said, changing the subject.
"Yeah. Their new chasers suck! What were their names? Oh yeah! Paige Osbourne and Frank Harris!"Ron said, exited.
"You got that right." Harry answered. They all ate their muffins in silence. A few minutes later, the owl post came flying in. None of the letters came to Ron, Hermione, or Harry. "This is boring. Im ready to go outside. Coming?" Ron asked impatiently.
"Yeah, sure." Harry said, and he and Hermione walked outside with Ron.
The three of them sat down under the tree that Harry had seen in Snape's pensieve the year before. It comforted Harry to know that his father sat in the same spot when he was only Harry's age.
"Hey, guys!" It was Brooke. Brooke sat down indian-stile by Hermione.
"So! What should we talk about?" Ron asked.
"Can you believe that we barely have any homework? All we have to do is write a paper for Snape! That's insane!" Ron said.
"If my dad thought for one second that the teachers we slacking-off, he would snatch them bald-headed."Said Hermione.
"Same here!"Said Brooke.
"You don't have to answer this but, what happened to your real parents?"Ron asked. Hermione elbowed him.
"Oh, thats ok. They died in a car crash." Brook answered.
"Hmm. That's funny. That's what supposedly happened to Harry's parents before Harry found out the truth. Are you sure that's what happened?"Asked Ron.
"W-well that's what they've always told me."
"Can we please not talk about this anymore?"Harry asked.
"Hey! Johnson!" Brooke turned around to see Malfoy heading in her direction. "What are you doing with these losers? C'mon, come sit with your friends."
"These are my friends! You're the only loser I see here!" Brooke said.
"Come on Brooke! You're hanging out with Weasley, Granger, and Potter. That's poor, mudblood, and freak. Just come with me and we can forget this whole thing ever happened." Ron looked at Hermione. Her face was extremely red and he wouldn't be surprised if steam started whistling out of her ears.
"Malfoy, even the most poor, mudbloodiest freak is better than you!!" Screamed Brooke.
-SLAP!!!!!!-
Brooke stumbled backwards. She realized Malfoy had just slapped her. Her cheek was throbbing with pain. Malfoy had slapped her hard. She looked to her left just in time to see that Harry had his wand out and was pointing it at Malfoy.
"No! Harry, it's ok! Malfoy knows that you can kick his ass in a second. You don't need to prove anything. Let's just ignore him." Brooke said, lowering Harry's arm. Brooke turned and faced her friends, turning her back to Malfoy.
"Hey Johnson! Guess what? My dad was talking to your dad the other night!"Malfoy taunted. "You want to know what my dad said to your dad?"
"Im warning you Malfoy!" Brooke said, her face getting redder and redder, fists clenched.
"He said that you're exactly like him!"
"CAN IT MALFOY!!!!!!"
"Do you want to know why he said that?"
"SHUT UP MALFOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"OK THEN, I'LL TELL YOU! HE SAID THAT BECAUSE YOUR DAD IS HIS VERY BEST FRIEND!"
Brooke flung herself at Malfoy, fists wailing. Before Harry or Ron had time to grab her, she had nocked Malfoy onto the ground. She was just about to give him a black eye when she felt herself rising away from him. It took her a moment to realise that Harry and Ron were pulling her back. Malfoy lay on the ground, stumbling to get up.
"I was wrong about you, Johnson! You're crazy! Just like them!" He said, pointing to the three Gryffindors. Malfoy stumbled away, adjusting his robes.
"Why didn't you let me hit him?" Screamed Brooke. Brooke stormed away- hands still clenched, face still red, and hair that was flowing wildly behind her.
"What was that about?" Asked Ron, perplexed.
"You don't see me getting all angry when people tell me I'm like my dad." Harry said, still staring in the direction where Brooke stormed off.
"Well, obviously Brooke doesn't like her father very much."Stated Hermione.
"I thought she said her parents died in a car crash!" Said Ron, confused.
"She must have been talking about her foster-dad."Hermione said.
"I didn't know she knew Draco." Harry said, looking into the distance.
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