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Chapter 4: Late Night Arguments
After their talk with Lupin, the girls had gone straight to dinner. They were now back in the Gryffindor Common Room.
The two girls sat in a little corner of the room, talking about Lupin's plan.
In another NOT SO LITTLE corner of the room, the popular kids of Hogwarts were loudly playing truth or dare.
"YO! Luce... come over here and play."
Lucy sighed. It's not like they hadn't tried before. She had all the requirements it took to be Hogwart's most popular girl. But if she did so, she would be ditching Hermione, the school bookworm, and a definite no-no with the "in" crowd.
"Gin.. I told you once, and I'll tell you again. I'm not ditching Hermione, so just leave me alone."
Ginny pouted. She was used to getting her way. Draco, her popular boyfriend, made sure of that. He showered her with gifts, and she rewarded him with kisses.
"PLLLLEEASSSEE....."
"Yeah.... PPLLLLEEASSSEE..." Imitating Ginny, Harry pleaded too.
Ginny slapped Harry.
"Hey, not my fault Lucy would rather hang out with bucktoothed bookworms than hotties like us."
Harry raised his arms to protect himself from Ginny's slaps, while cockily saying this.
Immediately, Lucy stood up and glared at him.
"Prick! Don't you dare call her a bucktoothed bookworm. What are you? You're just a phony Quidditch-jock who thinks he's so cool because he's slept with every girl in Hogwarts. You think you're so GREAT. Well, guess what... when Hermione's having a perfect life when she grows up, you can be a stripper...since your resume in that subject's already very accomplished!"
Lucy was livid. After saying this, she ran up to the girl's dormitories, leaving a stunned Harry behind.
There was silence, before Hermione stood up too.
She walked towards the stairs to the girl's dorms, before turning around.
"Harry, you bastard, now she'll be mad all night."
Then whirling around, Hermione ran up the stairs two steps at a time.
The other kids stayed in the common room for a while longer after that, but no one was in a good mood, and there was no more merrymaking.
When everyone had gone to bed, Harry remained in the dark, empty room. He gazed into the fire, and curled his knees up, clutching them with his muscular arms.
He rocked himself back and forth and allowed a single tear to fall.
"I'm sorry."
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