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Why I Hate My Life
Chapter one
Why does this asinine shit happen to me all the time? Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle won't mind if the whole school knows their fathers are Death Eaters. The whole lot of the practically wear "Have You Hugged Your Dark Lord Today?" printed all over their clothing, but I don't. All this time of trying to stay unnoticed, being in the back ground, all of it ruined by the stuff most people use to line their owl cages with. Not this time though, oh no! People are showing some interest in this issue of the Quibbler. It's already all over the school like ape stink on Crabbe. On a hot and particularly humid June day ape stink. So here I am sitting in the library with the so dishonorable Messieurs Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy. We are discussing our present situations thanks to the latest bit of gossip in the wizarding world.
"Do you think everyone has read it?" asked Crabbe dully
"Everyone that can read you mean don't you, Vincent? Oh course everyone in the school would have read it by now. That thick bitch Professor Toady banded the fucking thing to try to discourage the student body from giving the Quibbler article any attention. Who would have guessed her brilliant plan could fail? Sometime I think she's thicker than you two.", Malfoy said pointing to his cronies.
"Careful Draco, insulting your new master. She might hear you and give you a spanking." I said making Crabbe and Goyle chuckle
"She is NOT my master. Umbridge is my way of getting some real power in this place and as soon as I get the upper hand she'll be taking orders from me." Malfoy spoke these last words with a broad grin.
"If she hears you talking like that she'll do more than spank you. Umbridge will expel your arse or worse." I stated
That's when I noticed Potter. Well, first I heard my name being spoken. Then after seeing Granger and Potter sitting together at a nearby I noticed Potter looking directly at us. The git looked so bloody smug he couldn't be called a wizard, he was a smirk with legs. So Granger knows me that is interesting. Being invisible and unnoticed was something Theodore Nott strived for. She practically knows everything so it's probably isn't important. While the rest of them taunted Potter studying Granger's reaction was more important to me. Looking at the Gryffindor know-it-all was a mistake. She gave me the look that always ruins my day. Being disliked I can handle, but being pitted always makes me nauseous. I had to get out of here and now. The rest of my housemates at the table never even noticed that I left, but I could still feel Granger's eyes bearing into my back. Why does she have to have such soft and nice golden brown eyes?
TBC