Sorry if last chapter sucked anus but I was really pissed off when I wrote it and if you couldn't tell there was a lot of sarcasm and dry humor in that. Plus Cory wasn't online to proof-read it. He's super. No matter how many little fights we get into. hug sorry Cory for yelling at you. Now on with chapter 12.
(Flashback from last chapter)
Fred and George came up to her with their arms crossed. "What's this I hear about you and Malfoy?"
Hazel just stood there looking at the mob of angry men. It was as if her insides froze over. She couldn't move.
"Well?" George came right up to her and looked down into her eyes as his own were filled with anger and confusion.
Hazel opened her mouth but no words came out. She just fell to her knees and stared at the floor.
"Pathetic..." the two boys walked passed her shaking their heads. Then they went out of the portrait and signaled the rest of the team to follow. "Let's get some lunch."
They all followed the twins and brushed her side roughly as they past her.
Everything was going by so fast. It seemed as if only yesterday she opened the door to her bed chambers so see a rose floating before her. "Why couldn't I have just resisted Draco? He ruined my life!" thought Hazel to herself sobbing into her hands.
All of a sudden she heard the door open again and felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Quickly turning her head Hazel saw Hermione's gentle face greeting her with a smile.
"Care to talk about it?" Hermione asked.
"Not really." Hazel said honestly. She hated talking about her problems to other people. The only people she could really talk to were her parents and best friend Cory... and they were gone.
"Why do you always shut people out? I'm just trying to help you," said Hermione loosing her patience and raising her voice.
"You don't know what I've been through! You live a perfect life!" spat Hazel back getting off the ground to face Hermione. "So don't even say you can come close to being able to help me."
"Maybe if you TOLD me I could help! And I do not lead a perfect life. You're the one with every single guy bending over backwards for you because you're gorgeous! I can't even get Ron to look at me the way anybody looks at you, and we're dating!" She yelled starting to cry. "Stop being so sorry for yourself!"
"Fine you want to hear MY life story? Ok I was born and raised in northern England and I lived a pretty happy life with my Mom and my Dad. When I was 11 I started school at the Nebulous School of witchcraft and wizardry, where my parents were both professors. On my first day of school I met my best friend Cory Spencer. Unfortunately last summer You-Know-Who took over my school and killed him right in front of my eyes so that he died at my side. Then my Parents were tortured and killed by Deatheaters during this little escapade at my school." At this point tears were falling like raindrops down her cheeks splattering on her robes.
Hermione just stood there avoiding Hazels glance.
"Then I came here and made a few friends and a few enemies. One of those enemies is Draco Malfoy and he continues to make my life a living hell by sexually harassing me at any moment possible and as a result I fall in love with him! And now Harry, who was the best guy I ever met, and I broke up because of Draco. And now Draco wants to kill me and so does the whole house of Slytherin because Pansy Parkinson told everyone that I slept with Draco last night which isn't true!!! And Harry now has the Gryffindor Quidditch team convinced I'm a whore too! Isn't my life great?" Finally her speech was over and her cheeks here stained with tears.
"I'm sorry, I never knew about your parents..."said Hermione sympathetically wiping tears on her own face.
"Yea well now you do. And does it make a difference? Are you going to treat me like some lost baby because I'm an orphan now? That's why I don't tell people things! You wonder why I shut people out. It's because I have a reason to! Oh is your life a sad sad story?" Asked Hazel sarcastically. "And the reason people don't give you a second glance is because you THINK you're ugly. If you'd have the self-esteem you would present yourself better and maybe Ron would finally see you in a whole new light. So why don't YOU stop being so sorry for yourself and do something about it because you have the gift of being able to change what's making you unhappy."
"Hazel..." Hermione felt so bad for yelling at Hazel before. She had no idea her life was so... dramatic.
"No don't even feel sorry for me. Just go now... I kind of want to be alone for a while." And with that Hazel walked upstairs to her bed chambers and opened the door. Immediately she collapsed on her bed and let out a sigh. Just when she closed her eyes she heard a loud crash of breaking glass and a shard sliced her arm leaving a streak of blood and a stinging sensation. "Ow!" Hazel sat up immediately and touched her arm where blood was now dripping freely from the large gash. But then another thing came to her attention.
A piece of parchment attatched to a brick was now lying on her floor with pieces of broken glass all around it. Light was spilling onto the scene from the broken window. Hazel slowly got up and removed the parchment from the brick.
Opening the mysterious note she read....
Don't kill me! It's just natural for me to write cliffhangers. And I dedicate this chapter to all you wonderful people who reviewed. Thank you. And do it again. The end of this story is coming up soon... teartear but I shan't reveal anything! Now review!
(Flashback from last chapter)
Fred and George came up to her with their arms crossed. "What's this I hear about you and Malfoy?"
Hazel just stood there looking at the mob of angry men. It was as if her insides froze over. She couldn't move.
"Well?" George came right up to her and looked down into her eyes as his own were filled with anger and confusion.
Hazel opened her mouth but no words came out. She just fell to her knees and stared at the floor.
"Pathetic..." the two boys walked passed her shaking their heads. Then they went out of the portrait and signaled the rest of the team to follow. "Let's get some lunch."
They all followed the twins and brushed her side roughly as they past her.
Everything was going by so fast. It seemed as if only yesterday she opened the door to her bed chambers so see a rose floating before her. "Why couldn't I have just resisted Draco? He ruined my life!" thought Hazel to herself sobbing into her hands.
All of a sudden she heard the door open again and felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Quickly turning her head Hazel saw Hermione's gentle face greeting her with a smile.
"Care to talk about it?" Hermione asked.
"Not really." Hazel said honestly. She hated talking about her problems to other people. The only people she could really talk to were her parents and best friend Cory... and they were gone.
"Why do you always shut people out? I'm just trying to help you," said Hermione loosing her patience and raising her voice.
"You don't know what I've been through! You live a perfect life!" spat Hazel back getting off the ground to face Hermione. "So don't even say you can come close to being able to help me."
"Maybe if you TOLD me I could help! And I do not lead a perfect life. You're the one with every single guy bending over backwards for you because you're gorgeous! I can't even get Ron to look at me the way anybody looks at you, and we're dating!" She yelled starting to cry. "Stop being so sorry for yourself!"
"Fine you want to hear MY life story? Ok I was born and raised in northern England and I lived a pretty happy life with my Mom and my Dad. When I was 11 I started school at the Nebulous School of witchcraft and wizardry, where my parents were both professors. On my first day of school I met my best friend Cory Spencer. Unfortunately last summer You-Know-Who took over my school and killed him right in front of my eyes so that he died at my side. Then my Parents were tortured and killed by Deatheaters during this little escapade at my school." At this point tears were falling like raindrops down her cheeks splattering on her robes.
Hermione just stood there avoiding Hazels glance.
"Then I came here and made a few friends and a few enemies. One of those enemies is Draco Malfoy and he continues to make my life a living hell by sexually harassing me at any moment possible and as a result I fall in love with him! And now Harry, who was the best guy I ever met, and I broke up because of Draco. And now Draco wants to kill me and so does the whole house of Slytherin because Pansy Parkinson told everyone that I slept with Draco last night which isn't true!!! And Harry now has the Gryffindor Quidditch team convinced I'm a whore too! Isn't my life great?" Finally her speech was over and her cheeks here stained with tears.
"I'm sorry, I never knew about your parents..."said Hermione sympathetically wiping tears on her own face.
"Yea well now you do. And does it make a difference? Are you going to treat me like some lost baby because I'm an orphan now? That's why I don't tell people things! You wonder why I shut people out. It's because I have a reason to! Oh is your life a sad sad story?" Asked Hazel sarcastically. "And the reason people don't give you a second glance is because you THINK you're ugly. If you'd have the self-esteem you would present yourself better and maybe Ron would finally see you in a whole new light. So why don't YOU stop being so sorry for yourself and do something about it because you have the gift of being able to change what's making you unhappy."
"Hazel..." Hermione felt so bad for yelling at Hazel before. She had no idea her life was so... dramatic.
"No don't even feel sorry for me. Just go now... I kind of want to be alone for a while." And with that Hazel walked upstairs to her bed chambers and opened the door. Immediately she collapsed on her bed and let out a sigh. Just when she closed her eyes she heard a loud crash of breaking glass and a shard sliced her arm leaving a streak of blood and a stinging sensation. "Ow!" Hazel sat up immediately and touched her arm where blood was now dripping freely from the large gash. But then another thing came to her attention.
A piece of parchment attatched to a brick was now lying on her floor with pieces of broken glass all around it. Light was spilling onto the scene from the broken window. Hazel slowly got up and removed the parchment from the brick.
Opening the mysterious note she read....
Don't kill me! It's just natural for me to write cliffhangers. And I dedicate this chapter to all you wonderful people who reviewed. Thank you. And do it again. The end of this story is coming up soon... teartear but I shan't reveal anything! Now review!