So long gone but such a good chapter to come! I hope you like this chapter as much as I do! It does explain a bit of what is going to happen maybe in the future. But the next chapter that I am working on will hopefully be longer and explain even more! I own Rory not Harry! ONWARDS
Chapter 27-Let's Go and Fight
I woke up to the sound of a very high pitched sound in my ear.
"GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"
"What!" I opened my eyes as I saw a pitcher of water float over my face.
"NO! I'm up, I'm up!" The pitcher got set back down and then I saw Hermione glowering over me.
"You know how long it took me to wake you up. I almost thought you were dead. We have to leave for classes in" She looked at her watch. "In 10 min.! LET'S GO!"
I jumped out of bed as Hermione walked downstairs. I got my school outfit out and on having trouble with my tie, and raced downstairs to find Hermione calmly talking to Harry and Ron.
"Well, come on we only have, what, 5 minutes to get to class. Let's get moving!"
They all looked at me. Hermione slowly got a painful look on her face.
"Actually we have 50 min. I just wanted to get you up so we could there on time because from past experience I know you sleep in late. Don't be mad. I…. WAIT!"
I had turned around to go back upstairs and go back to bed.
After Hermione promised she would never wake me up that early again, I gladly walked down with Harry's hand in mine, to get breakfast. We were right at the front door of the Great Hall when I decided to giver her a bad time.
"I sure am hungry. Especially after being woken up almost an HOUR, before I had to actually get up!" As Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.
"I'm going to talk to Wood for a moment. Be right back." Harry kissed me on the cheek and left with Ron alongside.
"I said I was sorry. I didn't mean- Excuse me!" Hermione yelled as a blonde kid pushed her out of the way and started smiling and held out his hand.
"Shut it mudblood." He said as he looked over his shoulder at Hermione with disgust. "Hi. I'm Draco Malfoy." He turned back and smiled. "I'd really love it if
I could get to know you a little better. How about going to Hogsmeade with me on Monday?"
And he put on this really greasy smile, that I knew all to well. A guy friend I had did that all the time just to annoy me. My school. My friends. Gone.
I just stared at him. I had the biggest urge ever just to slap him but I held my emotions back.
"I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend. You can wipe that greasy smile off your face because it only reminds of how guys like you only want girls like me to use and throw away. So please move so I can eat breakfast. Thank you."
His smile faded fast as he looked at me with pity and anger.
"Please don't pity me either. Even though I have to, with my friends, family and life, start from scratch because Voldemort has something against me, I really don't want your pity because for your information I can get a long fine without your face in my way every time I turn around. So now if you really don't mind, MOVE!"
By the end of my tirade, all the color from his face had drained and he stuttered out words that I knew all too clearly.
"You're that transfer student. You're... you're Sirius Blacks daughter. The murderers daugh-"And that's all he got out. I looked him straight in the eye and punched him square in the face. Hermione gasped as I turned on my heel and ran out of the hall. After a while I just started looking for a room that I could vent my anger in.
At first I thought I knew where I was going until I went by a tapestry like 3 times. I finally got tried and just paced out in the hallway with my eyes shut remembering exactly what that jerk had said to me. I heard something faintly click and open. I thought it was a teacher and turned around quickly. No teacher. I looked around as my eyes passed an open door. I figured it was okay to look.
I looked carefully around and it was empty. I stepped in and the door clicked behind me. I saw that the room had a punching bag, a very large C.D. player and a huge bookshelf. I went immediately to the C.D player and cautiously hit the play button. It stated playing one of my favorite songs. (If you want to see the song name it's at the end) I saw boxing gloves and picked them up, still wondering what in the world was going on. I decided that maybe this room was just for me. There is such a thing called magic.
I started punching the bag softly getting a feel for what I was doing. Then I thought about the blond kid and my soft punches immediately turned to rubble. My anger toward anything and everything that had made me mad in my life was going out to this bag. I was rocking back and forth as the bag connected with my aching knuckles. I finally stopped as I panted out the words that I would say every time I saw him.
"I hate you."
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