Today is day 12,I'm 2 days away from returning to the Muggle World,leaving
Hogwarts behind probably forever,and leaving unsettled matters deep in the
castle.
Sadness does worm its way into my heart,an aching kind of sadness,maybe its because I'm leaving Malfoy.Hah.He wishes.
But I can't deny that I'm lying to everyone else.My mind's a whirl,and I have no idea what to do about it.Girls see fireworks when they kiss someone they love.When I kissed Greg,I saw nothing.
Yet I keep telling myself that he is wonderful and that I really love him.But do I?Or is it guilt?Having spent 2 days as Gregory's new girlfriend,I think its too early to settle that question...
As it is day 12,activities are once again on the schedule.Alot of activities.But seemingly,they seem to be for Hogwarts Alumni only.The guests and children are brought to an entirely different place for entirely different games and activities.That was what happened during the past 2 days.
The last 2 days were quite pleasant,revisiting the whomping willow,attending 'classes' etc.Nothing out of the oridinary.But today,when I peered through my schedule,I freaked out.
Quidditch was in big bold letters.Before that,in smaller print;"All to attend 4 hours of remedial flying lessons."
Flying.My worst nightmare.I could never fly.And I never will.The last time I sat on a broom was when I was 11.
Sighing with fustration,I turned away from my breakfast,turning to a grinning Harry,who spotted what made me curse in fustration.
"Flying?Awesome!" he exclaimed,smiling his mega-watt smile.Greg and Elan laughed at Harry's child-like grin.I shrugged and still was rather pissed off.It was old news that I couldn't fly.Almost all the graduating students in my year knew that I had the head for books but not the skill to fly.
Greg and Elan were having a tour of the classes and intro to the classes we once had.I would LOVE to do that.Flying is not really my priority.But I had to do it.
So after a rather awkard breakfast,with Greg and Elan gone early,leaving me with the chatting Potters and a Malfoy who keep looking at me;I left the Great Hall,shawl around my neck,and a hell lot of determination to fly.
Harry and Ginny were initially following me,but they lagged behind to accompany their daughters,so once again,I found myself alone and quite bored,walking towards the Qudditch Pitch.But heavens won't allow a moment of peace for me will they?Seconds later,I was joined by a blur of platinum blonde hair.Malfoy.
He paced with me and launched into a tirade about me choosing Greg.Honestly,I didn't have the answers he wanted.I kept my cold glance and ignored the stinging sensation in my heart,or the chills that ran down my back.
"Hermione..." he called,he paced with me and I started walking faster,but he still caught up.I faced him,eyes cold and glinting with sadness."What?" I said irritatbly,trying to brush him off.
Malfoy pulled my arm gently,unwillingly,I let him pull me aside.
"You know you're just hiding from me,using Smith as that shield Hermione." he said softly,his voice was sweet and tender.He had seen through me.
Stubborn as I am,I turned away from him. "You are speaking nonsense Malfoy.You are probably too tired worrying day and night about Parkinson to bother about my so called 'problem' Malfoy.And it needs NONE of your attention." I said frostily.
Malfoy smirked."Jealous are we Hermione?" he laughed,smirking that Malfoy smirk again.This time I was seriously pissed.Who the hell does he think he is?God's gift to women?
Glaring at him,I replied."Not at all Malfoy.Jealous of what?Your shameful manner?" He was shocked,and quickly apologised.I shook my head nonchalently.
"No offence taken.Like I said,looking after Parkinson and your child must be tiring,probably one twentieth the difficulty of raising a child on your own." I said,before turning away and walking off,leaving a Malfoy who was yelling my name,alone.
Infuriated,I strode to the qudditch pitch,noticing that Parkinson had been 'excused' due to her pregnancy,seeing Harry,Ginny and Neville.Three of them where mingiling,with Lucy chatting with Lavender Brown.
They smiled as I reached them,but before I could speak,Madame Hooch with her hawk-like eyes,swooped down on us,on her Comet Sixty.
"Welcome to the Quidditch Lesson!I am Madame Hooch and I will be your instrutor for today!" Madame Hooch boomed,her voice echoing around the pitch.
We nodded and whispers of exictment swarmed through the group.I sighed in fustration.Flying.
Malfoy came moments later,breathless,giving some crap that Parkinson had a fake alert.
Alert.When I had my false alert,I walked to the hospital.
Laughing slightly at his rather lame excuse,I was shaken from my laughter by Madame Hooch's words.
"You are all going to train under a former Quidditch player.I believe we have 50 people here,20 Hogwarts Quidditch players and 5 England Flyers,so rest assured you are in good hands." Madame Hooch said,smiling slightly,before continuing,"You will be picked randomely.Starting with Mrs.Lucy Neville,to train with Harry Potter."she commanded,Lucy scooted to Harry,who laughingly kissed his wife goodbye and helped Lucy.
That went on and on until...."Malfoy and Granger!" Madame Hooch called out.Shit.Malfoy.
I glanced at him,he smiled,apology smile....This was going to be a LONG session.
Sadness does worm its way into my heart,an aching kind of sadness,maybe its because I'm leaving Malfoy.Hah.He wishes.
But I can't deny that I'm lying to everyone else.My mind's a whirl,and I have no idea what to do about it.Girls see fireworks when they kiss someone they love.When I kissed Greg,I saw nothing.
Yet I keep telling myself that he is wonderful and that I really love him.But do I?Or is it guilt?Having spent 2 days as Gregory's new girlfriend,I think its too early to settle that question...
As it is day 12,activities are once again on the schedule.Alot of activities.But seemingly,they seem to be for Hogwarts Alumni only.The guests and children are brought to an entirely different place for entirely different games and activities.That was what happened during the past 2 days.
The last 2 days were quite pleasant,revisiting the whomping willow,attending 'classes' etc.Nothing out of the oridinary.But today,when I peered through my schedule,I freaked out.
Quidditch was in big bold letters.Before that,in smaller print;"All to attend 4 hours of remedial flying lessons."
Flying.My worst nightmare.I could never fly.And I never will.The last time I sat on a broom was when I was 11.
Sighing with fustration,I turned away from my breakfast,turning to a grinning Harry,who spotted what made me curse in fustration.
"Flying?Awesome!" he exclaimed,smiling his mega-watt smile.Greg and Elan laughed at Harry's child-like grin.I shrugged and still was rather pissed off.It was old news that I couldn't fly.Almost all the graduating students in my year knew that I had the head for books but not the skill to fly.
Greg and Elan were having a tour of the classes and intro to the classes we once had.I would LOVE to do that.Flying is not really my priority.But I had to do it.
So after a rather awkard breakfast,with Greg and Elan gone early,leaving me with the chatting Potters and a Malfoy who keep looking at me;I left the Great Hall,shawl around my neck,and a hell lot of determination to fly.
Harry and Ginny were initially following me,but they lagged behind to accompany their daughters,so once again,I found myself alone and quite bored,walking towards the Qudditch Pitch.But heavens won't allow a moment of peace for me will they?Seconds later,I was joined by a blur of platinum blonde hair.Malfoy.
He paced with me and launched into a tirade about me choosing Greg.Honestly,I didn't have the answers he wanted.I kept my cold glance and ignored the stinging sensation in my heart,or the chills that ran down my back.
"Hermione..." he called,he paced with me and I started walking faster,but he still caught up.I faced him,eyes cold and glinting with sadness."What?" I said irritatbly,trying to brush him off.
Malfoy pulled my arm gently,unwillingly,I let him pull me aside.
"You know you're just hiding from me,using Smith as that shield Hermione." he said softly,his voice was sweet and tender.He had seen through me.
Stubborn as I am,I turned away from him. "You are speaking nonsense Malfoy.You are probably too tired worrying day and night about Parkinson to bother about my so called 'problem' Malfoy.And it needs NONE of your attention." I said frostily.
Malfoy smirked."Jealous are we Hermione?" he laughed,smirking that Malfoy smirk again.This time I was seriously pissed.Who the hell does he think he is?God's gift to women?
Glaring at him,I replied."Not at all Malfoy.Jealous of what?Your shameful manner?" He was shocked,and quickly apologised.I shook my head nonchalently.
"No offence taken.Like I said,looking after Parkinson and your child must be tiring,probably one twentieth the difficulty of raising a child on your own." I said,before turning away and walking off,leaving a Malfoy who was yelling my name,alone.
Infuriated,I strode to the qudditch pitch,noticing that Parkinson had been 'excused' due to her pregnancy,seeing Harry,Ginny and Neville.Three of them where mingiling,with Lucy chatting with Lavender Brown.
They smiled as I reached them,but before I could speak,Madame Hooch with her hawk-like eyes,swooped down on us,on her Comet Sixty.
"Welcome to the Quidditch Lesson!I am Madame Hooch and I will be your instrutor for today!" Madame Hooch boomed,her voice echoing around the pitch.
We nodded and whispers of exictment swarmed through the group.I sighed in fustration.Flying.
Malfoy came moments later,breathless,giving some crap that Parkinson had a fake alert.
Alert.When I had my false alert,I walked to the hospital.
Laughing slightly at his rather lame excuse,I was shaken from my laughter by Madame Hooch's words.
"You are all going to train under a former Quidditch player.I believe we have 50 people here,20 Hogwarts Quidditch players and 5 England Flyers,so rest assured you are in good hands." Madame Hooch said,smiling slightly,before continuing,"You will be picked randomely.Starting with Mrs.Lucy Neville,to train with Harry Potter."she commanded,Lucy scooted to Harry,who laughingly kissed his wife goodbye and helped Lucy.
That went on and on until...."Malfoy and Granger!" Madame Hooch called out.Shit.Malfoy.
I glanced at him,he smiled,apology smile....This was going to be a LONG session.