Chapter Eight

Today was no different than any other boring day.

Danielle had made new first year friends, and waved at Rita. "Hi Rita! That's my older sister over there!"

Rita shoved her face into her hands as some fourth years sniggered.

Danielle skipped across to Rita with her little friends.

"Yuck! Leave me alone! Go play somewhere else!" shouted Rita.

Danielle looked offended, but her new Slytherin house friends carried her away.

"I can't believe Danielle's in Slytherin! I still remember that day, the sorting hat must have been mad!" said Teri, as a peck of disgust struck her face.

The group was in the fifth year of Hogwarts, and it was a week after the New Year.

"It feels good to be a fifth year…" murmured Ron, bending backwards on his chair and stretching his back.

"Hey, we can go for some butterbeer this weekend. Does everyone have enough sickles?" suggested Rita.

Everyone agreed and did have enough for butterbeer and that cheered them up a bit on this dull day.

Hermione was busy writing essays and pulling out more parchment from her neat and tidy bag, unlike Harry, Rita, Teri, or Ron's.

"You getting homework done already? It's only noon!" said Teri.

"Well, at least I won't have mountains of homework to do after all the lessons." Snapped Hermione.

"I wonder where my sister is now, she's probably working away writing something useless. She thinks she's so special just because she was the smartest in seventh year. Obviously she was in Ravenclaw." Said Teri, rolling her eyes.

"Hermione should have been in Ravenclaw too. Right Hermione?" said Ron, sarcastically.

"Well I wasn't, now stop bothering me! I'm trying to get my work done!" said Hermione, her voice rising of fury.

Rita rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

The skies were gray, and nothing looked exciting. The snow was still on the ground, which wasn't too delightful anymore.

Draco was still eyeing Rita every time she was in his sight.

She felt a little eerie every time he'd done that, so Rita tried as best as she can to avoid Draco's eyes.

Rita had not daydreamed of Draco anymore, and sometimes she hadn't noticed Draco was near her.

Teri took this normally, "Good, you like Malfoy anymore, I can tell. Who else do you like now?" she whispered.

"No one." Rita answered coldly. But she had a slight feeling in her stomach; she couldn't quite say what kind of feeling, whenever she saw another boy.

Off we go to chapter nine…