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CHAPTER NINETEEN-THE FATE OF DESTINY"What are you doing, Draco?" asked Crabbe, who was watching the blonde Slytherin do his Transfiguration homework.
Must I constantly have to deal with these idiots?
"Transfig homework. Maybe if you two-" he pointed his thumb at Crabbe and Goyle, "would pay any shred of attention, you would be able to do this useless homework."
"Oh," said Goyle stupidly. "Could we use your answers?"
"No you idiots! I'm practicing! You have to do the fucking spells!" he groaned.
"Having some difficulties?" asked Zabini from the couch.
"They're great muscle, these two, but really lacking in the brains department," said Malfoy obviously. It didn't matter if they were right next to him, because they were too stupid to fully get what he was saying.
"Naw, that one wasn't obvious," responded Zabini, dripping with sarcasm. He laughed. "So…how's it going with Granger?"
Malfoy cuffed his best friend playfully. "You mean the mudblood?"
"Yeah, that one! So how are you and bushy-brains going? You-" he made a crude gesture with his hands, "yet?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
Oh, god. Has everyone gone crazy?
No. You're just in horrible denial. Give it up. You like her.
Not you again.
Didn't you miss me? Now I'm offended.
Good. Maybe then you'll go away.
SARCASM. Maybe you'll learn it's finer aspects one day.
And to think that I was safe from you and you're stupidity.
You're never safe. Don't say I never warned you.
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I sat in the library that evening, after dinner. It seemed so long ago that I sat here, and heard the fake conversation that changed my life. It seemed like almost destiny that I should be here, at this moment. I don't know how, but fate works in strange ways. When I find out that my life may be in danger, I wind up going to where it all started. Ironic, isn't it?
And then I started to cry. Luckily I was hidden from plain sight, or I would have been in some serious trouble.
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"I wonder where Hermione has gotten to," said Harry, concerned for his threatened best friend.
"Who cares!" exclaimed his girlfriend Ginny.
"You can't honestly say that you're not worried for her! She's still Hermione! It's not as if she's dead!"
"Oh, but there is where you're wrong. She's dead to me, and she should be dead to you. I'm starting to worry about you. It isn't right that you should sympathize with a Death Eater," she said, emphasizing the words "Death Eater."
"What if she's not a Death Eater?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about? Have you seen her wrist! I don't know about you, but that mark isn't one someone innocent typically gets. Personally, I think that we should report her to the Order."
"Tried that. Didn't work," said Ron from the couch. You could tell that he was uncomfortable in this situation and conversation.
"Oh, well hopefully she gets what she deserves. Her and her stupid little fucking boyfriend, Malfoy. Maybe Voldemort will-"
"Shut up! Just shut it, Ginny!" yelled Harry.
"What's gotten into you, Harry?"
"How could you wish anything like that on anyone? It's horrible! You're horrible! That's so disgusting! I barely wish death on Lucius Malfoy, the scumbag! And you want someone that was one of your best friends to die with excruciating pain!"
"That's just the reason. She was one of my best friends. That's even worse. She did the ultimate sin; betrayal."
"You don't know anything, so don't speak," said Harry angrily.
This is the worst I ever got with Ginny, but she's being a bitch. She deserves this, right? Then why does everything seem so wrong?
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"Seat for two?" asked Malfoy in the nicest way I've ever seen him.
"Ummmm…sure. Forgive me for being…erm…distrustful, but what are you doing here? And why are you being so nice?" I asked, wary of his actions.
"To tell you the truth, I really don't know. But I have the feeling that somehow or another, we're going to end up in the caves again."
"So?"
"So maybe it might be nice to…erm…"
"You felt a bit scared about what's going to happen?" I injected, smiling at the sudden blush that spread across his face. It was something that looked good on him, unlike Ron, who looked like a bloody radish every time he got embarrassed. I could tell that Malfoy was at a complete loss for words, which seemed impossible.
"At a loss for words, Malfoy? I take it then that I'm right," I said, smirking a bit, which is a bit out of character for me, but Malfoy has just been rubbing off on me.
"Is that a smirk I see, Granger? I've been rubbing off on you now, haven't I?" asked Malfoy rhetorically, smirking.
What is it about his smirk that is so sexy? It looks good on him, though it may seem arrogant at times. I gave him a smile before realizing…
Was I flirting with him? No! That isn't supposed to happen! I'm supposed to have a happily-ever-after with Ron, and grow up, and have lots of little redheaded children with big hair and a love for both Quidditch and Learning. Okay, so that sounds a bit weird, and creepy, but that's how it's supposed to be! Damn it!
So I did the only thing that I could think of at the time. I ran for it, straight to the dorm and onto my bed. I wanted to sleep those thoughts away. Or at least let them become drowned out by Lavender's horrible snoring. If that couldn't shut something up, then nothing could. Except for maybe Ron's.
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What is it about Granger that just makes me want to kiss her, or talk to her or Romance her? Is it some spell? She's smart…she could whip up a love potion no problem.
It's love.
No it's not! I don't even like her.
And that's why you came to the library just to talk to her. Why you sat down with her and, alert the presses, flirted.
Stop being stupid.
Something is happening. Don't deny it. Don't ignore it.
Why don't you stop being a moron?
It's in the job.
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I woke up early the next day, so that I could just drown my life away in a relaxing bath. I wanted to scrub away my sins, and what better place than in the Prefect's bathroom? I filled up the tub with water and lavender-scented bubbles, and sank my whole body into the water. Being such a large pool-like thing, I tried to swim. I swam for about ten seconds until I had to come up for air. My bare arms came first from the water, followed by my head. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the accursed mark, with its demonic skull-and-snake.
"Ay me," I said, still staring at my arm. "The bane of existence still upon the arm." I guess you could say that I was just a bit Romeo-and-Juliet. This is the part where the dashing Romeo would intervene, but I never said that I needed one.
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SingForTheMoment: Yeah I know! I fixed it up and added new stuff! And yeah, I know my spelling sucks! Hopefully it's improved though.