If I told you I love you, would you say it back?

Chapter two

I opened the door to the Burrow, a strong smell of lasagna flowing out to meet me. My stomach grumbled at the mere scent of it and I felt my mouth begin to water. Teddy ran in in front of me, shouting on 'Gamma Weasley', a grin plastered all over his little face. Harry looked at him with a small smile, a smile filled with love and guilt. Ginny cradled her bump, clearly looking forward to becoming a mother herself.

"Hermione, how did the interview go?" Bill asked, coming out of the living room with a one year old girl with alarmingly long blonde hair.

"I got the job. Charms," I said, trying to smile.

"Congrats, Professor," he winked at me and carried on to the kitchen.

I kept my head down as I followed him in. All the other Weasleys and their better halves were sitting around the table with their children, talking and laughing, catching up with each other. Even though they all made me feel part of the family, I felt pretty out of place as I looked around at them all.

"'Mione!" George shouted over.

"Hello George," I sighed, taking a seat next to Teddy.

"So tell us sweetheart," Arthur said, everyone falling silent at the sound of his voice. "Did the interview go well?"

"It went splendidly, thank you. I start a week tomorrow teaching charms," I answered politely.

"Charms? Oh Merlin, please don't tell me old Flitwick's dropped dead," Charlie Weasley piped up, looking slightly horrified.

"He's went into retirement and is said to be moving to Australia," I laughed, seeing him breath a small sigh of relief.

"It's amazing that you got the job though, Hermione," Luna said, smiling at me and rocking her newborn boy in her arms gently.

"Thanks Luna. So tell me, how old is the baby now?" I asked politely.

"Six weeks exactly. It was steak pie for dinner here that week, I was gutted I missed it," she laughed.

"He's adorable," I cooed, looking at little Fred II who looked exactly like Fred I would at that age.

"I know," she replied smugly.

"Is that Ron coming up the drive?" Harry said, looking out of the large window.

My stomach dropped and my heart started to beat at what felt like one hundred miles per hour. I thought I was ready to see him and his Fiancee but apparently not.

"Yes that's him," Arthur said, looking towards his youngest son and his soon-to-be wife.

"Hi," his familiar voice rang.

A chorus of 'Hi Ron' How you doing?'s met his welcome.

His eyes fell on me and his jaw dropped.

"'Mione?"

"Ron," I smiled. Every negative feeling I had a minute ago was gone and had been taken over by a rush of love for one of my best friends.

I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you so much," he said into my hair.

"I've missed you too."

I unwrapped myself from him and stood back to take a proper look at the woman that could only be Katrina. She was small, very small actually, and had curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. Her green eyes were specifically piercing but she had a warm smile and a good aura around her.

I extended my hand and looked her dead in the eye.

"I'm Hermione Granger...and you are?"

The second the words were out of my mouth, Harry and Ron burst into peals of laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked, instantly self conscious.

"You don't remember?" Ron asked, giving me a disbelieving look.

"That was the exact words you used to introduce yourself to us that very first day on the train to Hogwarts," Harry said fondly.

I smiled as I remembered Ron's puzzled expression as he wiped dirt from his nose.

"I'm Katrina," she said in a broad German accent, shaking my hand heartily.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Katrina," I smiled warmly.

Katrina was a nice girl. She seemed very good natured and well suited for Ronald. I was glad he'd finally found someone that could truly make him happy.

"Sit down, sit down the both of you," Mrs Weasley exclaimed, motioning to two chairs in between Charlie and Fleur.

Once we were all seated once again, we finished off our meal, caught up on the latest news and just had a good laugh. I felt at home here again. I felt like I actually belonged here, with Mr and Mrs Weasley, all their children and their children's children, the spouses...everyone!

"Hermione, Ron was telling me that you once brewed Polyjuice Potion and turned into a kitty cat," Katrina said, looking in my direction with a slight look of dislike.

I blushed at the memory but nodded shyly.

"I must say, that is quite a mistake to make," she giggled.

"It's not as if she makes very many mistakes. Hell, if it wasn't for her, Voldemort would be ruling the world right now," Harry replied politely.

"Hmm," Katrina hummed, scooping more potatoes on to her and Ron's plates. "It wasn't just her that saved the wizarding world though, was it," she smirked, kissing Ron's freckled nose.

I looked at Ron. To my surprise, he pulled away from her slightly, looking rather disgruntled. Katrina continued.

"Oh and Hermione, did you really date Viktor Krum? The Bulgarian Seeker? I heard it quite broke Harry's heart."

"Actually they just went to the Yule Ball together. And she and Harry had absolutely no romantic feelings for each other. Trust me," Fleur commented, smiling sweetly at Katrina.

I was puzzled. Fleur was always pleasant with me but she never went out of her way to defend me. On the other hand, I sort of sensed tension between the two foreign women.

"Well my aunt Rita says otherwise," Katrina snapped.

"That's enough! Get out! I don't care whether you're my brother's fiancée or not, I want you out of here now!" Ginny screeched.

Everyone looked around at each other, shocked and stunned at the little argument.

"Ginny, calm down love, it won't be good for the baby," Harry said quietly, placing his hand on her back soothingly and guiding her back to her seat from which she had sprung up out of to yell at Katrina.

"Maybe we should go, I think it would be best," Ron said, kissing his mother on the cheek and stalking out of the door again.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I saw him and Katrina Apparate away. I knew I'd somehow mess this up.

"Don't cry aunt Mynee," Teddy said gently, reaching up to wipe the tears that had slowly edged their way down my cheeks.

"I'm fine sweetheart, don't you worry about it," I smiled fondly at him. "Excuse me please," I murmured as I left the room and went up to the room that I was staying in.

The rest of the week passed smoothly with no word from either Katrina or Ron. I stared helplessly around the Burrow as everyone got ready for work or ate breakfast or fought over the bathroom or, in George's case, danced around with a mop singing Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran, a Muggle song I never expected him to know.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked quietly, sitting down beside me and putting his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm not going to be able to do this, Harry," I said nervously.

"Of course you will! You're Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of her Age! You can do anything."

"Thank you for having faith in me, but I really can't."

I felt sick to my stomach. It was one thing having to go back for an interview, but it was totally different having to live there and teach there, where every little bit of the castle was a reminder of someone or something. Someone or something that we'd lost in the battle.

"I believe in you. I want you to go to that school, I want you to give it six months and if by the time six months are over, you can either hand in your resignation or continue teaching there. Although I'm pretty sure you'll want to stay," he said with a smile.

I nodded my head, not really listening. I felt sort of guilty but I was too worked up to listen to any pep talks.

"The coach is outside," Ginny bellowed.

This is it, Hermione. You're really going to Hogwarts. To teach. To face your fears. To make things better. Hopefully.

I got up from the sofa where I was sitting and lifted my trunk, wobbling slightly, causing Harry to make a grab for me and take the luggage from me.

"Thanks," I laughed shakily, running a hand through my unruly hair.

I didn't feel like me. Probably because I didn't look like me. My hair had been straightened -unsuccessfully- and was now just fluffy due to my natural curls. I was wearing a pink silk blouse, a white pleated miniskirt, and white wedged heels. This style wasn't me at all. Nor was this attitude. I didn't understand why I was letting Ginny push me around like this. I never usually. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was pregnant and being back in London was still pretty unsettling for me.

"Come on, 'Mione, wouldn't want to be late on your first day, now would we?" he grinned and lead me out to where the coach with the Thestrals was waiting.

I thought back to that first time in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class when I couldn't see the Thestrals. A part of me had been jealous of Harry, jealous that there was a part of the Wizarding world he knew that I didn't. I knew it sounded awful, I knew I shouldn't be jealous. The price he'd had to pay to be able to see them was horrific. I was obviously grateful I'd never seen anyone die. It was just the creatures I was interested in. Not anymore.

Harry put my trunk inside the coach then helped me into it. I sat back carefully and took out my Twilight book. I couldn't help laughing at the werewolf parts. Comparing Jacob and Remus Lupin was hilarious.

"Well Hermione, you have a great time sweetheart and owl us as soon as you get there, let us know you got there safely," Molly fussed, wiping a tear from here eye.

Everyone was outside waving me off. I looked back awkwardly at them all as they smiled and waved and said 'I love you's'.

"I will, Moll, as soon as possible," I promised solemnly.

"There's a good girl," Arthur smiled.

The Thestrals then gave a slight jolt and I realised we were leaving.

"Bye Hermione," a voice up the back of the small crowd sounded.

"Ron?" I yelped, my heart giving a small thud.

"You'll be great," he winked.

And with that, we were off, heading to Hogwarts. The beginning of another chapter.

I was awoken by a gentle tap on the window of the coach about an hour later.

"Good Godric, you scared me," I yelped as I saw the silhouette of a tall being.

I grabbed the bag that I'd packed for the journey that consisted of my Twilight book, a bottle of water, my ipod, earphones and six sandwiches that Mrs. Weasley had insisted on packing for me, regardless of my polite refusals.

"Sorry," an American accent called back to me.

A moment later, the door of the coach swung open and I saw my awakener. It was a tall, very good looking male, who had blonde hair with hints of light brown through it, chocolate brown eyes, perfect white teeth and a very long, muscular body. The man was pushing a very, very old, yet familiar, man who had just one tuft of hair left on his scabby head, yellow and bloodshot eyes, a woollen cardigan with a hideous pattern on it and a leer. In one hand, the old man held a bottle of alcohol and in the other, a small ball of fur that was moving every so often.

"Hello," I greeted them both.

"Hey," the American gave me a lopsided grin, "I'm Jason."

"Nice to meet you Jason, I'm Hermione Granger," I shook his hand heartily.

"Get me back up to the Castle, Jason, we're getting cold, aren't we my precious," the old man cooed to his furball.

"Yes Uncle A," Jason said through gritted teeth.

I patted the Thestrals one last time and followed Jason up the long Hogwarts drive. We walked in comfortable silence for a while, just taking in the scenery until he finally spoke.

"Sorry about Uncle A. He's getting on a bit and I guess it just makes him more grumpy."

"Don't worry about it," I smiled politely, eyeing the man again.

We fell back into silence for the remainder of the journey, only talking again when I thanked him for coming to greet me and dashed up to the headmasters office. I knocked three times and waited.

"Come in," McGonagall's crisp voice sounded.

I opened the door and walked tentatively in, smoothing down my skirt. "Good afternoon, Professor."

"Good afternoon, Professor Granger," McGonagall replied, handing me a large key. "You know where your sleeping chambers are, the password is Strawberry Fizzlesticks and everything you will need is in the living quarters."

I took the key, gave a grateful smile and thanked the old witch, making my way out of the office and towards the top floor where my home whilst at Hogwarts would be.

When I arrived, I took a look at the portrait to see who would be guarding it. And I was utterly horrified. Looking back at me, was no other, than Severus Snape.

I climbed out of the bath and put on a robe that had been placed on the radiator to heat by a helpful house-elf called Daisy. I looked around again at the bathroom, completely in awe. It had a marble floor that heated itself to the desired temperature of the owner, a bath bigger than the Prefects one, and a shower that was just like a waterfall. The walls would change scenery to whatever the inhabitant found appealing and there was calming music that played with a snap of your fingers.

I padded down the stairs to the living room and dug around in the drawers until I found some spare parchment and a quill with some ink and began to write to the Weasleys, as promised.

Dear Family,

I have arrived safely and happily at Hogwarts and I am delighted to inform you that I am perfectly happy for the time being. I hope that you will all come and visit me the next time there is a Hogsmead visit arranged and that you are all getting along just fine. If there is any news, don't hesitate to owl me as I'm sure you all will and if there is any change in Ginny's pregnancy, please tell me ASAP! I had a great journey and ate the sandwiches, thank you Molly, and I've had a lovely bath. The only downside is the portrait guarding my Chambers. I won't bother to tell you who it is, but just know that it's not exactly what I was hoping for.

Yours Faithfully, Hermione Granger.

I considered calling Daisy in to post the letter for me, but decided not to bother her as she was most likely busy with dinner for the students, so I trekked down to the Owlery. On the way down, I bumped into Jason again, who, by chance, was also going to the Owlery, so we walked together, making awkward small talk until we reached the barn. There were a few students in there, mailing letters to their parents and friends from home. Jason walked around the other end of the room and picked up a snowy white owl who looked the image of Hedwig and I picked up a tawny owl who looked pretty grumpy. I put the letter in the owls beak and carried it safely over to window. It gave me a sharp bite and flew off into the distance.

"Hello beautiful," a silky voice sounded from behind me.

"Excuse me?" I spun around.

"Wow. You are utterly breath-taking. And you seem like a giggle. Maybe you and I should enjoy this fine Sunday together," he winked, putting his hand on my waist and pulling me in.

"What is your name?" I snapped, pulling away from the arrogant young man.

"Samuel. Samuel Jenkins. And you are, beautiful?"

"I am your new Charms Professor, and you are now in detention for two weeks," I smiled politely.

The boy stumbled over his words, apologising profusely. I ignored him and walked out, wanting to go to the library to see what books they had to offer.

I spent the remainder of the night in there, browsing the shelves and curling up in an armchair in the back. I must've read about seven large paperbacks, all of which, Harry, Ron or I featured in. It was pathetic. And uncomfortable for me. I felt like I was this circus act that everyone just wanted to gawk at.

Around 06:00 I realised that I'd better shower and get ready for the day ahead, so I traipsed back to my room and took place in the waterfall shower. When I came out, I dressed in a black, three quarter length sleeved dress with a gold belt and black stilettos, brushed my hair until it was reasonably straight and set out for breakfast. By this time it was half past seven and I knew that I'd more than likely be the first person in the Great Hall. Sighing, I scrambled through the portrait, totally ignored Snape and set off for breakfast.

It turns out, I was not the first one there. Seated at the staff table was Jason and the old man who was in the wheelchair.

"Morning, Hermione," Jason called, giving a friendly wave and a grin.

"Morning, Jason," I smiled back.

I was beginning to like Jason. A lot. He seemed like a decent sort of man and he was absolutely gorgeous. However, I was still sceptical about his Uncle. I'm telling you, the old man looked so familiar, yet he looked worn away and angrier, full of utter hatred.

"Have a good sleep?" he enquired.

"I didn't sleep at all, actually," I admitted, staring down at my clasped hands which were perched on my lap.

"You must be exhausted," he shook his head at me and turned to his uncle. "Uncle A, are you ready for breakfast yet?"

"No," the old man growled back, looking me dead in the eye.

"Alright, alright," Jason surrendered, putting his hands up and taking another swig of pumpkin juice.

We sat at the staff table, making small talk and jokes, just getting along, as the table slowly filled up with more professors. An hour later, the whole place was packed, except for one space further along. I recognised a few faces and matched them up to the subjects they were teaching and came to the conclusion that it was the Potions master that was missing. I turned to McGonagall, ready to ask about who the missing teacher was, but before I could, she stood up and tapped the side of her goblet.

"Attention please," her Scottish voice rang out.

Everyone fell silent, just the way we would've if it had been Dumbledore ten years ago.

"Good morning everyone, I trust you all had a nice weekend? Good. I have a few announcements to make, if you would all be kind enough to listen. Although it is mid-October, we have a new Professor joining us. Could everyone please give a warm welcome to Professor Granger," she smiled, gesturing to me and giving me a look clearly telling me to get up.

I got to my feet and smoothed down my dress, looking around the large room at all of the Ravenclaw's, most of whom had textbooks laid out in front of them. My eyes then fell to the Hufflepuff's who were all laughing and chatting together as they clapped and smiled warmly. Next, the Gryffindor's, all of whom looked as though they were falling asleep in their cereal. And finally, the Slytherin's, and there wasn't one of them that didn't look as if they wanted to murder someone.

"Hello everyone," I found myself saying, "I'm Professor Hermione Granger and I will be taking the position of Charms teacher. I hope that we will all get along just fine, we learn lots of new things and everyone passes their exams. I will be starting today so please, brace yourself because I've never done this sort of thing before," I finished with a small nod of my head and seated myself again.

"You all may now get along with your breakfasts," McGonagall said, turning to me and telling me what a good job I'd done.

"No no, Jacobs, swish and flick," I demonstrated for a small first year.

They were pretty behind with their charm work. It looked as if old Flitwick was losing his touch.

"Professor Granger?" a small boy who was sitting in the corner called to me.

"Yes, Paul?"

"I've forgotten the spell," he admitted bashfully.

Paul was a small Slytherin boy, with pale skin, very bony features and heavily gelled black hair. He seemed like a nice enough kid, but he also seemed like he fooled people with his boyish charm.

"Wingardium Leviosa," I smiled.

He thanked me and went on to make the little white feather float. I checked my pocket watch and saw that there were only five minutes left of the class.

"Okay boys and girls, you can pack away your things now," I called.

My first day had went really well. I had gotten along well with every class I'd had that day and couldn't wait for the next day to met the next lot. I was still curious about the other teachers though as I hadn't had a chance to socialise with them.

"What are the other teachers like?" I asked a tall girl at the front.

"They're good. Although I'm sure you're my favourite," she admitted shyly.

"Thank you sweetie!" I grinned.

"You're my favourite girl teacher. But the Potions teacher is my favourite boy teacher," she gushed and all the girls around her giggled and blushed.

I meant to ask about the Potions teacher was but the bell sounded for the end of class and they all went dashing out into the corridor. I packed my things up into a neat little bundle and locked the classroom behind me, turned around and walked right into Jason.

"You again?" I quipped, raising one eyebrow.

"Seems like we see each other everywhere, huh?"

"Indeed," I laughed.

"So, you heading to the Great Hall for dinner?" he asked, taking my books from me.

"Nah, I'm not really hungry. Think I'll just have an early night."

"Oh," he seemed slightly crestfallen, "Well let me accompany you to your room then."

We started down the corridor, avoiding stray students here and there.

"How long have you worked at Hogwarts then? Wait, what do you do at Hogwarts?" I asked, realising I still didn't know.

"Caretaker," he answered carefully , looking around the corridors.

"Nice," I smiled.

"Not really, I'm only here because Uncle A wasn't getting on so well," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I had no idea," I shifted awkwardly. "Oh, that's my room! Thanks for walking me down," I took my books from him and smiled politely.

"You're welcome," he nodded.

I felt instantly guilty. "Would you like to come in for a while? Get to know each other better?"

His eyes lit up. "Yeah, sure, if that's okay with you?"

"Of course," I forced myself to look excited.

Several hours and bottles of Firewhisky later, Jason and I found ourselves sitting on my cushy red sofa, giggly and most definitely tipsy.

"So that's when I said, 'You'd better hope I don't come back here, 'cause when I do, you're all gonna regret sending me away'," he slurred, sloshing Firewhisky all down his front.

"So they just...sent you away?" I gaped.

"Just like that," he clicked his fingers.

"Oh Jason," I sighed, running my fingers through his hair.

He'd told me all abut his parents sending him to Hogwarts to look after is Uncle to teach him a lesson about behaviour and about how they told him never to come back. I felt for him, I did, really. But I didn't want to make it seem as though I was only lettng him stay out of pity.

"You're good at that," he grinned up at me.

I laughed at ruffled his hair. I could feel myself ready to fall asleep but I didn't want to ask him to leave. Instead, I just made myself more comfortable and closed my eyes, and within moments, sleep took me.

The next morning, I'd woke up back in bed, with my shoes removed and a hangover potion next to my bed. They didn't really work, but it was better than nothing. I'd skipped breakfast that morning and just had Daisy bring my eggs and bacon. In fact, I'd just done that for the rest of the week. There was something I was uneasy about. Something I was very uneasy about, but I didn't know what it was, so I just left the room to teach and then came right back.

Soon enough, I'd been there for a week and realised that I hadn't wrote to Mrs Weasley in a while and If I didn't do it soon, she'd probably kill me, so I started a letter for her.

Dear Mrs Weasley,

The first week has went pretty well and I don't want to leave yet. Sorry about my lack of updates, I just haven't had a moment to do so. I promise I'll write more often from now on.

With love, Hermione x

And with that, I sent it off, Daisy taking it up to the Owlery for me.

I started fresh again on Monday morning, walking into the Great hall at 8:30 for breakfast.

The Potions master had arrived from whatever errand he had been on. And I felt instantly horrified. Worse than when I'd saw Snape guarding my rooms. He was taller than I'd remembered. His bleach blonde hair had died down a little and it was now dirty blonde and shoulder length. He had a manicured scruff beard that actually looked pretty attractive on him. He'd gotten hot. Very hot. Damn you Draco Malfoy.

He looked me up and down with a shocked expression. I stared him out, he stared me out. The other staff shifted awkwardly, ready to jump in if anything had to happen.

I saw him murmur something to McGonagall before pushing his chair out and walking past me, out of the Great Hall. I huffed and walked on up to the staff table, taking my usual seat beside Jason.

"Hey you," he grinned. "I was beginning to think I'd killed ya," he laughed. "So what's with the tension between you and Malfoy?"

"Old school rivalry. He was a coward. A dirty, foul, bastard of a coward."

He fell silent and handed me the pumpkin juice. I poured it into my goblet and took a long swig, hoping it would calm me down a little. I was wrong. I was absolutely seething. And I could already sense that today was going to be a shitty day.

"Will you please pay attention?" I snapped at a fifth year class after lunch. "Honestly, I don't know how you all plan on passing your O.W.L's with that attention span.

The class looked at me with hurt and pissed off expressions. I sighed.

"Sorry... bad day I guess."

"Why don't we do practical work while you write our homework on the board?" Alfie Greene, a funny Hufflepuff who sat down the front suggested.

"Yes, yes that's a good idea. I want you all to pair up and practice while I set you homework," I grinned at Alfie.

He was definitely one of my favourite students. He was a chubby boy with brown hair that fell over his left eye a little. He was always happy and willing to help. Such a cutie.

"Thanks Alfie," I whispered.

He flashed me a grin and teamed up with a tall, beautiful Slytherin girl, who, I'm sure, was falling for him. And fast. Her name was Amilie Preston and she wasn't your typical Slytherin. She was muggle born and had six other siblings, a seventh year Slytherin brother called Brady, a fourth year brother called Ross, also Slytherin, then twins, one Hufflepuff and one Slytherin both second year, Sarah and Matthew, a sister who was nine called Lydia and then the four year old girl, Leda. Amilie was a lovely girl, also a beloved student and all of her siblings were the same.

"Any time Professor," he winked cheekily.

Again, another week passed, but this time it dragged on and on and on and on. With avoiding Malfoy at all costs, keeping my temper with the children and receiving a million letters from the Blaneys, I was kept on my toes. The only relaxing time I had was with Jason, who treated me to a night out on Wednesday at a nightclub just outside of Hogsmead called Zero to Hero. It looked like an abandoned building from the outside, but on the inside it was lush, with neon signs and loud music. We danced and drank and just had a good time until about three in the morning when we Apparated back to Hogwarts. Sure, I was hungover as hell the next day, but it was worth it.

"Miss? Miss Granger?" I heard someone shout from further down the corridor.

I turned around and saw a third year girl, Dianna Warren, run towards me, looking very distressed.

"Miss Warren, what are you doing out of class? I believe you should be in Professor Malfoy's Potions class at the minute?" I fixed my eyes on the frantic third year.

"Miss we need help, and fast," she managed to get out through the panicked gasps.

"What's happened?" I asked tentatively, looking towards the dungeon where Malfoy taught.

"It's Professor Malfoy. He's hurt. Badly," she whispered, tears streaming down the little lambs face.

That's how I found myself in the Hospital Wing an hour later, comforting a distraught Dianna Warren and looking over at a fucked up Draco Malfoy.

"Well Professor Granger, had you gotten there any later, Professor Malfy would probably be dead," Madam Pomfrey told me, placing a hand over Malfoy's forehead.

"Couldn't have that, could we," I muttered through gritted teeth.

Madam Pomfrey shot me a disapproving look before shooing Miss Warren to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Hermione," she said softly, "Don't you think it'd be better if you and Draco put your school days behind you and tried to get along like adults?"

I snorted. "No disrespect, Madam Pomfrey, but over my dead body."

I was woken up at 3:30 by an ear splitting scream. I fell out of the chair I was slumped in and looked up at the patient in the bed.

"Merlin's left nut, Malfoy, was that necessary?" I grumbled.

"Granger?" he enquired groggily, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Must've fell asleep while I was making sure you didn't die," I retorted, checking my watch.

"Well you can leave now," he spat. "I don't need you looking over me like I'm some puppy that was hit by a truck."

"For your information, if I hadn't came when I had, you would be dead right now," I yelled, completely outraged by his lack of gratitude.

"Typical Granger, saving the day...again!" he mocked, flicking me the bird.

"Fuck you, Malfoy," I spat back at him, turning to leave.

Reaching the door, I turned back, looked him dead in the eye and said, "By the way, Malfoy, you scream like a girl."

And with that, I was gone.

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