Chapter 6
Amara's face glowed as she walked off the dance floor late that night.
She stumbled when Ron grabbed her arm.
"Amara!" he hissed.
"What?" she asked, annoyed, detaching her arm from his grip.
"Do you-who do you-" he spluttered.
"What?" Amara said again.
"Who do you think you were dancing with?" he asked softly.
"Umm… Draco Malfoy?" she answered, confused.
"Do you know WHO he is?" Ron insisted.
"A boy?" Amara said. "Ron- I have no idea why you are making such a big deal out of this. Draco is perfectly nice-"
"Your Draco is a Death Eater," Ron interrupted her.
Cold ice flooded her veins. A Death Eater. How could he? How could he? She trembled.
"No…" Amara protested weakly. "You're lying."
"I'm not," Ron told her.
Tears gathered at the tips of her beautiful eyes, threatening to spill over. She slipped her shoes off. And she ran, as fast as she could, her bare feet pounding the cold floor.
Ron didn't even try to follow her.
When she got to the common room, she threw herself on one of the cheery red couches and sobbed her heart out.
Just when she was starting to trust people, to love again. How could he?
A/N I AM trying to make my chapters longer, just so people know.