Chapter 7
A/N: So I've come back from the dead. I've decided it was best to write two chapters because I disappeared for so long. I also couldn't just leave this chapter without following it up. I wonder if I even have readers anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if you all disappeared as well. Anyway, enjoy!
It's really hard when your best friend is friends with your enemy. Every time I went to have quality boytalk with Peter, at least one of the others would be there. All of them would have a gay old time chatting it up, and I would be completely left out of the conversation. The nerve! Whenever I would try to interject, they would give me this weird look. It was a look that said "Oh you're actually speaking, well go on, but actually I could care less if you speak."I would not put up with it, so I hid behind my book, giving death glares when the time permitted.
The worst part of the day was after curfew because that meant I had to be locked in the room with James and Remus. I would not let them have the best of me! I was going to take matters into my own hands! When Remus and James left to use the toilet I sprung my plan into action.
"Psst! Wormtail!" I hissed from my bed.
" Yeah Padfoot. Is everything alright?"
I squirmed to the edge of my bed leaning forward. "Come onto my bed." He gave me a quizzical look and sat on my bed. I nudged him into the centre and shut the curtains. "Muffliato."
"What are you doing?" He said his eyes starting to get wide.
"Oh come on! I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to have a private conversation. There are too many prying ears here." I glared in the direction of James' bed.
"Are you still feeling not accepted? I talked to Remus and James about it and they don't understand how they've done anything wrong."
"Yes I still feel unloved! It's awful! It's like I can't even look at them without feeling the daggers in their eyes. But talking to you now is making me feel a lot better!"
The emotions were bubbling up inside me, and threatened to overflow. I had been without kindness for far too long. If Peter hadn't come into my life I am not sure what I would have done. I needed to show him my gratitude the only way I knew how: I leapt forward and gave him a giant hug and kiss.
"What on earth is going on here?" James bellowed as he ripped open the curtain. Note to self: use as fastening charm as well.