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(6th Year)
The sound of footsteps echoed down the old stone hallways that make up Hogwarts. A young man, no older than sixteen, walks swiftly down the corridor with murder in his eyes. His hoard of Slytherin lackeys at his heels, on his right walked Avery, his right hand man and closest friend. Or so it would seem to everyone in the school.
A new sound appears in the hallway, also footsteps, but this time it sounded as if the person was running. However, the group of Slytherins didn't stop to look behind them to find the source of the noise. Instead, they bounded forward towards a group of Gryffindors who were minding their own business in the Great Hall of the school. Of the group were two familiar faces, Hagrid—that great oaf—and that other one...Howard something or other.
His name doesn't matter, the boy thinks. I am the heir of Slytherin, and he shall pay. How dare he hit on my girlfriend, as if he would get away with it. The Slytherins were almost at the Gryffindor table now when the previous sound of footsteps caught up with them. "Morty!" Iris hisses as she grabs onto the sleeve of his robe. "What are you doing?" She continues in a hushed tone. Iris is furious with Morty, his jealousy was getting out of control, what was she going to do with him?
"I'm going to teach that Gryffindor prat a lesson." Morty responds, as if it were obvious. Stepping in front of her boyfriend, Iris stops Morty in his tracks. "Iris. Move."
"Why?"
"I told you."
"Why does Hector need to be taught a lesson?"
"He liked you, and you're mine. He needs to learn that."
Iris huffs in utter frustration. Morty moves to evade her when her next sentence stops him cold. "If you go after him, we're done." The young boy whips around like a bolt of lightning and stares. Mouth agape at the girl. Quickly looking over to his goons, then back to the Iris, he grits his teeth and nods at her, forming a silent agreement. Iris' eyes dart over to the corridor from where they just came, silently asking him to talk to her out there. Morty waves away his horde of men and they walk over to their side of the Great Hall. With only Avery left, he heads for the hallway, Iris leading the way.
As soon as they're alone Iris turns and hugs him, shaking in his arms. "Thank you," she whispers into his chest. His shoulders relax and is about to say something, but she stops him. "You know Morty, I don't want you to be so jealous. He may like me, and he may be a nice guy, but I love you. And there's a huge difference between like and love." Morty says nothing. Instead he nods and leans his head against the top of hers. Silently relived by her words.
A.N: Hi.