For obvious reasons, I didn't really want to run into Malfoy in the hallway, so I waited for a few minutes until I was sure the coast was clear. All was silent as I creeped into the Gryffindor common room. To go even further with the description, all was empty- except for a nice little boy who was sitting on the couch- who had drool dripping out of one corner of his mouth- whose face was contorted into a worried frown- whose name may or may not have been Seamus Finnegan! My brain went into hypermode and I stormed up to the girls dormitory.
"Miriam! What the-" I yelled.
"Silencio!" she whispered as she sat up. I continued to rant, even thought no one could hear me, which was probably a good thing. Miriam grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the common room.
"What is going on??!!" she hissed. I frantically shook my head and pointed at a stirring Seamus.
"Seamus!" Miriam yelled, slapping the side of his head.
"Awake, Mum..." he mumbled.
"That's nice sweetie, now get up to your room!" she growled. He sat up and squinted at Miriam.
"Miriam? Is that you?"
"Surprise! It's the tooth fairy! Now go to bed!" Then Seamus locked eyes with me.
"Um, uh, hi Becky... I was, uh... Waiting for you. To make sure you were alright," he stammered. I nodded in reply, giving him a smile that he totally didn't deserve.
"Ok, Seamus. Bye." Miriam pushed him towards the stairs and he went up, looking back at me like, eight times.
"... Isn't it nice of him to wait up for you?" Miriam asked unsurely. I angrily pointed at my throat.
"Oh. yeah. sorry about that." Miriam undid the spell.
"Oh, yeah. Real nice. The boy is stalking me!! I was doing homework. Oh, gosh, Seamus, save me from the danger!" I cried sarcastically.
"So it is really creepy. But why so much freaking out? This isn't really like you..."
"Doesn't he have a life besides watching my every move? Does he not get homework or something?" I continued.
"Becky!" Miriam yelled, shaking my shoulders. "It's really not that big of a deal. What is up with you?" I collapsed on the couch and groaned.
"I'm sorry. It's just a lot to deal with."
"It's, like, the second day of school. How could you have anything to deal with yet?" Miriam asked.
"Miriam. Think." She twisted her mouth in confusion and stared for a moment.
"Did Malfoy do something?" she said suspiciously. "Because if he did, we could talk to Nat and Seamus and maybe you could get Hermione to talk to Ron and Harry and they could all get together and sneak-attack Crabbe then Goyle then Malfoy. And if we have any men left, we'll go after Snape too." I giggled, then sighed.
"Miriam, you know how he's a complete jerk?"
"And you know how no one in their right mind should ever trust such a lying weasel?"
"You mean ferret."
"Then yeah, I know,"
"So the reason you're walking a thin rope is because you know Malfoy is Malfoy?"
"Elaboration, please?" I didn't say anything. Even though I hated Malfoy from head to toe, I couldn't betray his trust. Although he would tell all my secrets to Flitwick without hesitation... but it just wasn't right or honest or whatever moral ship I was sailing on at the moment.
"You know you can trust me, Becky," Miriam said.
"Do you think you can trust me?" I asked. "And no, I didn't do anything stupid."
"Yes, of course."
"I can't tell you exactly what he said to me, but I think no matter what situation I'm ever in, I'll be happy because I'll always know someone has it worse than me."
"That bad, huh?" I nodded and shivered, picturing Malfoy's greasy father cruelly smirking over a blond boy, writhing on the floor in pain. Miriam pulled me into a hug.
"Let's go sleep, ok? Early morning tomorrow." I nodded and let her lead me up the stairs. I fell into bed and had a wonderfully dreamless sleep.
I woke up early the next morning, despite my.... eventful night. The shower felt marvelously cleansing. That is, until I remembered what my first class was. I lethargically went through the daily motions of getting ready, taking no comfort from the cool morning air that was drifting in through a window that Hermione had probably opened. Dry hair, brush teeth. Concealer? Not needed today. Eyeliner, mascara, chapstick...
"Don't you look... lively... this morning..." Miriam said as I stepped out of the dormitory and into the fairly deserted common room.
"I want to go to breakfast and then I want to go to Potions and get down on my hands and knees and beg Snape to please let me sit next to someone else. Pansy. Or Seamus. Heck, I'll take Voldemort at this rate," I said flatly.
"Well, that will probably be awkward. But you can't inconvenience your life."
"Kneeling in front of Snape is not inconvenient."
"Yeah, cause he definately wouldn't remind you of it every day of your life."
"Whatever. Let's go."
"Crap. Crap, crap, crap. God hates me, doesn't he?" I whispered furiously into Miriam's ear. Malfoy had apparently decided he also ought to eat early at an obnoxiously early hour. By himself. At the Slytherin table. And we were alone. By ourselves. At the Gryffindor table. No one else was there. Awkward much? Miriam grabbed my hand and led me to the far end of the Gryffindor table. I was shaking with anticipation. What if Malfoy saw me? Duh, he already has. You're the only other person in the room, you blubbering idiot. I began to mildly hypervenilate. Miriam pinched my arm, which brought my breathing rate back down to a relatively calm 'in and out, in and out.' We approached the Gryffindor table. Then I made a mistake- the mistake- of looking up to meet Malfoy's cold, angry stare.
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