Chapter 1 : Prologue
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We'd spent our last day together before the holidays outside. The guys didn't like her and called her a mudblood. She didn't seem to care too much. The only winces she made were when I said it. Everyone else went in for dinner, so I grabbed her hand and took her to the nearest broom cupboard and kissed her, harder than I'd ever kissed her before.
Things were getting heated. I'd never done this before, and neither had she. But it didn't matter. All that mattered is that we were together, right there and then. She was in my arms, her perfect body pressed against mine.
The next day, the guys and I had a compartment on the Hogwarts Express all to ourselves. I was telling them what I'd been doing with Emily the previous night. Lots of rude comments were flying about the compartment, mostly from me. The guys were jeering.
I realised that the door to the compartment was open, and she'd heard everything I'd said as she was coming to visit. She turned around and walked out. I followed her, ignoring the catcalls of my friends.
She looked furious. "I'm so sick of this shit," she said. "I'm so sick of being entertainment for your friends, I'm sick of the way they talk to me, I'm sick of the way you treat me in front of them. We're finished."
My stomach dropped. "Oh yeah?" I sneered at her as she walked off. "At least I'm not a filthy little mudblood like you." I added nastily, to the cheers of the guys behind me.
Oh crap. As soon as the words left my mouth she spun around and stormed back over to me, looking madder than I’d ever seen her. She slapped me straight round the face, hard. I could see in her eyes that she regretted ever having anything to do with me.
My Dad came in to tell me that I haven't got out of bed since I got back three days ago. He said my room smells like a pigsty and I should get up and go outside, or do something. I didn't say anything and he left, shaking his head. He'd send Mum in but she's off on holiday in China with her sister for the summer.
Thoughts were chasing around my brain that didn't make sense. I kept seeing Emily's face right before she slapped me. My face still tingled a bit.
It hit me then, like a bludger on the Quidditch pitch. I love her.
I was in the sitting room when Dad came back. At least I was up this time, and showered, even if I was just slobbing about on the sofa in my comfy clothes. Dad was in his 'casual' suit. I really don't know what it is with him and suits. He's always wearing one.
Dad just came straight out with it. "Did she dump you?"
"Yep." I answered tonelessly.
"I called her a mudblood."
He shook his head. "She sounds like this girl I once knew. She wouldn't take any of that crap either."
"What, did she dump you as well?" I asked, slightly more interested. The way Grandfather Lucius told it, Dad was the perfect pure blood prince when he grew up.
Dad laughed. "No. She wouldn't have me in the first place. I knew I didn't have a chance when she started going out with Viktor Krum."
"The Bulgarian Quidditch Captain?"
"The very one."
I sighed. "So what, am I supposed to just give up?"
"No, you're supposed to treat her with respect. Prove to her that you can behave yourself."
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