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Chapter 1 : Hermione runs away
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I ran out of the prefects’ common room, Malfoy’s words repeated itself in my mind. How could it be? He … he’s a Slytherin and me, a Gryffindor! We’ve been at loggerheads for as long as I can remember! How could he …
“I’m in love with you, Granger.” Malfoy’s voice echoed.
“Stop!” I screamed, putting my hands to my ears and ran blindly.
“Hermione! What’s wrong?” Harry Potter stood in front of me.
“Huh? Nothing’s wrong,” I said, in an attempt to not explain.
Harry wasn’t fooled though. But how do I tell him about Draco Malfoy? He’d just look at me if I had three heads. It’s time like these that I wished I could have a girl friend to talk to.
“Too much stress, Harry. Too much homework.” I hoped Harry wouldn’t ask me further. He eyed me suspiciously.
“Oh. Okay. C’mon, Ron is expecting us for chess.” Harry dragged me to the Gryffindor common room.
I ran after Hermione as fast as I can. Darn, she sure has stamina.
My mind replayed the scene that happened not too long ago. What did I say wrongly? She sure didn’t make it easy for me. I thought she would throw herself into my arms. After all, all of them did.
I screeched to a halt. There Hermione is … talking to POTTER!? I just told her how I felt and she goes running to … POTTER!?
I couldn’t help but feel bitterness. I could only stare as Potter drag Hermione away in defeat.
I walked aimlessly down the hallway and plopped myself on a bench in the garden, remembering seeing Hermione the last time I was here.
I leaned back, smiling at the memory and turned my head up to gaze at the stars.
I groaned out loud. “Ron beat me again,” I announced, sticking my tongue out at him and stood up, giving them some story about not finishing my homework. I do feel a bit bad for lying to them but I need some time to myself.
I walked out of the common room after wishing the Gryffindors good night. Running to the nearest window, I peered outside. “Wow,” I murmured.
There was only one place to admire the stars. The garden.
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