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I feel myself get sick from the amount of cringe that's going around Hogwarts this morningโ today is Valentine's Day and it seems like I can't turn the corner of the corridor without seeing two people snogging. What makes matters worse is that Valentine just so happens to be on a Saturday this year, which means their going to doing this bull shit all day.
"Nice flower" Pansy Parkinson teases as she sits down at the Slytherin table, beside me.
I adjust the red aster that was behind my ear that some first year had pluck from the garden and gave to me. I couldn't help but to awe at that, it was the sweetest thing.
Choosing to ignore her comment, I reach and grab for the chocolate covered strawberry with a grin on my face. At least there's one good thing about all of this.
"I thought you were a vegetarian" Pansy muttered and aggravation filled my face as I looked over to her.
A week ago, I lied and said I went vegan so that Blaise would let me have the last bit of salad and of course he believes it like a dumb ass.
"We've never talked a day in our fucking life Pansy, why are you sitting by me and criticizing my eating style?" I ask harshly before chewing down another strawberry.
Pansy looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, from what I assume she was going to protest and say that we have talked, but all of my years at Hogwarts I never liked her that much so the last only time we've talked was bickering.
"You looked lonely... I was just trying to be nice to you being that your friends list has rapidly sunk in the last month" The pug face girl drawled.
I looked over my shoulder, further down the Slytherin table was half of the girls in my year surrounding Freya, acting as if she's the hot topic. Yeah, I never had much friends my whole life but I at least had people to talk too.
Now it seems as if Freya's got them brain washed to hate me.
My eyes slowly blink and I quickly turn my head back to my plate. "I'm not lonelyโ" I begin to lie.
"So you don't miss Cook?" She questioned dryly, completely cutting me off making me huff. I hated to be interrupted while talking.
"Iโit's complicated" I splutter lowly, my arms fold across my chest and I look off to the side.
"Why do you care, hem?"
Pansy shrugs. "Because like you, much people never liked me eitheโ"
No, she is not going to compare me to her.
Pansy Parkinson is obnoxious, stupid, all around just torture to be around.
"People like me!" I shriek loudly. People turned around and shoot me curious glances making me clear my throat and look down.
"It's that what you think, Moons?" Pansy humorlessly chuckled. "Majority of people only hang out with you to make their parents proud, being that your one if not the most superior person here"
That wasn't true was it? A part of me doesn't deny that it is true. Most people in my life only like what I have to give, not who I actually am.
But even if it was true what right did she have to tell me it? Bastard.
"Aw, that's so sad" I tease grabbing a cup from the table. I show her that it's empty before slamming it onto the wood. "That's how many fucks I give Parkinson, do you understand me?"
There was no type of reaction in the dark- haired girls face, she just scoffed before rolling her eyes. Not getting a reaction from someone pissed me off more than anything elseโ at this point I was beyond furious.
"Hey, if you came over here to tell me that people don't like me to make me feel like shit guess what, it's not going to work....People in my own family hate me, fuck if I care if someone I'm probably not going to see after this shit hole called a school has something to say" I hiss.
Pansy lips are now pressed in a thin line.
"I didn't come here to make you feel like anything, I came here because I thought you needed someone to talk too" She said quietly.
"Well, i don't so leave me alone so I can finish eating my strawberry's" I spit, nodding my head towards the empty seat next to Daphne Greengrass.
"You know Moons, you should stop being reticent and find a friend you can open up
too, it'll make you feel a whole lot better" She mumbles as she stands up from the seat and walks out of the great hall.
I wasn't reticent, I told everyone how I felt about things all the time. Parkinson just didn't know me, the only thing she knows about me is things she's heard which is ninety nine percent not true.
Being over lunch, I put some of the chocolate strawberries in a napkin and stuff it in my mind. Just because I'm over it now doesn't mean I will be later.
"I wouldn't go back to the room if I was you Moons..." A voice I didn't recognized called out, making everyone in freya's group burst into a loud laughter.
My hands clutch tightly on my purse and I quicken my pace to walk past them. I didn't like this at all, it was like I was some type of first year that they decided to pick at when they needed a laugh.
I'm Rebekah Noella Moons, no one in their god giving life is going to disrespect me and make me feel bad about myself.
But I didn't understand what they meant by I shouldn't go back to the roomโ someone had already let my dragon toad loose there was nothing else I could loose.
The sound of the clicking of my heels feels the walls of the corridors as I walk towards the dungeons.
I mumbled the password and walked inside of the common room, wasting no time to walk towards the girl dormitory. I pull the key out of my purse and unlock the door and push it open.
A lump grows in my throat as I look around the dormitory โAll of my clothes were thrown out of my trunk, my purses having large holes cut in them. My journal that I decided not to bring with me for the first time today, papers were all over the place. All of my drawings had some type of black ink splattered on it to the point where there was no erasing it without messing up the drawing. The picture I brought of me and my grandmother who recently passed was ripped into pieces.
Just above my bed was sentences written in red paint.
Paranoid slut!
Clinical bitch!
Dishonorable whore!
Yeah, I have clinical depression but I have it under control to the point where you wouldn't even know I had it. I've been to meetings and my therapist said that I'm doing much better.
And I knew Freya did this all and for my mom to tell her about my problems really made my insides turns. And maybe I was a little paranoid but everyone overly worries about something all of the time.
All of my text books, personal books, and books that I didn't even own that came from the library was ripped up and scattered all over the place.
I blink slowly, still taking in the vandalized stuff in the shared room. Yeah I know sometimes I could be a dick, but there's was nothing that I did to deserve this.
This wasn't right at all. It felt like knives were being stabbed into my body, The same way I felt when my mom left during Christmas break of my fifth year.
They couldn't do this, not to me.
My hands reach into the only purse I had left and pulled out my wandโMy eyes turn deep red as I storm out of my bedroom. No amount of counting was going help me or them right now.
How fucking dare they?
I was approaching the trio usually I'd shoot them some sort of smart remark but now I had bigger things to worry about. I wiped my tear stained cheek and sniffled.
"Moons?" Ron questions lowly, concern plastered on his face. I simply ignore him
and keep on with my walking.
They were following behind me, for some fucking reason they were following behind
me. Their calls of my names came into one
ear and left out of the other.
I walk into the courtyard, happy that it was only them there and the group of girls instantly look at me, with evil smirks on their face.
"You think it's fucking funny to ruin all of my stuff!" I yell, stomping with my wand pointed at Freya who had a smirk on her stupid face.
"Incarcerous!"
The smirk on her face quickly left as the thick ropes wrapped around her neck, her painted nails begin to claw at it as she gasped for air.
My hands twisted and the ropes tighten.
"I told you not to fucking mess with me
Freya, but you seem to have problems comprehending!"
All the memories flooded in my headโ all of the times my mother stood up for her instead of me, when she slept with my brother, when she pushed me down the stairs last spring.
"Rebekah"Ron says calmly as he eases towards men, knocking me out of my thoughts. "She's not even worth it, okay whatever she did it's not worth going to Azkaban for"
I looked at Freya and her face was turning purple and her clawing increase. She loudly gasped for air one last time and just before I thought she was going to die I make the ropes disappear.
Without another word I walk away, before
the teachers suspected something and I got expelled.
"Wait!" I hear Ron call out, trying to grab my wrist but I quickly snatched it away before his touch came in contact with it.
Then he's following behind me talking, but I tune him out, I didn't want to talk to anyone.
I knew he wouldn't follow me inside the common room and so that's exactly where I went.
"Moons, you know I can't.." he says lowly as I walk inside. For a second I could tell that he was hesitant but then suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. No fucking way he actually followed me.
I looked over my shoulderโ yeah he was following me.We walk past Draco and he stares at Ron for a split second before shrugging and continuing his walking.
Why is he acting? Acting as if I'm something more than a good fuck to him. Acting as if he actually gives a shit about me.
"Go on, look!" I shouted, aggressively pushing the door open. He looked at me with a pained expression before hesitantly walking inside of the bedroom.1-
I walk inside behind him and close the door.
He looked around the roomโ his face way more paler than usual and his blue eyes wide.
"Mโ moons... I'm so sorry" he whispers,
still look around in complete shock, I don't understand what was so shocking, they ruined my stuff.
I looked around the room again, taking it all in once more. Eleven years of art gone down the drain. I get this awful feeling that my mom told them to do it.
Suddenly, I feel strong arms being wrapped around my body making me freeze. Was he trying to comforts me? Whatever he was trying to do I soften at it.
I snuggle into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.
This is one of those momentsโ when I don't know why I was so stupid to make fun of him all of these years. Where I doubt my hatred for him. One of those moment when I actually feel like I care about him.
And In this moment when we wrapped in each other's arms I finally come to the realization that I do care about him, and have for a while.
I've just been denying itโ I knew that I cared about him the day when he told me that he thought I would hurt him, I wouldn't fucking hurt him, never.