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Chapter7
I Hate Him
Hermione was furious. They had entered Hogwarts a week ago but had still not started with the mission. The person to be entirely blamed for this situation was none other than her partner Draco Malfoy. All this time he kept reliving his teenage having fun and that too with her own daughter and her friends. Every time Hermione asked him the reason for his lack of cooperation, he would emotionally blackmail her and say, "You know I could never enjoy my childhood, Granger. So I am just doing it now." Hermione being the ever-so-kind girl (now lady) took pity on him and did not press the matter further. But now he had crossed all the limits. One week and no work! They could not waste their time like that. She tried to relax and lightly pressed her forehead. She had to find him. She had to find him now.
She entered the Great Hall and found him sitting alone having a fresh green apple. She silently thanked God and moved towards him. He saw her and smirked. At that precise moment she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Good morning Granger," he said.
"Good morning? Are you crazy? The entire world is in danger and you are sitting here having apples? Are you totally insane?" she asked angrily.
"Come on Granger, can't you see I am trying by best. I still doubt that old hag's prophecy though," Malfoy muttered.
"Trying your best! If reliving your past is trying your best for the mission, I would rather accomplish it alone," yelled Hermione.
"Relax Granger. You take too much stress. I bet Rose inherited it from you because as far as Weasley is concerned his brain is full of garbage," said Malfoy looking amused.
That Idiot!
"How dare you insult my husband or my daughter?" Shouted Hermione, her face boiling.
"Granger, Granger, Granger! As I said you take too much of stress. The happiness of the world is not your responsibility. Now calm down and have some breakfast. I'll see you later," said Malfoy as he casually stood up and marched out of the Great Hall.
"I hate him," muttered Hermione. He would never change and she was sure of it.
Alice was depressed. It had been eight years since she had realized her feelings for the younger Potter boy. She never forget how she, Rose and him used to spend all their time together as little children. She never forget how every time they played house, it was she who became Albus' wife while Rose became his sister and Hugo and Lily played their kids. She never forgot how she felt every time Albus held her hand whenever they watched a horror movie. And she never forgot how he changed. When they entered Hogwarts, her best friend changed. He still accompanied Rose and herself and he was still quite friendly with Rose but his friendship with her had decreased with time. As time passed, he started pinning after the most beautiful girls of Hogwarts and that is when Alice realized he could never be hers. She was not naïve. She knew she was not brilliant like Rose and that she was not beautiful like Jasmine Finnigan or Cassandra Greengrass. She was aware that people called her 'good for nothing sidekick of Rose Weasley'. She knew she was nothing. Albus on the other hand was one of the most famous boys not only in Hogwarts but in the entire Wizarding World. He was Harry Potter's son after all. Alice knew her dreams would never come true and he would never become more than a friend. Then why did she feel so upset every time she saw him with another girl? Why did her eyes water every time he went out with a girl? Why did her ears hurt every time he mentioned another girl? Why?
She saw him standing with Jasmine Finnigan and whispering something in her ears as she laughed. Her ever so uncooperative eyes became moist and she left the place as fast as her legs could carry her. She entered an empty classroom and cried her eyes out. No – she could not do this. She could not be this weak. How could she do that when she was her father's strength after her mother's death? She had to be strong.
Albus Potter or no other boy deserved her tears. She wiped off her tears and tried to maintain her balance as she stood up. If she was nothing to him, she wouldn't care from now on. If he liked those dumb bimbos, it was fine with her.
"Yes, it is fine," she said aloud.
She closed her eyes and was haunted by Albus and Jasmine's picture hand-in-hand. She jerked open her eyes and said, "I hate him." Though she was fully aware of how untrue her words were.
Cassandra was shocked. She entered the Heads' common room and was surprised to see a bouquet beautifying her table. She marched towards it and picked it up. It was beautiful with red roses and white lilies. It had a slip stuck on it. She tore it out and read the contents.
To my beautiful Andra,
Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
Your admirer,
James.
That was enough! This boy had crossed all the limits. Just because he was Harry Potter's son, he felt he could have everything he wanted. Cassandra was fully aware of his playboy image. What she did not understand was why girls bothered themselves with a prat like him? Now he had decided to make her his latest conquest and kept following her everywhere like a puppy dog.
"James Potter," she shouted on top of her lungs and was greeted with the appearance of the culprit in no more than ten seconds.
"Hey Andra, liked my present?" He said as he moved down the staircase from his room.
"Don't you dare call me Andra you idiot. And what the hell is this?" She shouted angrily.
"Oh! I know you secretly like your pet name Andra and this is the token of my feelings for you," he replied as he pointed towards the bouquet.
"I am not one of your fangirls Potter and nor am I someone you can prank" yelled Cassandra.
"You hurt my feelings sweetheart," said James as he clutched his heart and faked a hurt expression on his face.
"Shut up! You idiot. I am not interested in your nonsense. Why don't you just leave me alone?" Said Cassandra.
"I know you don't mean it Andra," he replied. "Now as much as I enjoy your presence, I have some very important chore to perform," he added and left the room as fast as he had entered it.
Cassandra crumpled the slip in her hands and moved forward to throw the bouquet. But it was beautiful and the flowers were very refreshing. How could she just throw it?
"I hate him," she muttered as she picked the bouquet and moved towards her room oblivious of the fact that someone covered in an invisibility cloak watched her with a smile on his face.
Rose was fuming. How dare the prat come to the library before her and take the only book she desired to read that day. He did it on purpose and she knew it. She remembered telling Madam Pince the day before that she needed that book while the prat was sitting there listening to them.
Why did he have to irritate her so much? Why couldn't he just mind his own business? She knew he did it purposely so that she loses her temper as he enjoyed her vulnerable state. She would not give him the satisfaction this time. Yes, she wouldn't react at all.
She simply moved towards her usual table in the library, seated herself and began doing her Charms homework. She could feel his burning gaze but did not bother to react. She raised her eyes and saw him pretending to read the book with full interest. She controlled her temper and continued with her essay.
"Hey Rose," she heard someone say.
She turned to see Trevor Jackson approaching her.
"Hey Trevor!" she replied sweetly.
"So what are you doing?" He started.
Rose was just about to answer when the prat sitting a few rows away decided to interrupt their decent conversation.
"Can't you see she is wring an essay or are you Gryffindors that dumb?" Said Scorpius with his usual disgusting smirk.
"That is not your business what my friends and I discuss, Malfoy" Rose shouted.
"Of course it is not. I was just trying to do the guy a favour and save him from your boring lecture about your intellectual essay," he replied with venom full in his eyes.
"Rose I think I should meet you later," said Trevor as he marched out of the library.
As soon as he went, Malfoy's frown was replaced by his infamous smirk and he continued with his reading.
Rose really wanted to say something but controlled herself as she was fully aware that it would lead to a never ending battle. She clenched her fist, closed her yes and started counting backwards.
"I hate him," she muttered to herself though she was a bit confused of his reaction on seeing her with Trevor.
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P.S. The next chapter is called 'The Announcement'. Any idea what will it be about?