"I'm sorry, but I have to go..." You wave goodbye to Fred: you've already stayed long enough.
Turning on your heel, you march toward the Slytherin Compartments, where you receive death glares from the Green and Silver clad students. Draco grabs your arm and pulls you on the seat next to him. "Are you mental, O'Connel?" he hisses. "A pureblood of your status and heritage can't be seen with blood-traitors like him!"
"Relax, Drake. She wants to ruin her reputation? Let her," a tall, smooth black boy said.
"Shut up, Blaise. I'm suppose to look out for Adriana," Draco replies, running a hand through his hair.
You pull back and glare at him. "What? I'm perfectly able to take care of myself," you start.
"Apparently, you're not," an ugly girl interjects. "Not if you're already hanging out with blood-traitors. Soon you'll be best friends with mudbloods and Potter," she finishes.
"No, I won't," you retort, stung. "I was just having a little fun. It's called 'Playing someone'. Ever heard of it?"
"Hm... maybe Adriana's got a point. It'd be fun to break Weasley's heart," Blaise says lazily.
"Yes, let's do it, Draco," the girl pleads.
He glares at her. "Shut up, Pansy." Turning to you, he continues, "Fine, we'll help you break Weasley's heart. Just don't expect me to be happy about it."
What have I gotten into, you think.
At that moment, the door opens and it's...
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