Mudblood

I'm not saying it was your fault,
Although you could've done more,
Oh you're so naive yes so,
How could this be done?
For such a smiling sweetheart,
Oh such a sweet and pretty face.
It's such an ugly world for something so beautiful.
Ill die everytime I look inside.
- The Kooks





Olivia Cline is an average girl wizard. She sits with her friends at the Griffindor table. And is bullied by Draco Malfoy. She's just a pathetic mudblood to him and he's just her bully. But will they ever feel more?

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20. Leaving Again

I can't be pregnant! This is terrible. I stormed down the hallway and bumped into the last person I wanted to see. Draco. I glared viciously at him. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" He spat, obviously still mad at me. "You've ruined my life." I fumed. I stalked away from him not bothering to tell him that I was pregnant. He and I were over so he obviously doesn't wneed to be involved. I walked to my dorm and noticed Ginny was already asleep. I slipped into my bed hoping to wake up and it would all be a dream.

2 weeks past and thankfully I was able to take my OWLs early. Being an amazing student I aced them all. Draco and I still hadn't spoken since that petty argument at the Quidditch pitch. He looked at me from across the prefect table occasionally with a guilty look on his face. I started to pack my things and preparing to leave Hogwarts. A knock my door sounded and I went to get it. Draco was standing in my doorway. "What?" I asked impatiently. "I'm sorry. I was just embarrassed that I lost." He said. "You really think that's why I'm mad at you?" I said my temper rising quickly. "Yes?" He said hopefully. I glared viciously at him. "Then what the fuck is it?" He demanded. I slammed the door in his face and continued to pack. I got my trunk and pulled it down all the way past the great hall and all the way to Hogmeade station and boarded the first train back to London.

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