Five years ago I was put in Hufflepuff. I would never forget how embarrassed my father had been. My family was always Gryffindor. Or at least my dad's side of the family was. My mum left when I was born. I always dreamed of meeting her. Would she be embarrassed to call me her daughter? I mean what was so bad about being loyal?
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a bloody group of blokes approaching me.
"Hey," one the guys said. "I'm Miles. From Slytherin. You probably already new that."
I did. He was popular. One of Malfoy's friends. "And? What do you want?"
He smirked. "To make your day of course. I've agreed to go out with you."
"What! I never asked you out! I honestly don't even like you. You're just one of the bloody idiots who look down on Hufflepuffs! You expect me to go out with you?! Well no thank you."
That wiped the smirk off his face. He stormed off followed by his friends. You're probably thinking I was a little harsh. But nobody in this school saw Hufflepuffs as anything special. They thought just because we were loyal, we weren't brave or smart or cunning. And they viewed me as nothing more than a pretty face, but they were wrong.
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The Daughter of Aphrodite
FanfictionThe hat slipped over her head and after a moment's consideration, screamed, "Hufflepuff". She would never forget her father's embarrassment that summer. Her family had always been Gryffindor, the best house. And Paige had always been nothing more th...
