Chapter 3: Breakfast.....

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And then he started laughing.

So by this time my head was on the table with my arms around it.

This just made him laugh harder.

I hate you, Harry Potter.

"Oh no, not again. Harry Potter! Leave your sister alone!" Hermione scolds him.

"Yes, Mum." He replies sarcastically.

"Last time I heard your Mum was dead." A cold voice sneers.

I lift my head up to see a tall blonde headed boy in Slytherin robes.

If he wasn't so mean and rude he might actually be hot.......... as if.

"Well, your Mum must not care about you either, considering she didn't even bother to teach you manners." Harry shot back.

"Yeah well-," he started.

"Oh My Gosh!" I yell slightly sarcastic.

Everyone looked over to me.

"Do you see that?..." everyone looked around but found nothing abnormal.

"It's smoke, man that burn must be really bad. Would you like some ice for it?" I finish smirking.

I know, that comeback was lame, but hey, I got nothing else.

Everyone laughs.

I guess it must not have been that lame then, I mean, everyone laughed.

"Honestly Potter, I thought you'd be better. I should've known. Like ugly father, like ugly daughter. Like mudblood mother, like mudblood daughter." The boy glared at me.

"Oh yeah! Guess what, like evil father, like evil son. And like bitch mother........like bitch....oh, whatever you are." George retorts angrily.

Everyone, but me laughs really hard at this.

What the Slytherin boy said hurt, I know I'm being sensitive, but it did hurt.

"You'll pay for this Weasley! Mark my words. My-"

Fred cuts him off, "let me guess, my father will hear about this?" He mimicked him in an absurd high pitched girly screeching noise.

The blonde Slytherin boy just turned on his heel and stormed out of the Great Hall with two rather large Slytherin boys following suit.

I looked over to George. He was still laughing.

"George?" I ask.

He looks up at me.

"Yes, love?" He says trying to calm himself down.

I blush when he calls me "love".

"Thank you," I tell him.

He just stares at me, and then suddenly the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

"Anytime." He smiles at me warmly.

I smile back up at him.

George has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

They're like cold chocolate on a warm and sunny spring day.

If that even makes any sense.

I must have been staring for while because suddenly he says, "I know I'm attractive, but I don't think your brother would approve."  He winks at the end.

I blush... again.

I turn my head to see Harry tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

"Ummm...." I say unsurely.

"We need talk. Later." But he's not looking at me, he's looking at George.

Oh no. Overprotective brother mode engaged. This is not good.

Hermione told me Harry doesn't get mad much, and when he does......well, he's mad.

Uncle Remus walks into the great hall and stops in front of me.

"Um, good morning Ruby, you look quite, uh... red today?" He says skeptically.

Oh no, not him too.

I bury my head in my arms in front of me again.

"Why?!" I groan.

"Did I miss something?" He asks confused.

"No, just some... girl issues..." Hermione's answers.

I may love that girl, but sometimes, I seriously hate her.

Like right now.

I groan again.

"Uh... well, I uh, got to um, go and uh, yeah go." I hear him quickly walk off awkwardly.

"I HATE ALL OF YOU!" I groan at them through my arms again still.

"Sorry?" Hermione tries.

Sorry's not gonna cut it this time sister, not this time.

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