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Draco POV__________________

I overslept my first 3 lessons. Thank god they were all just potions with Snape.

I don't feel very well. It's been two weeks my mother hasn't sent me any letter, as she usually does weekly or even more frequently. I don't know what's happening at home and I'm worried a little bit. When I was leaving, my mother and father weren't talking to each other. Mother said it will get better, but it didn't.

I left my room and headed out to the hall to meet with Blaise. He was surrounded by girls, as always. It was nice to see him smiling, at least one of us doesn't have to worry about their parents. Blaise's parents are the kindest family I know. Every Christmas break, they invite me to spend a few days there.

"Have you heard it?" Asked me Blaise straight away without saying hello.

"Heard what?"

"You seriously don't know? It's like the biggest talk here..."

"Just say it, Blaise. I don't have time for this."

He sensed I wasn't in a good mood.

"The new girl, Chloé...you don't like her, do you?"

When he said her name, I got goosebumps all over my body. That's what she's doing to me - goosebumps just because of her name.

"No, why?"

I lied. I wish I didn't.

"Good, good...because everyone's saying she had a threesome with the Weasley twins." He said and laughed. I didn't.

My mouth dropped.

Just the thought of her doing it with another made me so angry that I could break everything.

"But it's not hard to believe, I mean, they are very close and Pansy said she wore a slutty dress when she went out with them...damn, those lucky bastards..." Blaise continued blabbing about it.

Fucking Pansy. It should occur to me that she would be saying shit about her. She's jealous. We used to 'date' in 3rd year, but it was nothing serious. I'm not sure if we even kissed. She was all over me, of course, but I never felt that way. She's not my type at all and she never will be.

And now I think she wants to have me all to herself, because she's insecure.

But that will never happen.

As the day continued, I couldn't stop thinking about the rumor. Probably because everyone was talking about it and making up even worse things about her. I wanted to punch everyone who said her name.

And what's worse, I started to believe it. I could see her doing it in my head, I could see them two motherfuckers enjoying it. And suddenly, something in my head clicked.

I went after her, because I needed to hear the truth from her.

But the was just teasing me, waiting to see the darker side of me.

And she saw it.

The slap was a big mistake I made and I'll regret it forever. I know I shouldn't have done it, I know and I hate myself for it. I don't know what I thought it would be a good idea, but maybe it's my father's fault. He slaps my mother on daily basis when something goes wrong and that's one of the many reasons I'll never take him as my father.

Seeing Chloé in pain, blood dripping down her face from a scratch, was truly heartbreaking.

"I will never talk to you again! Get the fuck out!"

So I got the fuck out.

It would be pointless for me to stay any longer. She made it pretty clear she hates me.

Chloé POV______________

I treated the scar and put some healing cream on it, but I couldn't find any band-aids to cover it. Everyone will see the ugly scar. What am I gonna say? How does one get a scar on cheek without fighting?

Soon, everyone will know about how I used magic on Pansy and hurt her. I'm expecting to get expelled, I mean, it is pretty serious.

I skipped dinner and stayed in my room. I didn't want to show up and draw any more attention to myself. And most importantly, I didn't want to see Draco.

So I took a long, nice and relaxing bath in my bathroom. While I was there, I wrote a letter to my mom. Of course I didn't mention any Draco or any Pansy to her because that would only make her worry. And she already has so many worries.

Dear mom, I'm here only 2 weeks and already made so many friends. It's very different from Beauxbatons, but I think I'll like it here. The private room is so cool, I have my own bathroom with a bathtub and all that.It's very cold in Scotland and I didn't pack very warm clothes, so could you please send me some? It would be nice. How are things at home? Write me soon

Love you,Chloé

After the bath, someone knocked on my door.I instantly thought of Draco, but then I remembered what I told him.

It was Fred Weasley, without George.

"Hi, Fred!"

"Hello, little one," he said and gave me a long bear hug. He had to crouch for that, because he's like 2 heads taller than me.

It felt so good, I haven't hugged anyone since Fleur. Not even my mom.

"What is that?" He looked at my red scar.

"Oh, nothing..." stupid me, I couldn't think of any lie.

"Who did that to you?" He asked seriously.

I didn't know this caring side of Fred. It was new to me.

"No one, I swear. Wha-"

"Was it him? Draco?" His serious face is really scaring me.

How would he know about Draco?

"How did you know?"

He sighed and sat on my bed with me.

"I saw him running after you. And then heard you screaming. Chloé, I'm gonna kill him."

"No, you don't understand! He's not like that, but..."

But he is. He's exactly like that.

"What exactly do you see in him?"

"I don't see anything! I mean, not anymore. He hurt me and I'm never gonna talk to him again. You happy?"

"Of course I'm not happy. Why the fuck would he get away with that? And anyway, only fuckers hurt women."

"I don't know what to say...but thank you for being there for me." I held his hand and smiled.

"Have you talked to Dumbledore yet?"

"No, but I have a feeling it's going to happen soon. What am I supposed to say?"

"Just say that you're overwhelmed, that's all. I'm sure he'll understand." He smiled.

He is truly one of the nicest people I know.

We kept talking and laughing until a loud knock interrupted us.

The door opened itself and Dumbledore was standing there.

"Good evening, miss Delacour, mr. Weasley. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He raised his eyebrow. No Dumbledee , we're not fucking.

"I'd like to talk to miss Delacour...between four eyes." He said and glanced at Fred.

With that, he immediately left the room.

"Mister headmaster, I didn't mean t-"

"No need to explain it to me, Chloé. I get it, you must me overwhelmed with everything, new school and new people. And the rumor...it's not the nicest welcome. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I assure you that an adequate punishment will be waiting for the student who started it."

I absolutely didn't expect that.

"But...how do you know it's not true?" I asked.

"A young man came to tell me. He was begging me to not get you expelled. Funny, I didn't even think about getting you expelled. You are a great witch, miss Delacour. Oh, and I'm so sorry for your loss. She was truly something, your sister."

"She was." I smiled.

He smiled back and turned away to leave.

"Can I ask...who told you about the rumor?" I stopped him.

"I'm sure you know the answer, Chloé. Have a good evening."

Draco.