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Hagrid was fun to be with. Since I didn’t ask him any weird question anymore, he seemed more at ease and he talked about students he liked or fantastic beasts he dreamed about. Harry Potter seemed to be one of his favourite subjects. By the time I left, I found out that Harry had been one of the students that got detention in the Forbidden Forest, which was very interesting.
I waved Hagrid goodbye, after promising to stop by once in a while and went back to the castle. The snow seemed to be worse than before and I felt like I wasn’t making any progress at all. When I finally reached the front door, my robes were soaking wet and I was frozen to the bone. I rubbed my arms as I walked through the Entrance Hall. The hourglasses that represented the house-points gleamed in the sunlight and I noticed the blue sapphires from Ravenclaw. We weren’t in the lead, which kind off was my fault. I bit my lip as I turned around and came face to face with the one person I didn’t want to see today.
‘Out off the way, Macmillan,’ Draco flicked his hand, ‘I don’t want to see your face around here.’
‘Too bad,’ I answered, straightening up to match his height. He was just a bit bigger than I was, but he had Crabbe and Goyle at his side, which made him look a lot scarier. ‘You’ll just have to look the other way then. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend.’
‘Ha, business to attend,’ Draco spat, ‘you mean you’ll be sitting on your own in your filthy common room.’
‘I mean that I have more important business than look at your crappy face,’ I pushed him aside, gave Crabbe and Goyle a filthy look and started up the stairs.
‘Everyone hates you, you know?’ Draco said. I clenched my fists and didn’t turn around. ‘Your mother send me a letter yesterday.’
That made me stop. I bit my lip and braced myself for what would come.
‘She wrote that you can’t go home again. To her, you’re dead. She hates your guts, can’t even bear the thought off you. She’s sorry that you were ever born. We all are. I don’t suppose you’ve been worried about the summer yet. You probably thought they’d cool down, make you come home. Not gonna happen, filthy blood-traitor. You’ve got no one. You’re just a little, pathetic piece off filth from our past.’
‘I hope you don’t think I was hurt by all that,’ I said, a little smile on my lips as I turned around, ‘You think you’re so smart, talking to me like you’re a king. But you’re not better then I am. At least I know my parents don’t love me. And I’m free to do what I want to do, to be who I want to be. What about you, Draco? How free are you?’

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