Fox Tales: Year 4

“Why haven’t you broken up with Weasley yet?” he asked suddenly.

She sighed, “That is none of your business,” she said as they rounded the corner, towards the Great Hall for dinner.

“I know that you aren’t in love with him.”

“I’m fourteen. What do I know about love?” she asked seriously.

“You can be fourteen and in love, like Romeo and Juliet.”

“And look at the end they came too,” she said as they entered the Great Hall.

“Not all love stories end like that. Look at Cinderella and Prince Charming.”

“And so unrealistic,” Courtney laughed.

“What about us?” Draco coughed her off guard.

She had stopped walking and just looked at him, “There is no us, Draco.”

“You’re just in denial,” he smirked at her before talking a seat at the Slytherin table.

She did the same, but she sat next to Blaise. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to sit next to Draco after what he had said. Not because she was appalled by it, but because she was afraid that he was right.