Chapter 5

Before the feast ended, Millie witnessed how a man with long greasy black hair step down from his chair on the High Table and approach the Gryffindor table, where Harry was sitting. She squints her eyes as she tries to figure out what the man was saying, which made Harry glance in her direction. It was just in an instant, but Millie was so intrigued. She can't figure out if whatever the man was saying is bad or not. Because Harry was making an indistinct look on his face. It was as if, he was so glad but hesitant at the same time. He looks constipated or something.

Getting a bit dizzy from racking her brain for possible answers, Millie decided to ignore whatever it was. She happened to look back at the High Table once again, just in time to catch the Headmaster's gaze upon her. The man grab his goblet and made a gesture of toasting in the air, before winking playfully at her. Millie suddenly had an urge to drink a wine, which she never even tasted before.

Then there was Toad Umbitch. The woman was chatting with another professor and it was obvious that the latter wasn't enjoying her company. Millie can't help but pity the professor. Who could enjoy a company of a toad?

"Aren't you going to eat?" Millie turns her head to where the voice came from and met a boy with striking silver hair. He was looking at her intensely as if she was prey. But everyone should know better. Millie was never hunted. She hunts. She's the predator.

"Nah. I'm not in the mood." A girl made a scoffing sound upon ber reaction, which she just raise her brows to. Not wanting to make more scene, than what Dumbledore let her, she shrugs her shoulders and looks up. She made a gesture of reaching for the candles in the air, even though it didn't even make any difference in distance, before closing her eyes.

Dumbledore notices this. How couldn't he? He has been staring at the girl the whole time, constantly making a few glances and chats around, before looking back at her. The Old Wizard can't help, but notice how the girl seems to be tired most of the time. As if every action she makes, drains her energy than what it's supposed to.

With eyes still close, Millie let out a sigh. She didn't even need to open them, just so she can know if someone was behind her. She feels him.

"What is it?" Professor Snape's brows creased, not wanting to show how amuse he currently is.

"Harry Potter will be showing you around after the feast." This surprise Millie, enough to make her open her eyes and sit properly.

"What? Why? Can't it wait tomorrow?" She asked quickly, now realizing what was the reason Harry glanced in her direction earlier.

"Professor. Does it need to be Potter? She's a Slytherin, I can show her around." The boy beside Millie said. It was the same boy with silver hair.

"No, Malfoy. The Headmaster clearly stated that it should be Potter to show Ms. Pince around." The man looks between them, before turning around and walking back to the High Table without even waiting to hear Millie's words.

Clearly confuse, Millie immediately look at the Headmaster's chair, but the man won't look at her anymore. He was clearly expecting her reaction but doesn't want anything to do with it.

Millie looks around at the Gryffindor table, meeting a pair of green ones, that seems to be waiting for her gaze. Red and green orbs met, but Harry quickly looks away. Millie let a frustrated sigh before looking up again.

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The feast didn't last long after that. Dumbledore dismisses everyone, and Millie waited beside the door of the great hall, watching everyone as they walk by. With her hands inside the pockets of her robe, she started kicking the ground as if she was already bored, when in fact, she's agitated to leave.

It didn't take long for Harry to find her. Millie looks up at him just in time to see Hermione and Ron saying goodbye to him. Leaving with just a bare glance in her direction.

"So... When do we start?" Millie asked, instantly noticing the awkwardness in the air.

"Now?"

They started to head down, walking side by side. It was very painful to ears as Harry shows Millie around. Because he'll only speak when there's a new place. Telling her the name of it and nothing more.

But it was clear that as minutes past by, the heavy atmosphere is finally settling down. Just like what it used to be when they were together back in the headquarters.

"Wait. Aren't there any curfew here or something?" Millie asked out, as they walk down the corridor towards the moving stairs.

It was getting darker and darker, and only the light on the lantern that Harry was holding, serves as their guide.

"Well, there are, but it seems like the Headmaster made some few orders so I can show you around," Harry answered, glancing in her direction and smiling a bit. The action put a smile on Millie's lips. They state at each other for a moment before moving on.

"So... Are getting any of this?" Harry asked once again, addressing about the places that he showed Millie.

"More or less. Okay, the dormitories... are in the dungeons?" Millie stated, quite not sure if she heard him right earlier.

"Well, the Slytherin tower, yes." Harry looks at her, waiting for a reaction of anything near furious, but Millie just shrugs about it.

"Well, I'm not surprised." she shrugged.

Then they finally reach the moving stairs. All of them shifting aside from the one they were stepping to.

"Harry... Wanna see something incredible aside from the moving stairs?" Harry look at Millie's eyes, obviously curious by the sudden mischief in her voice. He nodded at her. "But make sure to keep it a secret." Once again, Harry nodded. "Okay. Here we go!"

Millie made a gesture of showing her right fist in the middle of them. Hardy thought that she was fooling around until Millie whispered a word he didn't understand.

"Fos!" After that, an illuminating light seems to arise from inside Millie's fist. She made a slow gesture of opening them, and a ball of light, the size of a play ball appeared in Millie's hand.

She smiles at Harry's reaction before throwing it above them. It twirls in the air, before stopping in the middle. Enough to give them light for the whole place. It twirls around so elegant that even the moving portraits are in awe.

"What... was that?"

"Fos. A greek word for light. A spell I came up with on my own. I learned it from my Mom." They both gaze at the ball of light once again, before Harry looks back at Millie's face.

"You said it's a spell, but how? I didn't see a wand." Millie chuckled at his response. She playfully ruffles his hair and leans forward to fix his glasses.

"Well, that's the secret, Potter."

Harry smiled at her action. They roam for a few more minutes before Harry stopped.

"Well, you should be going," Harry exclaimed, obviously saying that they're parting ways.

"What?" Then Harry turns around, but Millie caught his wrist. "Wait. Stay... with me. Just for a while." Millie asked, not wanting to let him go because she very well know that tomorrow, Harry will be avoiding her again.

"But we have our first class tomorrow."

"You'll find that I can be very persuasive..." Millie smirk at Harry's furrowed brows, before leaning so much closer, that their noses are already touching.

Harry suddenly remembers the so abrupt kiss that they share back in the headquarters. He felt his face heating up, and Millie might not admit it, but she does remember the same thing.

"Come on, Harry." Millie persuades, which Harry finally gives in with a smile on his lips.

"Fine."

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Millie unenthusiastically moves the next day. It was her first day at Hogwarts, and she clearly hates being there. The only thing that makes her day, was the time she spent with Harry last night.

And if her luck was totally out when she was placed into Slytherin, it got worse. She was put into a room where she met a girl with a pug-like face and a girl with annoying rolling eyes that makes her look like a sophisticated bitch. Well, Millie's worse.

Wearing her Slytherin robe, and tucking her wand behind her ear, she descends to the common room of the Slytherin tower. Pug face and Bitch, following behind her. She didn't wait for them to speak a word and went straight into the stone door. Obviously agitated to get out. But before she can even step out afoot, another annoying person, in a form of a silver-haired boy, step right beside her and grab her arm.

"Where are you going so quickly? We still have a lot of time before -"

"Draco Malfoy, right?" The moment the boy's name slip past Millie's lips, a confident smirk curl on his lips. A smug look on his face, that says everyone knows about him and no one misses any information.

In Millie's case though, she knows about him, not because he's famous or something, but because she kept hearing his name from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, whenever they're talking about the people they hate the most in Hogwarts. How can Millie not recognize him, when he's standing out the most because of his silver hair?

"So, you've already heard about me? Interested?" Millie frown at him. She can't figure out whether he's trying to intimidate her or he's flirting with her. She seems to like him last night then now.

"Yup. I did. You know what I heard?" Everyone was anticipating her next words. Especially, Draco who intently stare at her. "I heard that you're nothing, but a prick of a jerk and you can't do anything without your father. You solely rely on him."

Dumbfounded wasn't enough to explain what everyone who heard what Millie said, have felt. They were all gawking at her as she left the tower.

It was Millie's first time in Hogwarts, but she was naturally good at directions, even though that doesn't make sense considering how she was cooped up in a prison cell for almost her whole life, so finding the Great Hall was not a choice for a struggle. Harry helped a lot last night too, after showing her around.

The moment Millie step inside the hall, all eyes were on her, exactly just like what happened last night. But as if the others didn't exist at all, her eyes quickly met a pair of green ones. Harry, along with Ron, Hermione, and another boy she doesn't know, stares at her. Not even knowing why, Millie felt a bit of joy inside her, so quick, that she felt as if it was a whiplash. She made a step towards them, but before she can make another one, they look away. This causes Millie's halt.

She then remembers how the group despises the Slytherins. She can't help but feel frustrated about that fact. The fact that they can throw all the times they've spent together with her back in the headquarters just because she happened to end up in the snake's class.

Overwhelmed by the frustration, she stomps her way to them. Ignoring every eye that follows her movements. With gritted teeth, she scoffs at them. Earning the group's attention, and all of them looking up at her. Though, Millie's eyes solely focus on Harry's. The boy that was just smiling at her last night as he shows her around.

"Just so you know, I wasn't originally placed in Slytherin. I was placed in all of the houses, and since that doesn't make any sense, Dumbledore made the stupid hat chose wherever he likes to put me. You know where that ends up, right? Considering that you guys are all acting like some high mighty prideful lions in front of me! You should know better, Harry Potter. Don't you think you have some hissing blood inside you?"

Millie's sudden burst was a surprise to the group, but it was Harry who was very offended in the end. He pushes himself up from his seat and glares at Millie. All the closeness they built back in Grimmauld place was gone as if they didn't exist at all.

"Watch your mouth, Mirabella." Millie can't help but smirk at his response. She suddenly can't believe that the boy who spent most of his time staying beside her and the boy who never leaves her dreams, was the same boy who can't even look at her the same as before.

"Then watch your actions first, the boy who lived. Because that nickname won't last long if you die."

"Why? Because you're going to kill me just like what you did before you end up in Azkaban?"

As if something snapped inside Millie, she instinctively grabs Harry's neck and leans closer. To the point that Harry almost felt like they're inhaling the same air to their connected lungs.

Hermione and Ron tried to step between them, but they suddenly felt the familiar chill they used to feel whenever Millie's pissed. The same chill that never fails to shut up Sirius Black's mother in portrait.

"Not because I'm being nice to you, I'll always be the same. You're wrong if you think so. I was able to kill dozen of Dementors, I won't hesitate about annihilating you just because you happened to defeat Voldemort once. Remember that!"

Harry felt it through his bones. He had never felt scared to anyone aside from the Dark Lord, but the calm tone of Millie that was coated with danger was enough to do so.

With another huff, Millie let go of Harry's collar, before turning her back from them and stomping her way towards the Slytherin table. She let out a snarl when she finally settled down, just to realize that everyone is still staring at her.

"Stare more, and before you know it, the trolls are already feasting in your eyeballs!" With such a bold statement, everyone looks away, but murmurs take place after it. Most of the students started whispering, much to Millie's dismay.

Not wanting to burst out of anger anymore and make more scene than what is necessary, Millie decided to gaze upon the High Table where the professors are eating their breakfast. Constantly chatting with each other. She even caught sight of Umbitch looking on her way, wearing her infamous pain in the eyes pink clothes. If that's what she calls clothes, Millie thought.

With a whoosh and a clatter, hundreds of owls came soaring in through the upper windows. They descended all over the Hall, bringing letters and packages to their owners and showering the breakfasters with droplets of water; it was clearly raining hard outside. Millie didn't expect one for her, since there's no one to message her at all, but a letter was drop on her lap by a random barn owl.

With knitted brows, Millie grabs the letter and carefully look around it, checking for any sign of where it came from. But no name and not even address. Only her nickname was written in front of it. In a neat cursive letter in the right bottom. Millie.

Completely suspicious, yet not enough to be cautious, Millie opens her letter, revealing more neat cursive letters inside.

Millie,

Hope you're enjoying your first day at Hogwarts. I know I'm not making any sense knowing what the real purpose behind your attending, but it wouldn't be bad to enjoy things. It wouldn't be bad to let loose for a bit. Let the adults take care of the bigger matters, and learn all you want.

Sincerely yours,

Goofy Dog

P.S: Keep an eye for a snake...

Millie doesn't know whether Sirius was being literal when he said 'Keep an eye for a snake', or he was just trying to tease her because she ends up in Slytherin, but both of it made her cautious more than she's ever been before.

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The day went eventful and uneventful at the same time. The moment Millie got her timetables, Draco peek over her shoulder and quickly made a fuss, just because Millie's timetable doesn't match any of them and that won't make sense considering she's a Slytherin. In the end, Millie finds out that her schedule matches everything that of Harry. Then she remembers how Dumbledore literally told her to keep an eye on the boy after she was sorted into Slytherin.

The only thing she couldn't understand, was why they put her in Slytherin if they could just put her in Gryffindor if they want her to keep an eye on Harry? She was sorted in all the houses the night Dumbledore brought the Sorting Hat in her room, and since such a thing doesn't make sense and won't work at all, the Headmaster made the hat chose the most appealing house for Millie, and that's when she ends up in Slytherin. But the work they gave her contradict her situation.

She wanted to complain, but doing so will also mean stomping her way into the High Table just to make the Headmaster talk to her. In the end, she ends up following Harry, Ron, and Hermione to their first class which was History of Magic. She even ends up sitting with Hermione, while Harry and Ron settled down on the sits on their right corner.

They suffered an hour and a half's droning on the subject of giant wars, which Millie didn't give an effort to listen to. Harry heard just enough within the first ten minutes to appreciate dimly that in another teacher's hands this subject might have been mildly interesting, but then his brain disengaged, and he spent the remaining hour and twenty minutes playing hangman on a corner of his parchment with Ron, while Hermione shot them filthy looks out of the corner of her eye.

It was near the end of the class when Hermione speak up, only enough for Millie, Harry, and Ron to hear.

"This morning... when you had a fight with Harry... You mentioned something about being sorted to all the houses. What do you mean?"

Millie made an effort of peaking from the book she was reading just to look at Hermione. Behind the girl, she can see the two boys secretly trying to listen to their conversation.

"Exactly what it sounds. Dumble- the Headmaster made an effort of seeing me himself with the Sorting Hat with him. The hat kept babbling about a lot of traits on me before it started shouting names. Slytherin. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff. It screamed all of the houses, and since it's impossible to be in all of them, the Headmaster made the Hat chose what's the most appealing house for me. And ta-dah! I end up in Slytherin. The house I hated the most, since the man who gave me his genes, used to be in that house."

The golden trio keeps their eyes on her. They're so intrigued with watch she said to the point that they didn't even notice the dismissal of the class. No one said anything after that, they just left the room with their things. Millie following them silently and not making any noise.

A fine misty drizzle was falling as they make their way to the damp courtyard so that the people standing in huddles around the edges of the yard looked blurred at the edges. Harry, Millie, Ron, and Hermione chose a secluded corner under a heavily dripping balcony, turning up the collars of their robes against the chilly September air. Millie once caught Harry's gaze, but the boy quickly turn around and face his friend and they started talking about what a professor named Snape was likely to set for them in their first lesson of the year. They had got as far as agreeing that it was likely to be something extremely difficult, just to catch them off guard after a two-month holiday, when someone walked around the corner towards them.

'Hello, Harry!' A very pretty girl that moves elegantly, stopped in front of Harry, and as if Harry saw a ghost, he was stunned.

'Hi,' said Harry, feeling his face grow hot.

Millie clench her fist at the sight. She doesn't even know she was clenching them at all. All she knew at that time, was that she was instantly irritated at the smile on Harry's lips upon seeing the girl. They even chat with the smiles on their lips, as if they really enjoy each other's company. Even Ron was constantly slipping on their conversation.

It was when the girl was gone, that Hermione speaks up.

"You are so tactless!" she exclaimed.

"What? I only asked her if-" Harry tried to reason, but quickly got cut off.

Millie instantly knew that something was going on between the two. She clearly can't understand why she felt so disappointed at the realization, but she didn't wait for the bell and quickly head off towards the dungeon where they would have their second class with Professor Snape. She was in a rush to leave them behind that she didn't notice the boy behind her, only when he made a sound.

"Hey." Millie stopped walking and face Draco, who was surprisingly smiling at her sincerely. No smirks on his lips, and definitely no cockiness in his voice. Really far from what she kept hearing from the golden trio.

"What do you want?" Millie unenthusiastically asked, continuing her walk with the boy now walking beside her.

"Well, maybe someone to walk with towards Potion." Millie looks at him from the corner of her eyes and frown.

"Potion? Do we have Potion together?" Draco just glances at her before smirking. Though it wasn't playful enough to appear as teasing.

"Every Slytherin has it. That's the only class we have together, and that doesn't make sense considering the house you were in."

Millie glance longer at the silver-haired boy and wonder whether the golden trio just really hates the boy and was bluffing about everything, or the boy in front of him was wearing a mask? Because he seems nice, even though Millie won't deny that he definitely has the thick air of arrogance around him.

"Maybe because I was a transfer, and that I have a lot of classes to catch up that matches my previous classes in my previous school," Millie stated, lending out neatly the lie Dumbledore told her if ever someone asks her.

Draco just shrugs, his hands inside his pockets. Millie just then realizes that he was alone. She can't help but wonder where the two boys he has with him this morning have gone off to.

"So... Are you going to tell me where the insults you told me this morning have come from?" Millie raises a brow at him and grins.

"Why would I?" She playfully said, letting the boy open the door to their room and letting her come in first, before following her into a vacant table behind the room.

"Maybe because it has something to do with me?" Draco countered back, matching the grin Millie has on her lips.

"Maybe I'll tell you when I can guarantee that you're not a pain in the ass anymore," Draco smirks at this.

"Deal?" he said, lending out his hand in front of him, which Millie grab and shake with.

"Deal!"

It didn't take long for the others to arrive. Millie's attention was surprisingly occupied by Draco, that she didn't even notice Harry, Ron, and Hermione, at all.

"Settle down," said Snape coldly, the professor that Millie remembers called her last night to tell her that Harry would show her around. He loudly shut the door behind him, that Millie had the impression that he was mad or something.

There was no real need for the call to order; the moment the class had heard the door close, quiet had fallen and fidgeting stopped. Millie notices that Snape's mere presence was totally enough to ensure a class's silence.

"Before we begin today's lesson," said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, "I think it's appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an 'Acceptable' in your OWL, or suffer my... displeasure."

His gaze lingered this time on a boy on the row of the Gryffindors, who gulped. Obviously knowing that the professor was talking about him.

"After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me," Snape went on. "1 take only the very best into my NEWT Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying goodbye." his eyes rested on Harry and his lip curled.

Millie quickly glance in Harry's direction and caught Harry glaring back at the professor as if feeling a grim pleasure at the idea that he would be able to give up Potions after the fifth year.

"But we have another year to go before that happy moment for farewell," said Snape softly, "so, whether or not you are intending to attempt NEWT, I advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high pass level I have come to expect from my OWL students."

Millie didn't give her all attention to what he was saying, considering that she was only attending the school just because Dumbledore said so. She didn't think that she'll pass the NEWT he was talking about, not because she's dumb, but because she believes that when the time of death comes, that exam won't revive her ass up.

"You seem uninterested," Draco whispered, looking at her face for any reaction.

"Being interested is a rare thing for me," she stated, not even glancing in Draco's direction.

"Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: if you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so need to pay close attention to what you are doing."

On Harry's left Hermione sat up a little straighter, her expression one of utmost attention.

"The ingredients and method -" Snape flicked his wand, "- are on the blackboard -" (they appeared there) "- you will find everything you need -" he flicked his wand again "- in the store cupboard -" (the door of the said cupboard sprang open) "- you have an hour and a half... start."

Millie doesn't know whether she'll be trouble with the task being easy or hard, since she doesn't even know anything about everything the professor just said. She just decided to take it easy considering the method on the blackboard.

The ingredients had to be added to the cauldron in precisely the right order and quantities; the mixture had to be stirred exactly the right number of times, firstly clockwise, then in anti-clockwise directions; the heat of the flames on which it was simmering had to below red or exactly the right level for a specific number of minutes before final ingredients was added. It wasn't a group work, so Millie was working on her own, but she notices that Draco would constantly check her process even she doesn't say so. She didn't say anything about it and just let him be, feeling confident with her work.

"A light silver vapour should now be rising from your potion," called Snape, with ten minutes left to go.

A smirk finds its way on Millie's work turns out the exact thing the Professor just said. It was the Slytherin that Snape surveyed first. Sweeping one by one on the student's cauldrons. There were so few that got the outcome he wants, and when he swept by in front of Millie's cauldron, the man gazes at her with unreadable looks before turning around and heading towards the Gryffindors.

"He didn't say anything, does that mean it's okay?" Millie muttered out loudly, enough for Draco to hear.

"You can say that." He answered, looking at his cauldron that finally started letting out a mist of silver vapours.

Content with her work, Millie profoundly look around to see other's works, especially the golden trio. Harry, who was sweating profusely looked desperately around the dungeon, though he didn't meet Millie's gaze. His own cauldron was issuing copious amounts of dark grey steam; Ron's was spitting green spark. A boy near them was feverishly prodding the flames at the base of his cauldron with the tip of his wand, as they seemed to be going out. The surface of Hermione's potion, however, was a shimmering mist of silver vapour, and as Snape swept by he looked down his hooked nose at it without comment, which meant he could do nothing to criticize.

At Harry's cauldron, however, Snape stopped and looked down at it with a horrible smirk on his face.

"Potter, what is this supposed to be?" Millie suddenly felt a strong urge to throw her cauldron at the back of Professor's head. It seems that Snape has favoritism that needs some beating the shit out.

The Slytherins at the front of the class, aside from Millie, all looked up eagerly; they loved hearing Snape taunt Harry.

"The Draught of Peace," said Harry tensely.

"Tell me, Potter," said Snape softly, "can you read?" At the professor's words, Millie almost snapped, if only she didn't see Hermione's warning looks, she would've storm towards the professor and cuss him. Seems like, Dumbledore was right about her so thin of a patience.

Draco Malfoy laughed at what the professor said, but then stopped when he felt the dark stare Millie was giving him.

"Yes, I can," said Harry, his fingers clenched tightly around his hand.

"Read the third line of instructions for me, Potter." Harry squinted at the blackboard; it was not easy to make out the institutions through the haze of multi-colored steam now filling the dungeon.

"Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counter-clockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes then add two drops of syrup of hellebore." His art sank. Harry had not added syrup of hellebore but had proceeded straight to the fourth line of the instructions after allowing his potion to simmer for seven minutes.

"Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?" The professor, the mocking tone so vivid on Millie's ears.

"No.," said Harry very quietly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"No.," said Harry, more loudly. "I forgot the hellebore."

"I know you did Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesce."

The contents of Harry's potion vanished; he was left standing foolishly beside an empty cauldron.

"Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name and bring it up to my desk for testing," said Snape. "'Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed on Thursday."

Millie frustratedly follows the man's instructions and fill one flagon with a sample of her potion, and label it with her name before thrusting it on Draco's hands.

"Do me a favor and bring that on Snape's desk. I don't like him." Millie exclaimed, not even waiting for Draco's answer then bolted out of the room. Clenching her fists constantly as she tries to calm her anger down. The bell hasn't ring at all, but she's already far from the room, seething with frustration she can't even understand the reason for.

She was not alone when she came to the great hall. There were other students from other houses and different years. Even the table for the Slytherin was not vacant. She took a seat at the end of the table, just so there's no one to bother her, and start her lunch.

It was Harry who came after her from the class of Potions. Hermione and Ron were not behind him, so Millie that he might've left them behind, seeing that he's also seething with anger.

Shaking her head, she continues eating her own lunch, trying not to look at Harry, even though she keep struggling with keeping her eyes on her food. It didn't take long for Hermione and Ron to appear. Harry had started his lunch when they came, after that, they chat. While Millie, remains sitting along on the table she was in.

Well, that was until Draco take a seat beside her, followed by Blaise Zabini, Pug face, Bitch Face, and Goyle. She didn't ask for their names, she heard them from Draco.

"Do you love being alone?" It was Pansy who asked, a.k.a Bitch Face.

"Do you love sticking your nose to other people's businesses?" Once again, she was too stunned to answer, while Bulstrode a.k.a Pug Face just glares at her.

Draco, Blaise, and Goyle snicker at her remarks, which pissed Pansy more.

"So... Why don't you like Professor Snape?" Draco curiously asked, remembering how Millie practically ordered him to bring her sample to Professor Snape's desk just because she hates the man.

"Maybe because her itsy bitsy precious Potter got scolded. I mean, it was obvious that she likes him." If Millie could stab anyone she hates, she would definitely stab Pansy first.

"Oh, yes, Pansy. I like Potter. Well, at least I have the strength to confess, instead of sticking my ass on a boy's dick just so he can notice me."

This causes an uproar around the table. Those who had heard what Millie said, have either gasp or laugh, while Pansy was clearly offended. She slams the table in front of her and abruptly stands up, glaring intensely at Millie.

"What are you trying to say, you bitch?!"

"What?! I was just telling the truth, Parkinson. It has only been few hours since I started here, but that hours were enough for me to see how desperate you can get just so Draco can notice you. Am I wrong? I mean, I'm definitely new here and you guys know each other for years, but isn't it that hard to hide your fantasies? I bet, that if you could just have a chance, even a bit, you'll jump at Draco and do everything to make him make out with you."

There was a sickening grin on Millie's lips. The very proof that shows how much she enjoys what's going on. She raises a brow at the direction of the seething Pansy, waiting for the girl to say something, but instead of doing so, the girl launches forward and grab Millie's hair. Taking the latter into surprise.

Draco quickly launches from his seat to stop Pansy, but Bulstrode was pushing him aside, clearly enjoying what was happening. But only Hermione has seen how Millie gets when she gets angry...

What she truly capable of when anger blinded her...

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