Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters or places or anything else you recognize, you know who does if you recognize them.Contains spoilers for Deathly Hallows. yeahhh.

Summary: Astoria Greengrass was a smart girl yet throughout her life she came across some sillys things

A/N:Thank you to yous who reviewed!Sorry if you've been waiting on this. School has me on a lead at the moment.-sigh-But heres another wee chap, i've not had time to really check over this so there will likely been quite a few mistakes. And as always I apologize for my errors.

"Not that it would have mattered to you anyway! You don't care anymore, so you can just continue to stride about this place with your head held high all you want, with your lackeys at your heels and Patterson on your arm!"

Astoria never really liked to scream, it hurt her throat too much. She left the screaming to Daphne who would scream at their father when she didn't get what she wanted or when something didn't go her way. But no, Astoria didn't like screaming, it seemed rather pointless and a silly thing to do. She didn't like raising her voice either and she supposed she never really had any need to scream before.

She'd never felt anger so hot that she felt it flaring in her chest or hate so thick that it stuck in her throat and made her eyes water. But after three weeks of being ignored by the one person who she cared most about and watching him act so out of character and pompous; she felt such anger and hate flicker within her, but no, still not enough to make her scream; screaming was a useless thing that girls did when they got over-emotional and she was not like that, she had her fathers calm attitude and demeanour. But as she watched him go about his days smirking and sneering down his nose at others, she knew that with a grimace and a wave of annoyance that her calmness would not always be there.

And she had been right.

For now she stood opposite him in the fifth floor corridors, flushed, teary eyed, hot and angry, fists tight at her sides and head pounding. Draco stood with his eyes narrowed, his cheeks slightly red and mouth firm and, of course, his arm in a sling from the accident that happened in his Care of Magical Creature Class that morning. She had heard of it and frowned; concerned, but after seeing him in the hallways only minutes afterwards she'd dismissed at as just a scratch and that's all it really was. But he might as well of had his arms ripped off from the way he was acting. Astoria had rolled her eyes and avoided him and his words at all costs, he was milking it for all it was worth and it make her feel sick knowing that he did such petty things.

She felt that she had never known him at all and all the days she spent with him didn't happen and all his words were lies.

She'd felt the rising anger and thick constriction that came when she was around him or when she thought of him and walked away intending to spend the remainder of the night in Ravenclaw Tower; she supposed Draco had noticed her leave the hall and chose to follow her.

He had caught up with her and turned her to face him and she'd let him with confusion; shocked at having him near her, it was the first time he'd acknowledged her since she started Hogwarts. He acted as though he'd spoken to her yesterday and smiled that teasing smile that he saved for her. She hated it right away and wanted to swipe it off his pale stupid face. The unpleasant feeling rose stronger than before as she looked at him up close and it flared as he spoke, as if his whole being was fuel for the raging fire in her small chest.

"Why haven't you come to see me yet?" he had said mocking a scowl and angry tone, "I thought you'd visit me while in the Hospital Wing and I was surprised you never came to see how I was." He'd raised his good arm and put his hand on his chest dramatically; she'd narrowed her eyes and exhaled deeply. The fire in her chest flickered and the smoke rose to her throat and she felt the heat rushing to her cheeks.

How dare he! Not one word in three weeks, not even an attempt to come and see how she was fitting in and he still expects her to come and see him because of his own stupidity. He was a pompous, stupid, nasty little boy that made her want to hit something. As if he needed more attention anyway, he was followed by Slytherins all claming to be his friends; she bet not one of them liked him for after only watching how he treated others she possibility hated him.

"You were only in the Hospital Wing for five minutes, Draco, your arms bloody fine and I was in class. Did you expect me to miss my lessons to fuss over nothing for you?" she'd folded her arms in front of her chest, half expecting to feel heat there and half hoping there was. Draco had frowned, his smile melted from face and she had wanted to laugh; good it least that's one thing gone.

"What do you mean 'Nothing'! I nearly had my arm taken off by a brute of a beast, and you didn't even have the decently to come and see how I was!"

She had wondered briefly if it was possible for her to be burnt from the inside out before scowling and clamping her fists by her sides to stop from herself hitting him,

"Don't dare try and say that I don't care about you when it's the other way around, Draco! You're my only friend in this castle and out, you know this, and still you have yet to ask me how I am! Your arm is fine, it's a cut that didn't even reach the bone and it's healed with no scar, yet I've been walking around this bloody place by myself for a month with no one to turn to!"

Oh, it felt so good to finally word her feelings, to let it all out, it was like putting a cooling charm on a burn. She did notice that her voice was rising as she spoke, but that was fine, it felt good to see him step back and frown.

He had stepped back slightly; good hand by his side, face frowning and eyes narrowed; he wasn't used to being shouted at, and by a girl younger than him no less. It took him awhile to reply and that angered her further, he hadn't even noticed that he was ignoring her; he'd forgotten completely about her.

"If you wanted to talk to me so badly you would have came and visited me in the Hospital Wing, I'd have spoken to you then." Tears unwillingly came to her eyes.

Didn't he understand that she'd wanted to speak with him since first arriving at Hogwarts and seeing him? How did he not know that she hated how he behaved here and how much she wanted things to be like there were during the summer?

But he would never know any of those things, how could he when he didn't even try.

Astoria chest burnt; was this why Daphne screamed? Did she hate her and father? Astoria didn't want this hate, this anger towards him but it was there and he didn't realise just how much he was hurting her.

"Not that it would have mattered to you anyway! You don't care anymore, so you can just continue to stride about this place with your head held high all you want, with your lackeys at your heels and Parkinson on your arm!"

That did it, he straightened so that he looked down his nose at her and sneered, an ugly look she was accustomed to seeing on his face nowadays; she was no better than dirt now.

"Fine, Astoria, since I care so little I'll leave you to your little studies; just as your father warned me to and because you think oh so highly of me for doing you good, I'll make sure to keep away from you!"

His lips curled horribly at the right side and he stepped towards her so that she could feel his breathe on her face.

Her mind wasn't working right, things weren't going in, but they were coming out and she was suddenly reminded of the summer before, the last time he was this close; he had kissed her.

And yet here they were only months after, the two of them fighting and everything hot and hurting.

"I'll stride away to my own business with my own friends and leave you to yours." He hissed watching her eyes and she wanted to back away but couldn't move. Her chest still burnt and her throat constricted, but this was not anger anymore. She didn't know what it was, but whatever it was it hurt worse than the anger. She just wanted it to go away and screaming at him like that had helped but she knew screaming would not diminish this new burning.

Draco took a step back and turned away. What he said as he walked away shook her as though she had been hexed with a freezing charm that sent shivers down her spine.

"I don't need a little useless girl like yourself. I'll let you be with your toys."

Then he was gone.

And she was cold, cold to the bone, the fire gone and her once again alone. She wondered numbly where all the heat had gone and subconsciously she raised a hand and touched her cheek.

Oh, there.

She was crying. Warm tears grazed her cheeks and she blinked, feeling stupid for not knowing she had started to cry and childish for doing such a thing.

She turned, heading towards Ravenclaw Tower, continuing her journey as planned. She didn't need to think, her legs took her, knowing the turns and steps, having walked these hallways many times before.

Six words continuously replayed themselves in her mind; going around and making her feel sick and horrible each time.

"…just as your father warned me to…just as your father warned me to…"

Her father had warned Draco not to disturb her in her studies, he had warned her best friend to stay away from her.

As much as she loved him for it and understood why he had did it, she hated her father in that moment. Yes, he wanted her to come out top, he was like that with Quidditch as well; always wanted her to play to the best of her ability, and now that she was the first Ravenclaw in her family he wanted her to be better than most.

And Draco had wanted that too, she realised with pain, he'd actually did what he was told for once because it would help her.

She stopped, having climbed the many stairs and faced the door and it's thick bronze eagle knocker, automatically she knocked it once and let go. She watched as its beak moved yet she heard nothing and continued to stare at the door. She couldn't think straight; her head hurt and so did her chest and throat, trying to answer a riddle toped it off and she slid to the floor and let her tears silently fall.

"I'm so stupid, I should have known he'd never ignore me out of badness."

"I'm sorry, that is incorrect. Please try again" the sweet voice of the Tower Guardian sounded and she groaned.

She should never have screamed at him.

Astoria had to wait an hour before one of her housemates returned from dinner and let her in, she crawled to bed dry eyed and stared at her canopy until sleep claimed her.

She promised herself never to do such a silly thing as scream again.

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