046. Pot Kettle Black - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
"I hate you."
"Oh, ouch."
"You think you're so good."
"Which I am."
"You think anyone else is filth when really it's just you."
They glared at each other for a long moment, not blinking or breaking their gaze. Everyone around them gave a few weird looks but mainly walked on, used to it. It was a bit interesting though, a fight was always something of excitment in Hogwarts hallways especially since it didn't happen all that often.
"You make me sick. You're weak without your little gang."
"And you're not?"
"Actually, I'm not. I can stand on my own without them, and I've done things you never could without anyone else. They stick by me though, I don't cling to them or scare them into sticking by me. They're my friends, which is a title you'd never really understand."
"Are you done yet?"
"No, I'm not. You're disgusting. If we were in the real world without your family to protect and look after you, you'd hit the bottom in a second. You're worthless, you're only the puppet of everyone else and you suck up to anyone and everyone just to get what you want. Don't you feel sick of yourself at the end of the day? How can you live with yourself?"
"The question should be, how can you live with yourself? You brush everyone else away saying you don't want to 'drag them down', but really it's because you can't be bothered with them and you feel they're below you as well. You're a fine lie to be sprouting this all at me, but really when you think about it, you do it all the same as well. Just like most people in this world."
"I do not!"
"Hit a nerve, have I?"
"You're so stupid you don't even know what you're talking about."
"Reverting to insults already, I appear to have hurt you. You can't even see what's really going on, or the true you like I can, and that thought has got to kill you as soon as you finally realise that it's true."
He picked up his book bag and brushed past him, leaving the raven haired male red faced with anger. How dare he just walk away, as cool as a cuccumber about it all?
A red head, his cheeks even reder than her hair, walked up to him with her arms folded accross her chest."
"Can you believe him!?" he erupted, turning to the stone wall and hitting it.
She glared at him for a long moment until he finally looked at her.
"What's the matter with you?" he snapped.
"Jeez, pot kettle black."
"...What?"
"Pot kettle black. ...As in, the pot calling the kettle black."
He still looked at her blankly, making her sighed.
"What I mean, Harry," Ginny looked annoyed. "Is that you call Draco all these things, but when it comes down to it, you're not much better yourself. Everything you call Draco? Is you."
<--- 045. Liquorice || 047. Concubine --->
"Oh, ouch."
"You think you're so good."
"Which I am."
"You think anyone else is filth when really it's just you."
They glared at each other for a long moment, not blinking or breaking their gaze. Everyone around them gave a few weird looks but mainly walked on, used to it. It was a bit interesting though, a fight was always something of excitment in Hogwarts hallways especially since it didn't happen all that often.
"You make me sick. You're weak without your little gang."
"And you're not?"
"Actually, I'm not. I can stand on my own without them, and I've done things you never could without anyone else. They stick by me though, I don't cling to them or scare them into sticking by me. They're my friends, which is a title you'd never really understand."
"Are you done yet?"
"No, I'm not. You're disgusting. If we were in the real world without your family to protect and look after you, you'd hit the bottom in a second. You're worthless, you're only the puppet of everyone else and you suck up to anyone and everyone just to get what you want. Don't you feel sick of yourself at the end of the day? How can you live with yourself?"
"The question should be, how can you live with yourself? You brush everyone else away saying you don't want to 'drag them down', but really it's because you can't be bothered with them and you feel they're below you as well. You're a fine lie to be sprouting this all at me, but really when you think about it, you do it all the same as well. Just like most people in this world."
"I do not!"
"Hit a nerve, have I?"
"You're so stupid you don't even know what you're talking about."
"Reverting to insults already, I appear to have hurt you. You can't even see what's really going on, or the true you like I can, and that thought has got to kill you as soon as you finally realise that it's true."
He picked up his book bag and brushed past him, leaving the raven haired male red faced with anger. How dare he just walk away, as cool as a cuccumber about it all?
A red head, his cheeks even reder than her hair, walked up to him with her arms folded accross her chest."
"Can you believe him!?" he erupted, turning to the stone wall and hitting it.
She glared at him for a long moment until he finally looked at her.
"What's the matter with you?" he snapped.
"Jeez, pot kettle black."
"...What?"
"Pot kettle black. ...As in, the pot calling the kettle black."
He still looked at her blankly, making her sighed.
"What I mean, Harry," Ginny looked annoyed. "Is that you call Draco all these things, but when it comes down to it, you're not much better yourself. Everything you call Draco? Is you."
<--- 045. Liquorice || 047. Concubine --->