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๐—ข๐—บ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ. - ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜.

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At the end of the class, Fiona was so irritated from Slughorn's everlasting comments, that she quickly packed up her bag and rushed to the exit, where Rana already was waiting for her. They continued to walk to the next class, which was Charms.

For a moment there was silence between both of the girls, until Fiona decided to finally speak up and asked with an accusing undertone "Why didn't you tell me beforehand anything about your twin brother?"

Rana just gave up a calculating look and answered with a short "I wanted to see how you would handle such situations," and added with a pointed look "I can't be always there for you, sometimes you have to be self-reliant!"

Fiona was still a little irritated but accepted the answer with a short nod and both girls continued their way to Charms classroom.

Out of nowhere someone grabbed Fiona's hand and whispered in her ear with a deep masculine voice "After the end of this Class, we need to talk, love." It was Abraxas Malfoy, he walked ahead as if nothing happened and took his place at the last row.

All of a sudden, Fiona started to feel uneasy. Something inside her, told her that this conversation with Abraxas wasn't something to look forward.

She looked at Rana, but the other girl only shook her head in warning, with a hint not to cause a scene. Fiona knew she had to rely on herself now and had to deceive Abraxas that she hadn't change at all.

All of a sudden, she remembered that her favorite Loui Vuitton wasn't with her and the girl also didn't find it in the room she woke up. She has to find the bag, her Fenty lip-gloss, which cost her a little fortune, was in there and more importantly her PHONE! But again, sooner or later her phone will run out of battery and won't be of any use.

Charms was a disaster, she couldn't do any of the spells the professor performed in front of the class correctly. In addition to that, she got funny looks from her classmates. Some of the Gryffindors had the audacity to openly laugh at her miserability.

Her own housemates just looked mostly confused at her failures of not casting a single spell right - not even the simple ones. Rana, who was sited right next to her, looked not even the slices bit surprised at her situation, but there was concern in her eyes.

The raven-haired girl helped where she could, but it wasn't enough. For a girl who only became in contact with magic since yesterday, to master a seventh-year spell, was inexplicable and impossible.

Fiona didn't even want to know how the last row looked at her, which was occupy by Tom Riddles friends or rather his followers and her would-be fiancรฉ was one of them, she cannot afford that they become suspicion of her.

So, the half Indian-half Hispanic girl avoided looking back and tried her best not to attract unnecessary attention. Finally, the class ended, and everyone rushed to the exit, but before Fiona could even stand up, the Charms Professor, Gideon Garrison, called her out for shortly stay behind.

Rana took her hand and squeezed it reassuring with a small smile, saying everything will be okay. Fiona could only watch her retiring form walking out of the classroom. She quickly went to the front, where the teacher's desk was located and waited nervous about what the teacher wanted to talk to her.

"Miss. Zabini, you may wondering why I asked you to stay behind and after I saw your todays performance in my class I am forced to ask - is everything alright?"

Fiona froze up for a short among of time, but quickly put up a fake embarrassed smile and answered with a sheepish voice "I apologize. I was totally off tack today; it was one of those bad days! It won't happen again sir!" At the end tightening her grip at her bag.

"If that's all, I am taking my leave, because I have to rush to my other classes!" The teacher only answered with a short "I expect better next time!" And dismissed her with a nod.

Fiona just rushed out of the room and as she was about to cross the door as a hand grabbed her, it was Abraxas. She looked up and just wanted to turn around and run away. "Fuck, what do I do now? Fiona chill out, act normal as possible!" She thought slightly panicked to herself.

The girl tried to put up a faked happy smile, but he only narrowed his eyes. "Too much, you nitwit! Don't act out of character!!" She scolded herself in silence and quickly dropped the smile.

She looked down arrogant at her nails and asked with an impatient voice "What do you want? I have places to be and can't waste my precious time on you."

"Drop the act Fiona, where were you yesterday?" He asked with a serious tone and looked expectantly at her.

She glanced at him briefly and answered coldly "I went out obviously, but if you want to know it more precisely, I had to go out somewhere on quick notice and no, I won't tell you where I went. It's none of your business!"

Suddenly the air around them got tense, she could practically feel his anger towards her. But she can't tell him the truth and even if she did, he will hardly believe when she says Hey you know, I just switch universe with your fiancรฉ. So from now on will take her place. "Yeah - no, definitely not gonna say that!" she thought grimly to herself.

"Now listen here you wench, you will and I will never repeat this again - listen to me. When I ask you a question, you will give me an answer. When I give you an order, you will obey it, no question asked!"

Malfoy's face was flushed red with suppressed rage. In his once fascinating stormy eyes - a hurricane raved, which promised destruction if she didn't listen to his demand right now.

The only thing she could think about at that moment was "Yeah, I already fucked up!"

"Anyways, it won't matter soon. My parent want us attending together at our yearly Christmas party. Be ready and pack your bags for this Saturday, we will use the flow at the Headmasters office. We will meet the others at the ball."

He stroked gently over her cheek and finally said to her with a smug grin on his face. "We will get married soon, you better start listening to your soon-to-be husband. But again, you always were the vivacious kind of women, one of the reasons I why I like you. The other reasons I will tell you on our wedding night." The last part he slowly whispered in her right ears and smirked at the end. After that Abraxas turned around and casually walked away.

She could still feel his hot breath in her ear.

"Why, you little shit?! Pendejo! Hijo de puta!! He's not even waiting for my response, that ego of his needs to be drop by a few 100% percents!" Fiona thought angrily to herself.

Why does it have to be her in this fucked up situation, she couldn't easily accept it. She knew life was unfair, but this was to much.

She met some pricks in her life, but Abraxas is taking the fucking first row all by himself.

"And how the fuck, could I possibly know where the next class will be?" She muttered annoyed to herself.

Yeah, today can be called on of the worst days in her life. If she just listened to her mother and prayed to god every night like a good catholic child. Maybe she wouldn't end up here.

"But there has to be a way, to get rid of his ass," Fiona mumbled to herself "even though he got a nice ass." she begrudgingly admit.

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๐—›๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ - ๐—œ ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—•๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ. ๐—œ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฌ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—œ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ต๐—ฎ, ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—น๐˜†, ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ!

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†. ๐—ฃ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜† ๐—ผ ๐˜‚ ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ! (๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น^^)

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