As I walk back to the heads dorm I think about other people being aware of my deal, this situation, especially old pure blood families. Of course they would all talk. All of this will be getting back to my parents. I don’t think I care, but a small part of me cringes at what they would all say. What I used to say about her to justify bringing her up. My mother... what did she think. My father was always so vocal, so disappointed I couldn’t best her. I lock myself in my room for the rest of the night, pen a letter to Potter, requesting access to my library for Hermione’s sake. Then I pull out a second piece of paper. I stare at it for a long time, almost until the candle I lit had burned itself out. I don’t need to speak to my parents. All they’ve done is led me astray. I don’t need them. I vow to never need anyone ever again.