Snubbed

I always thought we were friends.

Well, now I suppose we're not anymore, are we?

Are we?!

All that attention has gotten into your head now, hasn't it?

Oh, joy, the-boy-who-lived lives again.

So what if you've defeated Lord Voldemort yet again?

To hell with him, I say.

Yes, I do dare to speak his name.

LORD VOLDEMORT. You hear me? I said LORD VOLDEMORT.

I can't believe I ever feared his name.

Oh, and screw the Lord part.

He doesn't deserve to be worshipped.

He's nothing but a messed-up, deranged freak of nature with delusions of grandeur.

Just like you.

I suppose there is a similarity that bonds you two together after all. Other than that stupid scar that you keep boasting of.

Pity I didn't realise it sooner. I should've known.

Heartless freaks.

If even a sucker like you can defeat him so many times, he can't be that bad.

You've changed. Or maybe you were always like that, and I was just too starstruck to realise it.

You're not the friend I used to know and love.

You're not the boy-next-door I knew for years.

Well, fine, go join Malfoy and his cronies. It's what you want, isn't it?

They're the popular ones. To you, at least.

So now you think you're all that, just because you've defeated your fellow loser yet again, all by yourself.

Well, face it you bloody egoistical git.

You couldn't have done it without me and Hermione.

But you just refuse to admit it, because you can't take the fact that not everything is all about you for once.

You don't want us to steal the limelight from you.

Now you think you're too cool for us.

Well...

REALITY CHECK. You're not. And we don't need you anymore.

All you do is take. But you never ever stop to give.

Oh, and on the Hogwarts Express?

Now I realise you were just flaunting your wealth.

At least we earn our money. Yours is just inheritance. Like everything else you do, you're just taking credit for something someone else did.

I don't doubt that your parents were great.

Unfortunately, that gene doesn't seem to have been passed on to you.

You won't do well in the real world, now that there isn't anyone to do everything for you.

No, I take that back.

You can just write about how you defeated that stupid brainless fool who dares to call himself Lord.

All about how fantastic you were in single handedly defeating him, while Hermione and I were standing by and watching the real hero at work without doing anything.

Now I think about it, you wouldn't even mention our names. You'd just conveniently forget about the two best friends who helped you through all these years.

And stop pestering my sister.

She deserves much better than you.

So just screw off. She already has a guy, and he's worth a thousand Harry Potters.

Anyway, don't think I don't know that you're just using her as a cover-up.

I know about your homosexuality.

I heard you crying over Malfoy that night, just because he asked Ginny out.

And you practically faint when he talks to you, civil or not.

I have eyes, you know. I can see. It's so blatantly obvious. And so can everybody else.

And trust me, Malfoy will never notice you.

Why would he? Or anyone else for that matter?

You're nothing more than a backstabbing, attention-seeking snake.

So, stop trying to seduce my sister.

She's long gotten over you, in case you haven't noticed. Which you most likely haven't, given your unbelievably bloated ego.

Understand?

Now, sod off.

You're as bad as Lockhart, praising yourself and absolutely refusing to see anything that's against you.

And if you ask me, after destroying Voldemort...you're just trying to take over his role.

Just what the wizarding world needs, another puffed-up egotistical wannabe world dominator.

The world celebrates the birth of another brainless murderer that kills simply the fun of it.

NOT.

I know you were the one who tried to enchant a knife to stab Hermione to death.

Fred and George invented this thingamajic that's kinda like a fellytone. Except without the numbers and all. And I heard you and Malfoy planning it in class.

But it backfired, like most of your other silly spells.

That's what you get for thinking about who to kill next, instead of listening in class.

Even I managed to beat you in O.W.L.S, for Merlin's sake.

And now I can hear you and Malfoy putting your heads together and chuckling over at the Slytherin table.

Everybody knows who you're talking about.

Your ex-best friends.

I can hear, you know.

I've got ears, thank you very much.

So what if my family isn't as f*cking wealthy as yours?

At least we're all together, and we love each other.

So just screw off to...Malfoy Manor.

Just leave us alone.

We're just as happy as any other millionaire family.

Money isn't everything.

Besides, Fred and George are gathering in quite a lot with their joke shop.

And when it's enough, they'll pay you back your Triwizard winnings.

So we won't owe you anything anymore.

And...

Oh, shut up Hermione.

Stop defending him.

He probably doesn't even remember you anymore. Or doesn't care.

I said, stop speaking up for him!

Who's your boyfriend, me or him?

If you really like him that much even now, go off to him then.

Go.

I said you could go.

Why aren't you going!

Aww, c'mon, Hermione!!

You know I was just joking!

Oh, all right, sorry then!

I'll stop.

But I still hate him. And nothing anyone can do or say will change that.

He's not that great.