~Harry's POV~
I'm sitting here in the only room I try to avoid the most in this damned school. Ms. Graves is pacing back and forth behind her desk and I'm just waiting for her to blow up or tell me I'm fired or whatever s**t she has planned in her mind for me.
"Why?" She looks at me and her face is flat.
"Why what?" I know what she's asking.
"Don't play stupid," she sighs. "You are one of our best teachers here...come to find out you are fraternizing with Ms. Cavanaugh. That's disappointing. I thought more of you Harry." I just look at her, my face emotionless.
"I don't know what you heard, but all I did was help her. While you are worrying about this you have a student who nearly raped her walking around your halls. But this is what you worry about?" I half-laugh.
"Zaid Winters will
