Ron's POV August 4, 2006
I didn't mean for it to happen that way. It wasn't supposed to be that bad. I'll never forgive myself for what I've done.
Our POV September 10, 2005
Hermione walked down the corridor, her boyfriend's arm around her waist. She heard clammering from behind her and someone yelling, "Hermione! Wait up!" She turned and waited as Ron ran to catch up. "Hey Hermione! Hey, Harry, What's- hey, um, do you have something you want to tell me?" Ron asked, staring intently at where Harry's hand gripped Hermione's waist.
Harry took a deep breath. Hermione grabbed his other hand, kissed him on the cheek and said, "I think I'd better get to class." And headed off, leaving Harry to face Ron alone.
Harry had practiced what he was going to say, knowing this moment would come, but before he could get a word out, Ron started bitching, "You bloody bastard! I can't believe you! You should of at least told me before you started fricken dating! And at the very least, you should have told me before I found out in the middle of a goddamn corridor! What a fucking sick way to find out my best friends are fricken dating! Do you know what this could do our friendship? What it's already done? Do you? You have no goddamn idea."
Harry had stopped listening at this point, seeing people crowding around to see the specticle. He could feel the anger boiling within him, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. "You know what, Ron." He managed to get out.
"What, Harry, got another knife you'd like to stick into my back?" Ron spat back.
That was the last straw. Harry said the first thing that came to his mind, "You're just mad Hermione picked me and not you!"
Ron stood there for a moment, then whispered to Seamus who was standing beside him, eager to hear more, "You're going to need to take him to the infirmery." Then Ron slammed his fist into Harry's face, knocking Harry immediately to the ground. Ron turned, "Tell him I'll be in to see him later." Then walked off.
Hermione's POV
I walked into my Advanced Expert Transfiguration IV class and sat down in the back row I shared with just my enemy Draco Malfoy. Four of the other six students were already there waiting. The class usually started early, unless Malfoy was in one of his "moods" which I already knew he was in. I thought back on my earlier encounter with him. ~*Flashback*~
I walked into the common room we now shared as Head Boy and Head Girl to find him punching the brick wall above the fireplace, the same place he took his anger out on everyday since the start of school 10 days before. I was beginning to think I could see an invisible dent forming there. "What are you looking at, Mudblood?" He asked angrily.
"I'm watching an imbasol hit a brick wall with his fist, apparently hoping to get results." I spat back at him, realizing that was the wrong thing to say.
"You know what," malfoy said, muttering something under his breath, pointing his wand at the wall, "I think I got reasults so piss off, Mudblood." He turned and walked away, leaving me staring at the now fully dented brick wall above the fireplace. ~*Endflashback*~
Yes, he really was pissed and wasn't going to show up for class until he absolutely had to. I found my mind wandering back to Ron and Harry in the hall as I heard the door open. Malfoy strut in with one of his trademark smirks on his face. "What's with you, Malfoy?" I mumbled to him quietly as he took his seat next to me. I could tell by the glint in his eyes he found something amusin.
"What's it to you, Mudblood?" He grumbled back.
"Piss off Malfoy, I was just asking." I said thinking the conversation was done, but he continued.
"I didn't think he had it in him." Malfoy said quietly.
"What the hell are you talking about ferret?" I mumbled as Proffessor Dumbledore stood up to start class.
"Shut up Mudblood, class has started." Malfoy said back.
Since when had Malfoy when class started? But I decided not to bother anymore. Whatever he'd been talking about didn't effect me.
"Oh, it does, Mudblood, it does." I thought I heard Malfoy say.
I turned to him, "What did you say?"
He looked up from the notes he's been taking, "What are you talking about Mudblood?
He asked with a smirk on his face.
I dismessed it again and continued to write down what Dumbledore had written on the board. I couldn't help glancing over at Malfoy taking his notes. Something had happened over the summer making him even more dashing. I mentally slapped myself for both thinking such a thing and using the word dashing.
I saw Malfoy smirk and I turned back to my paper, my cheeks reddening.
Draco's POV
Listening to her thoughts was amusing and she did have a point, I was incredibly dashing. I ran my hand though my hair and heard her think, "O my god!" I couldn't help stifling a laugh. It came out as a slight snort of laughter. "Something funny, Mr. Malfoy?" I heard Dumbledork ask from the front of the classroom.
"I'm sorry sir, but this topic is so stupid. Why would anyone want to turn someone into a turtle?" I asked hearing Granger think, "I can come up with a few reasons..."
"You never know, Mr. Malfoy, there may come a time you need this spell." Dumbledork said, then continued, "Seeing how you don't like this specific spell, why don't I pair you up and you can choose a different animal, sound fair?"
I thought about it for a moment and nodded. Dumbledork looked at the six of us, "Right then, we'll do it in seating arrangement, Ms. Chang with Mr. Feltchley; Mr. Finnigan with Mr. Longbottom, and Ms. Ganger with Mr. Malfoy."
I heard Granger think, "O god no, at least I'll get to turn him into a ferret." I turned to her and said, "There will be no ferret spells this time, Granger." Her cheeks turned slightly red which gave her a heavenly glow.
"Let's just get started Malfoy." She said.
"Oh, but wait Ms. Ganger," Dumbledork said, "I think this is going to be a little more advance than that. You will need to create a new spell to turn your partner into something else, an animal or an object. This will take a full term. Good luck!" He turned to leave, "Oh! And don't forget, you'll have to work with your partner outside of class." And was gone. It was common for him to leave on headmaster business during class, so we paid no attention to it.
I turned back to Ganger who thought, "When did Malfoy get so hott?" "You'd better get those dirty thoughts out of your head, Granger, if we're going to work together, besides, you're with Potty now."
She looked at me in shock thinking, "How does he know?"
I didn't answer because I was thinking to my self about her. She too had changed over the summer. There was something mysteriously sexy about her. "Let's just get started." I said pulling out a fresh piece of parchment.
I didn't mean for it to happen that way. It wasn't supposed to be that bad. I'll never forgive myself for what I've done.
Our POV September 10, 2005
Hermione walked down the corridor, her boyfriend's arm around her waist. She heard clammering from behind her and someone yelling, "Hermione! Wait up!" She turned and waited as Ron ran to catch up. "Hey Hermione! Hey, Harry, What's- hey, um, do you have something you want to tell me?" Ron asked, staring intently at where Harry's hand gripped Hermione's waist.
Harry took a deep breath. Hermione grabbed his other hand, kissed him on the cheek and said, "I think I'd better get to class." And headed off, leaving Harry to face Ron alone.
Harry had practiced what he was going to say, knowing this moment would come, but before he could get a word out, Ron started bitching, "You bloody bastard! I can't believe you! You should of at least told me before you started fricken dating! And at the very least, you should have told me before I found out in the middle of a goddamn corridor! What a fucking sick way to find out my best friends are fricken dating! Do you know what this could do our friendship? What it's already done? Do you? You have no goddamn idea."
Harry had stopped listening at this point, seeing people crowding around to see the specticle. He could feel the anger boiling within him, he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. "You know what, Ron." He managed to get out.
"What, Harry, got another knife you'd like to stick into my back?" Ron spat back.
That was the last straw. Harry said the first thing that came to his mind, "You're just mad Hermione picked me and not you!"
Ron stood there for a moment, then whispered to Seamus who was standing beside him, eager to hear more, "You're going to need to take him to the infirmery." Then Ron slammed his fist into Harry's face, knocking Harry immediately to the ground. Ron turned, "Tell him I'll be in to see him later." Then walked off.
Hermione's POV
I walked into my Advanced Expert Transfiguration IV class and sat down in the back row I shared with just my enemy Draco Malfoy. Four of the other six students were already there waiting. The class usually started early, unless Malfoy was in one of his "moods" which I already knew he was in. I thought back on my earlier encounter with him. ~*Flashback*~
I walked into the common room we now shared as Head Boy and Head Girl to find him punching the brick wall above the fireplace, the same place he took his anger out on everyday since the start of school 10 days before. I was beginning to think I could see an invisible dent forming there. "What are you looking at, Mudblood?" He asked angrily.
"I'm watching an imbasol hit a brick wall with his fist, apparently hoping to get results." I spat back at him, realizing that was the wrong thing to say.
"You know what," malfoy said, muttering something under his breath, pointing his wand at the wall, "I think I got reasults so piss off, Mudblood." He turned and walked away, leaving me staring at the now fully dented brick wall above the fireplace. ~*Endflashback*~
Yes, he really was pissed and wasn't going to show up for class until he absolutely had to. I found my mind wandering back to Ron and Harry in the hall as I heard the door open. Malfoy strut in with one of his trademark smirks on his face. "What's with you, Malfoy?" I mumbled to him quietly as he took his seat next to me. I could tell by the glint in his eyes he found something amusin.
"What's it to you, Mudblood?" He grumbled back.
"Piss off Malfoy, I was just asking." I said thinking the conversation was done, but he continued.
"I didn't think he had it in him." Malfoy said quietly.
"What the hell are you talking about ferret?" I mumbled as Proffessor Dumbledore stood up to start class.
"Shut up Mudblood, class has started." Malfoy said back.
Since when had Malfoy when class started? But I decided not to bother anymore. Whatever he'd been talking about didn't effect me.
"Oh, it does, Mudblood, it does." I thought I heard Malfoy say.
I turned to him, "What did you say?"
He looked up from the notes he's been taking, "What are you talking about Mudblood?
He asked with a smirk on his face.
I dismessed it again and continued to write down what Dumbledore had written on the board. I couldn't help glancing over at Malfoy taking his notes. Something had happened over the summer making him even more dashing. I mentally slapped myself for both thinking such a thing and using the word dashing.
I saw Malfoy smirk and I turned back to my paper, my cheeks reddening.
Draco's POV
Listening to her thoughts was amusing and she did have a point, I was incredibly dashing. I ran my hand though my hair and heard her think, "O my god!" I couldn't help stifling a laugh. It came out as a slight snort of laughter. "Something funny, Mr. Malfoy?" I heard Dumbledork ask from the front of the classroom.
"I'm sorry sir, but this topic is so stupid. Why would anyone want to turn someone into a turtle?" I asked hearing Granger think, "I can come up with a few reasons..."
"You never know, Mr. Malfoy, there may come a time you need this spell." Dumbledork said, then continued, "Seeing how you don't like this specific spell, why don't I pair you up and you can choose a different animal, sound fair?"
I thought about it for a moment and nodded. Dumbledork looked at the six of us, "Right then, we'll do it in seating arrangement, Ms. Chang with Mr. Feltchley; Mr. Finnigan with Mr. Longbottom, and Ms. Ganger with Mr. Malfoy."
I heard Granger think, "O god no, at least I'll get to turn him into a ferret." I turned to her and said, "There will be no ferret spells this time, Granger." Her cheeks turned slightly red which gave her a heavenly glow.
"Let's just get started Malfoy." She said.
"Oh, but wait Ms. Ganger," Dumbledork said, "I think this is going to be a little more advance than that. You will need to create a new spell to turn your partner into something else, an animal or an object. This will take a full term. Good luck!" He turned to leave, "Oh! And don't forget, you'll have to work with your partner outside of class." And was gone. It was common for him to leave on headmaster business during class, so we paid no attention to it.
I turned back to Ganger who thought, "When did Malfoy get so hott?" "You'd better get those dirty thoughts out of your head, Granger, if we're going to work together, besides, you're with Potty now."
She looked at me in shock thinking, "How does he know?"
I didn't answer because I was thinking to my self about her. She too had changed over the summer. There was something mysteriously sexy about her. "Let's just get started." I said pulling out a fresh piece of parchment.