Title: Dangerous Attractions
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is in the Harry Potter world owned by J.K. Rowling. I do own the current thoughts and emotions running through the characters though. And any new characters, they're mine. :
Hermione Granger, age 17 and in 7th year at Hogwarts was the destined child for great and dangerous things. Sure Harry was the Boy Who Lived, but weren't those old football stars you hear about in college big shots too? And didn't they end up with beer guts and only memories to comfort them? Ron, no doubt would be there drinking himself into a stupor with Harry because, that was just how he worked. He was a follower. So if Harry decided, however unknowingly to fuck up his life, why Ron would do the same thing. But Hermione? Oh no. By third year Dumbledore knew she was a shoo in for minister-ess of magic, if she ever needed a sure thing. But if she really wanted to strive for something, Headmistress or Auror was where she needed to look. But to do so, she needed to stay on the straight and narrow path. Take the high road. No detours. Focus on school and learning. For a while she'd really believed that that was what she wanted. Forget boys and having a social life. Parties? What are those? Her parents would brag about her as though she was a show dog. And she would preen for the audience. She was a know-it-all who knew it. Her pride was important to her. And she was always living in the future, not for present. And she was timid. A shy little church mouse. A teacher's pet. She was pure. And quite innocent.
But now, that's all changed. It changed when she decided that maybe, the straight and narrow, was just too straight and narrow for her. Maybe taking a joy ride on the back road would do. But it wasn't all her fault. Yes, it was her fault for meeting him in secret. For deciding that she wanted something new. For getting in touch with her other side. Her dark side. For wanting more than her stagnant life could give her. But it's not her fault that all the wishes of her heart decided to fall in love with her enemy. Draco Malfoy.
And the worst part was, he knew how she felt. And like Rhett Butler, he frankly didn't give a damn.
But maybe that wasn't the worst. Maybe it was the fact that she loved him, went to him, let him use her, and she needed it. Craved it. He was a drug and she was addicted. Dangerously. Fatally.
This shouldn't be me telling the story. She and I should be here together. She should be telling you. But Hermione isn't here anymore. All I have left of my best friend are the memories she left and the impressions she made. Appreciate her story. Love her. Hate her. But don't pity her.
All the best,
Pansy Parkinson
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Well, here's my first fic and it's just the beginning. Does it sound interesting to you? Yes, No? Review and let me know. Or not. I understand. Oh and for those who don't know, Rhett Butler is from Gone With The Wind. I think that's about it. Thankies!
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