AN: Hi all! My first fan fiction on Harry Potter alone! Golly! Anyway, it's either going to be a short story or a one-shot. Since I am a lazy pig. I don't really know how this is going to turn out, so… yeah. Just a random idea that popped into my head. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also don't own the song "It's Alright, It's Okay".
I stared at the piece of paper with hatred.
Then, I picked up my Cow Carl art puncher and started to punch paper cows out, slamming the button with as much force as possible without trying to break the table. Pretending that the button on top was the nose of a certain red-headed person named Ron Weasley, I literally punched the button with more vigor than I ever had in my life.
"What in the world are you doing?"
"Yes, please indulge us in your little Muggle traditions, Granger; I would love to hear all about it."
I stopped punching cows. Then, I collected all the little paper cows on the table and kept them in a small wooden box.
"Shut your trap, Ferret. I'm trying to vent my anger and if this doesn't work, I feel that I might need a new punching bag- made of Malfoy."
With that, I waved my wand and spoke the Magic word.
"Incendio."
Burn, Ronald Billius Weasley, burn. Burn like the little paper cows and the small wooden box. Burn with the hatred I hold for you.
I would be truly happy if he were to burn to the depths of hell and never return to Hogwarts.
I could feel the sinking of the couch next to me. Geez, what had Blaise and Malfoy been eating?
Yes, Blaise.
He was the other Head, and therefore, after a few months, we started to be civilized to each other. However, that didn't apply to Malferret, who had been hanging here like it was his second home.
"I'm guessing this has to do with Ron Weasley."
"Yeah, the Weasel is the only one that can make her this mad."
"Hello, could you two stop talking about me like I'm not here?"
"I'm sorry, Miss I-Have-A-Stick-Stuck-Up-My-Arse, but you didn't seem to be paying attention for a minute here. Seemed to be concentrating too much on that box that's ashes I reckon."
I muttered evilly to myself, throwing a glare to Draco Malfoy. Honestly, he could be such a pain in the ass!
"So, what's up, Hermione?"
"Homework, burning a box to death, more homework, breaking up with Ronald Weasley, and oh- did I mention homework?"
"Yeah you did I think you said it thr- WAIT REPEAT WHAT YOU SAID!"
"Did. I. Mention. Homework."
I knew what Blaise wanted me to mention. I was just trying to avoid the issue.
"Stop trying to play around Granger. You said that you broke up with Weaselhead."
Damn Draco Malfoy with his inability to get distracted easily.
"YOU WHAT?!"
"Blaise, are you deaf or something?"
"Yes, in fact I am. And what are you Draco, stupid?"
Boys. Always bickering childishly. You'd think being 17 would have inserted some common sense into them- but nooooo. All they had gotten inserted with was testosterone. And more testosterone.
"So, what happened?"
Both Blaise and Malfoy leaned in closer as if they could actually get a better view. I sighed. What had happened to guys? Why were they so- so girlish?!
"Ron got too much testosterone inserted into his brain. Or what lack thereof."
Oops, did I really say that? I wasn't really tuning into what I was saying and therefore I just said whatever I felt like saying. Snickers which came from Malfoy proved that I did say what I thought I said.
"Let me guess, Granger. You caught him cheating with one of the Gryffindorks in the common room. From what I know, probably snogging with Brown."
"Ten points for you, Malfoy. Now tell me, how many babies will I have in the future?" I responded dryly.
"Depends on who you marry, Granger." He leaned closer so that our faces were almost touching. I saw him lick his lips. I shuddered involuntarily before he was torn away.
"Shove off Draco. Stop trying to seduce her."
"I wasn't trying to seduce her. I was replying to her comment and I think my response was a rather good one." He huffed angrily. Oh my God. I think guys now had too much progesterone in them instead.
"Wait. How did Malfoy know about Ron and- and…" I trailed off. I couldn't say her name.
Blaise tried to put his arm around me in what seemed to be an attempt of comforting me. I repeat- tried to. I moved away automatically before he could get a grasp on me before I banged into Malfoy's side.
"Shove off Blaise. Stop trying to seduce her."
Oh gosh. How childish could they get? They were mimicking each other?
"Hermione, what I was trying to say that was everyone, except you noticed what was going on between Brown and Weasley. You probably didn't notice, but they kept throwing each other glances during mealtimes, and lessons…"
What Blaise told me struck me deep. So that was why Ron had been disappearing lately! I felt no sadness, the sadness had passed. In fact, I felt anger. I was angry at myself for being so stupid. I was angry at myself for not realizing it sooner. I felt angry at Ron for cheating on me. And I felt angry at Lavender bloody Brown for stealing my boyfriend.
I walked up to my room, with whatever dignity I had left, slammed the door, and tried to suffocate myself with Pillow Dearest. It didn't work. So, I tried to sleep, hoping that all this would just be a dream when I woke up.
Next Morning - -
Okay, obviously yesterday night hadn't been a dream. Which meant that I couldn't sit beside Harry and The Cheater (who shall be known as TC from now onwards) because it would be really weird and TC would probably pull up his new girlfriend to snog or something. And that also meant that I couldn't sit beside Parvarti either because she and TC's girlfriend were BFFs.
I felt thoroughly deserted.
I walked through the hallways and into the Great Hall for breakfast. I swore that all activities ceased- or maybe it was just me.
I quietly sat next to Neville Longbottom- there was an empty seat next to him- and all activities resumed immediately. I could see where Harry stood- from where he sat he gave me an apologetic look, but continued to stay with Ron. And where Harry stayed, Ginny stayed. Some friends.
And Ron- Ron Weasley! He had his arm draped- draped around HER. While eating bacon at a very fast and disgusting rate.
After nibbling on a piece of toast buttered with jam- I didn't feel very hungry- I picked up my bag, said bye to Neville, almost walked out of the Great Hall.
Repeat- Almost.
Until I remembered that I wanted to speak to TC about what occurred.
I turned back, ignoring the stares, and stomped up to TC.
Harry gave me a weak smile and hello, but I ignored him.
"Ronald, we need to talk."
He excused himself, gave what seemed to be a flirtatious look to her, and walked out of the wall with me.
"W-"
"There's no need to say anything, Hermione. It's too late."
How dare he cut me off? If looks could kill, TC would be ten feet under.
"One word, Ronald. Why."
"You have no one else except yourself to blame Hermione. If you weren't so bloody conceited, and such a bloody do-gooder and wouldn't make a move on me, I wouldn't have been cheating with Brown!"
Oh, so everything was my fault?
I said nothing, but walked away, with dignity.
You told me there's no need
To talk it out 'cause its too late
To proceed and slowly
I took your words
And walked away
No looking back
I won't regret, no
I will find my way
I'm broken
But still I have to say
I would never regret walking away from Ronald. He deserved it. And if he said that I was the one who caused everything, he could just rot in his grave.
But I wanted revenge. I needed payback. I would make Ron gravel and beg on his knees. And then, I would laugh. Because our relationship was over and he was the one who ruined it.
It's alright, okay
I'm so much better without you
I won't be sorry
Alright, okay
So don't you bother what I do
No matter what you say
I won't return
Our bridge has burned down
I'm stronger now
Alright, okay
I'm so much better without you
I won't be sorry
And I was glad to say that only a tear slipped past me.
I would be so much better without him in my life.
I definitely wouldn't be sorry.
And you know what the best part is?
I know exactly who to help me.
Yup, Draco Malfoy and his darling friend Blaise Zabini.
AN: That's the end of the first chapter. What do you think of it? Sorry if it's crap. Honestly I don't mind flames. I would like some constructive criticism so if you have any ideas, please tell me. I would be glad to insert them in this story if it's reasonable. :D
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