Hey I warn you. I'm a totally crappy writer but bear with me as I totally
suck. (Don't listen to Emily or Natalie. They love me too much and think
I'm amazing. Lies, they're all lies!)
Warning: completely out of character and probably a really washed up idea
Disclaimer: of course I'm J.K. Rowling. I'm also the Grand Hoohah of the Known Universe and I still have time to blow up my ex-boyfriend's head and go to high school. Wow, I love sarcasm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Hi-ho its off to work we go da-da-da-da da-da-da- da hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho-hi-ho *starts tapping foot to tune of "Its Off to Work We Go" from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs*) oh yeah I am THAT pathetic
Chapter 1- I Never Felt Like This Before...
He stumbled into the common room, blood down the left side of his face. Some of the sticky red liquid was mixed into his perfect blond hair.
"Get out."
Hermione looked up with a start. She had been reading peacefully up until then. She glared and decided she hated Draco Malfoy, not that she ever questioned her hatred.
"No."
"Go. To. Your. Room."
"You're not my father."
"How do you know?'
"You're younger than me."
"What?'
"October 29th. You?"
He groaned and mumbled out a pathetic, "December 15th."
"Told you. Now go away."
"No."
"Fine." She slammed her book closed as Draco fell onto the other couch. He smirked at her as she stood up, but to his surprise, she smirked back. She walked over, sat on his stomach, wiped away the blood, and kissed him. She knew his eyes were wide with shock but she didn't care. She had meant to surprise him. She undid the top button of her oxford shirt to reveal skin few people knew existed undid her uniform and heavy sweaters she wore during the school year. She unbuttoned two more so her white lace bra was in the Head Boy's line of vision. She kissed him deeper and harder for another two minutes, but then stopped. She got off Draco 's midsection and sat on her own sofa.
"Are you sure you don't want to leave? Take a shower; get rid of all that blood. And maybe you want THAT to disappear as well?" She pointed to the bulge between his legs and picked up her book again. She giggled as she heard him run from the room. *There goes that problem. * She tried reading but realized that after a half hour, she had only read five lines, yet she read each of them six times. She closed the book, set it on the table is the middle of the room and left. She made her way to the library, miraculously with two sheets of parchment, a quill and ink. She wrote on each and both said the same thing.
Stay away from me. I despise you with all my heart. You always just used me. You were never my friend. You just tolerated me so I would give you the answers for homework. Now get out of my life. You DISGUST me.
-HG
She wrote the name of the recipients on the scrolls and left them on the table. Walking through the library, she picked up a few books. She checked out Shakespeare's Life Works (very thin but it WAS a majickal book), Hogwarts Rivalries, Powerful Pureblood Families, Marvelous Muggle-borns and The Majick of True Love. Why she picked these books that day, she would never know. Before leaving, she asked Madame Pince if she would take care f the scrolls that were on a table in the back. Mme. Pince 'Harrumphed and shuffled off, muttering something about ignorant students.
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Hermione passed a lot of students going back to her common room. She said hello to the ones she knew and smiled to the ones she didn't. She was almost there when Ron and Harry turned down the corridor. Hermione tried hiding behind her hair and books, but to no avail. Ron greeted her and left. Harry did not.
"Hullo, Hermione."
"Harry." She whispered in acknowledgement.
"Harry what?" He asked with a growl.
"Harry," she said definitely. The Boy Who Lived threw his palm across her face. "No, dammit. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
"There is nothing wrong with me. But I do believe the fame is finally going to your head. Why, Harry? We used to be best friends..."
"What do you mean," he backhanded her. "You are still my best friend. You have nerve and bravery. You stand up to me." She saw it coming but she didn't dodge. She let Harry Potter's fist hit her in the eye. But she would never let him see her show fear. She stood back up and looked him in the eye.
"I have nerve. You think your precious Dumbledore will let you get away with abusing another student in an open hallway? Obviously, between the two of us, I'm the only one with intelligence."
"You watch your tongue, wench. You never know when something dire will happen."
"Wench? I'm a wench now? You're pronouncing it wrong, dear. It's WITCH not WENCH."
Harry grabbed her shirt collar and threw her against the stonewall. She touched the back of her head and blood ran down her fingers and through her tresses in rivulets. She looked up at the wizard she used to laugh with and saw fury in his eyes. Why was she provoking him? Why was she giving him reason to hurt her more? Did she really want to get rid of her Harry?
Harry kicked the young girl in the side, but no response came. He wanted to hear some acknowledgement of pain. Until he heard her hurt, he wouldn't stop. Was she always this stubborn? She knew what he wanted. Why wouldn't the damn girl just cry out?
"Dammit, girl, say something! Let me know you're hurt! I won't stop until I know, girl! Dammit, woman, cry out!"
He went to kick her again, but he didn't hit his target. She had caught his foot. She dropped it as she pulled herself up. Hanging onto the stonewall, she muttered, "You ask what is wrong with me as you stand there and beat your best friend. The one you grew up with. The one you had the past seven years. And you ask what is wrong with me! There is nothing wrong with me! I'm not sure I want to know what's wrong with you, though! You are worse than Draco Malfoy himself, who has yet to raise a hand to me. I'm not even supposed to be friends with that excuse for a man. He feels he can call me derogatory names because he holds no feeling for me. You have called me by my name once since you have been in my presence. You have made me bleed. You ask what is wrong with me exactly one year after you assured my dying soul that you would love me forever and I would always be your best friend and you would never hurt me again. What happened, Harry? Did I do something? Did I stop fitting your perfect world where you can be the hero and defeat the bad guy? Or did the villain leave you behind with your anger, so you took it out on the one person who couldn't and wouldn't stop you? What's next Harry? Are you going to beat my to a bloody pulp and expect me to not say anything? Are you going to kill me next? No... what would you do with your energy? You wouldn't have anyone else to take it out on. And I don't believe you have enough cruelty to kill little old me... though you might in a year or two. Hmmm.... What an ironic thought. What if Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, became the next Voldemort? But you wouldn't kill as many as fast. You would take one weakling and torture them until they stopped breathing. Yes, I think that would be the perfect future for you. The hero becomes the monster... It's perfect, isn't it, Harry? Well, how about the two of us, just you and me, start your reign of terror, hmmm? You kill me and find a new weakling to abuse. It's absolutely perfect."
Hermione stood shocked. She had Harry Potter's thin, long right hand two inches from her cheek. It slowly drifted downwards as the raven-haired wizard sank to the ground, sobbing.
########################################### (Look at the fun railroad tracks!) Still am that pathetic...
So! Did you like it? Please review! Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger. My Jou and I decided this would be a good point to stop. Please review!!!! If you have read "secrets" you know that I'm a tempermental case of slightly suicidal compulsions. Hey Em! I got to see Niall last night and I then kissed him. Aren't I rockin'! He didn't hate it, I saw! Oh, yeah someone cheer for me. Come on it won't hurt. If any of you readers ever have a chance to see "Fiddler on the Roof", go. It is an awesome musical. It's really quite funny. My high school did it for the spring musical. Last night was the third time I saw it and tonight was closing night. Even if I had wanted to go I missed it anyways. My friend Josh was supposed to dance in one of the scenes but he's in so many sports (a.k.a. bowling *and now baseball* gahhh, shut up Josh voice in my head!) that he's just standing in the background and it's a bar scene so he's in the back getting drunk. It's hilarious but only if you know him. He looks like a monkey. If you don't believe me go look at my web page. There is a link on my user info for ff.net. Go! Look at the monkey boy! But only after you hit that button down there and review my story! Is it any good? Please tell me its good. Flames will be used to born off the flamers hair and leave them in terrible agony. ; )
Love y'all!
~Lily *
Warning: completely out of character and probably a really washed up idea
Disclaimer: of course I'm J.K. Rowling. I'm also the Grand Hoohah of the Known Universe and I still have time to blow up my ex-boyfriend's head and go to high school. Wow, I love sarcasm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Hi-ho its off to work we go da-da-da-da da-da-da- da hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho-hi-ho *starts tapping foot to tune of "Its Off to Work We Go" from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs*) oh yeah I am THAT pathetic
Chapter 1- I Never Felt Like This Before...
He stumbled into the common room, blood down the left side of his face. Some of the sticky red liquid was mixed into his perfect blond hair.
"Get out."
Hermione looked up with a start. She had been reading peacefully up until then. She glared and decided she hated Draco Malfoy, not that she ever questioned her hatred.
"No."
"Go. To. Your. Room."
"You're not my father."
"How do you know?'
"You're younger than me."
"What?'
"October 29th. You?"
He groaned and mumbled out a pathetic, "December 15th."
"Told you. Now go away."
"No."
"Fine." She slammed her book closed as Draco fell onto the other couch. He smirked at her as she stood up, but to his surprise, she smirked back. She walked over, sat on his stomach, wiped away the blood, and kissed him. She knew his eyes were wide with shock but she didn't care. She had meant to surprise him. She undid the top button of her oxford shirt to reveal skin few people knew existed undid her uniform and heavy sweaters she wore during the school year. She unbuttoned two more so her white lace bra was in the Head Boy's line of vision. She kissed him deeper and harder for another two minutes, but then stopped. She got off Draco 's midsection and sat on her own sofa.
"Are you sure you don't want to leave? Take a shower; get rid of all that blood. And maybe you want THAT to disappear as well?" She pointed to the bulge between his legs and picked up her book again. She giggled as she heard him run from the room. *There goes that problem. * She tried reading but realized that after a half hour, she had only read five lines, yet she read each of them six times. She closed the book, set it on the table is the middle of the room and left. She made her way to the library, miraculously with two sheets of parchment, a quill and ink. She wrote on each and both said the same thing.
Stay away from me. I despise you with all my heart. You always just used me. You were never my friend. You just tolerated me so I would give you the answers for homework. Now get out of my life. You DISGUST me.
-HG
She wrote the name of the recipients on the scrolls and left them on the table. Walking through the library, she picked up a few books. She checked out Shakespeare's Life Works (very thin but it WAS a majickal book), Hogwarts Rivalries, Powerful Pureblood Families, Marvelous Muggle-borns and The Majick of True Love. Why she picked these books that day, she would never know. Before leaving, she asked Madame Pince if she would take care f the scrolls that were on a table in the back. Mme. Pince 'Harrumphed and shuffled off, muttering something about ignorant students.
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Hermione passed a lot of students going back to her common room. She said hello to the ones she knew and smiled to the ones she didn't. She was almost there when Ron and Harry turned down the corridor. Hermione tried hiding behind her hair and books, but to no avail. Ron greeted her and left. Harry did not.
"Hullo, Hermione."
"Harry." She whispered in acknowledgement.
"Harry what?" He asked with a growl.
"Harry," she said definitely. The Boy Who Lived threw his palm across her face. "No, dammit. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
"There is nothing wrong with me. But I do believe the fame is finally going to your head. Why, Harry? We used to be best friends..."
"What do you mean," he backhanded her. "You are still my best friend. You have nerve and bravery. You stand up to me." She saw it coming but she didn't dodge. She let Harry Potter's fist hit her in the eye. But she would never let him see her show fear. She stood back up and looked him in the eye.
"I have nerve. You think your precious Dumbledore will let you get away with abusing another student in an open hallway? Obviously, between the two of us, I'm the only one with intelligence."
"You watch your tongue, wench. You never know when something dire will happen."
"Wench? I'm a wench now? You're pronouncing it wrong, dear. It's WITCH not WENCH."
Harry grabbed her shirt collar and threw her against the stonewall. She touched the back of her head and blood ran down her fingers and through her tresses in rivulets. She looked up at the wizard she used to laugh with and saw fury in his eyes. Why was she provoking him? Why was she giving him reason to hurt her more? Did she really want to get rid of her Harry?
Harry kicked the young girl in the side, but no response came. He wanted to hear some acknowledgement of pain. Until he heard her hurt, he wouldn't stop. Was she always this stubborn? She knew what he wanted. Why wouldn't the damn girl just cry out?
"Dammit, girl, say something! Let me know you're hurt! I won't stop until I know, girl! Dammit, woman, cry out!"
He went to kick her again, but he didn't hit his target. She had caught his foot. She dropped it as she pulled herself up. Hanging onto the stonewall, she muttered, "You ask what is wrong with me as you stand there and beat your best friend. The one you grew up with. The one you had the past seven years. And you ask what is wrong with me! There is nothing wrong with me! I'm not sure I want to know what's wrong with you, though! You are worse than Draco Malfoy himself, who has yet to raise a hand to me. I'm not even supposed to be friends with that excuse for a man. He feels he can call me derogatory names because he holds no feeling for me. You have called me by my name once since you have been in my presence. You have made me bleed. You ask what is wrong with me exactly one year after you assured my dying soul that you would love me forever and I would always be your best friend and you would never hurt me again. What happened, Harry? Did I do something? Did I stop fitting your perfect world where you can be the hero and defeat the bad guy? Or did the villain leave you behind with your anger, so you took it out on the one person who couldn't and wouldn't stop you? What's next Harry? Are you going to beat my to a bloody pulp and expect me to not say anything? Are you going to kill me next? No... what would you do with your energy? You wouldn't have anyone else to take it out on. And I don't believe you have enough cruelty to kill little old me... though you might in a year or two. Hmmm.... What an ironic thought. What if Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, became the next Voldemort? But you wouldn't kill as many as fast. You would take one weakling and torture them until they stopped breathing. Yes, I think that would be the perfect future for you. The hero becomes the monster... It's perfect, isn't it, Harry? Well, how about the two of us, just you and me, start your reign of terror, hmmm? You kill me and find a new weakling to abuse. It's absolutely perfect."
Hermione stood shocked. She had Harry Potter's thin, long right hand two inches from her cheek. It slowly drifted downwards as the raven-haired wizard sank to the ground, sobbing.
########################################### (Look at the fun railroad tracks!) Still am that pathetic...
So! Did you like it? Please review! Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger. My Jou and I decided this would be a good point to stop. Please review!!!! If you have read "secrets" you know that I'm a tempermental case of slightly suicidal compulsions. Hey Em! I got to see Niall last night and I then kissed him. Aren't I rockin'! He didn't hate it, I saw! Oh, yeah someone cheer for me. Come on it won't hurt. If any of you readers ever have a chance to see "Fiddler on the Roof", go. It is an awesome musical. It's really quite funny. My high school did it for the spring musical. Last night was the third time I saw it and tonight was closing night. Even if I had wanted to go I missed it anyways. My friend Josh was supposed to dance in one of the scenes but he's in so many sports (a.k.a. bowling *and now baseball* gahhh, shut up Josh voice in my head!) that he's just standing in the background and it's a bar scene so he's in the back getting drunk. It's hilarious but only if you know him. He looks like a monkey. If you don't believe me go look at my web page. There is a link on my user info for ff.net. Go! Look at the monkey boy! But only after you hit that button down there and review my story! Is it any good? Please tell me its good. Flames will be used to born off the flamers hair and leave them in terrible agony. ; )
Love y'all!
~Lily *