A/N: Hey guys!:) I wonder if you noticed, but 'She is the Sunlight' is now gone. *hides behind the couch*
Sorry about that.. To be honest, I didn't feel like writing about it anymore. Yes, I figured it all out in my head already, but I didn't like how it turned out. I really am sorry. So, to compensate for deleting SITS, here's a new story.
Enjoy!:)
"Enough."
It took just one word from her for everyone out the hall to fall into silence. On normal days, when these certain situations would occur, this word would usually be ignored. But given the circumstance that she was obviously fuming with anger made everyone obey. Nobody wants an angry Hermione Granger.
There were a few students gathered outside the 2nd floor corridor. They were gathered there because of the usual, yet never boring banter between the Gryffindors and Slytherins; namely Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson. Their tirades would usually be about blood, money, family and competence. The star duelers? Draco Malfoy and Ronald Weasley.
But this time, it wasn't between them 6.. But between him and her.
A few minutes ago.
"Watch where you're going, Weasel. Although I know it's rare for you to actually touch something as immensely expensive as me, I think it best for me to not be at any proximity close to you." Draco Malfoy sneered. Ron didn't actually bump into him, more like Malfoy was standing in the way.
"I wouldn't want to get near you. I'm very allergic to ferret fur." Ron drawled earning a snicker from Harry who was standing by his best friend. All it elicited from Hermione, who was behind the two, was a sigh. Here they go again.
"Well, well.. That pea-size brain you have was able to retort a decent comeback. Or did your little mudblood pet coach you? How pathetic, Weasley. You're a low-life blood traitor and you have no brain. You're even worse than that sniveling git, Longbottom. And that's saying something." Malfoy smirked at the redhead whose face and ears were nearly matching the color of his hair. Pansy Parkinson laughed which was sort of unpleasant to the ear while Theodore Nott huffed with pride at his fellow Slytherin.
At this point, a small crowd gathered around them. They still went on and on, denigrating the other. Hermione Granger groaned loudly, making it fairly evident of her annoyance. Really, they were acting like children. She's had enough of this so she stepped out from the two and in the middle of them.
"Seriously. What are you two, 12? We're in our sixth year now! You're supposed to have grown out of such childish antics! If I knew better, you fancy each other!"
Gasps. That was the reply to her statement.
Malfoy, who was the first to recover, looked at her with scorn. "How would you know about fancying anything, Granger? As far as I know, nobody in the Hogwarts male population wants you. Except maybe Scarhead or Weasel here. But I wouldn't include them in the male population."
"I think that would be lust, Malfoy. Not exactly fancying to the extent of love. You're not capable of the latter."
He just shrugged. Just shrugged. How dare he?
"At least people want me. Nobody wants you. Potty and Weasel-bee here just pretend to like you because of your brains and your maturity. They know that you'd be there to pick up after their mess. They depend on you like you're their mother. I don't blame them, you act like a crazy hovering mother almost all of the time. It's sad, pathetic even." His fellow Slytherins snickered at this. Her eyes were now brimming with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She took two long and deep breaths. She will stay strong. She will still stand.
To be honest, she's thought about these things more than once. It would always be on days when Harry would whine and Ron would ask to copy her homework, which was almost everyday. She knows it's wrong for her to think these things, but what can she do? Most of what Malfoy said fits. Harry and Ron wouldn't really share anything with her unless it's about homework or Dumbledore tasks. They would share because they are in need of her input, knowing that it's the best one. It feels nice to be needed, but sad because it's only because of her brains.
In short, she knew nobody liked-wanted her and Draco Malfoy just had to say it in her face. It was like being back in their second year when she was first called a Mudblood by him. It hurt, bad.
She suddenly found herself in the middle of her two best friends with arms wrapped around her, shouting at their enemies.
She couldn't make out the words, but she knew they were getting worse because their voices were raised. They were shouting. Tired and hurt, she made her way out of her friends' grasp and said, "Enough."
…
It took just one word from her for everyone out the hall to fall into silence. On normal days, when these certain situations would occur, this word would usually be ignored. But given the circumstance that she was obviously fuming with anger made everyone obey. Nobody wants an angry Hermione Granger.
She turned and looked at Draco Malfoy.
"I guess you're happy now, huh Malfoy? You have successfully shattered my morale once again. And yes, this time I'm saying it to your face. At least in the future, when you use it against me, you'll have proof that it was true because I proclaimed it. Are you really that miserable that you have to make others miserable too?"
"I am not misera-"
She held her hand up to stop him. She was not finished.
"You're lying. It's human nature to make others miserable or hurt to make the miserable you feel better. Although nobody here in school wants me, I know my family does. You're the one that's sad. You're the one that's pathetic."
Silence followed by a great deal of tension in the air was the aftermath of her short dialogue. Everybody around her looked stunned and nervous. Nobody spoke about Draco Malfoy like that, exposing him of what he may truly be. Malfoy himself was stunned, but then replaced his expression with a somber one.
Everyone was nervous of what he may do. Behind her, Harry and Ron poised their hands over their pockets where they can draw their wands out the instant an attack would be made. She, on the other hand, was taking deep breaths and calming herself down. Despite her efforts not to, she cried. She was feeling too much at once that she had to get away. So she did.
And just like that, the crowd that gathered was broken. Each one rushing on their way just to avoid what kind of outburst the Slytherin prince may present to the innocent audience. Innocent, sure.
Instead of moving on with his life, he found himself looking at the direction where she ran, the two buffoons on her tail calling out her name. He felt a pat on his back and somebody tugging on his arm. Pansy Parkinson wanted to leave the scene, he sensed it with the intensity of every tug. Sighing, he gave in and let her lead his body away. But his eyes were still on her retreating form. Even though she turned the corner, he still looked.
Hermione Granger was right about him yet again.
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I am currently working on 3 other stories which I haven't uploaded yet. Ridiculous, I know. But I'm gonna try my best to update this one as often as I can.. Despite school obligations and such.
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- April