Love Me. Chapter 1. Changes
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Hermione sat cross-legged in the middle of her room, fuming. She looked around at her lilac walls and then at the large pink rug she was sitting on. Wiping a strand of hair out of her eye she thought angrily to herself
"How dare he."
She walked over to her stereo, witch had The Calling blasting from it, and turned it up to 50.
At the end of her room there was a large, full-length mirror mounted on the wall. She walked over and stood in front of it. She looked at the girl staring back at her.
5"4
Frizzy brown hair
Puffy eyes
Plump
Knee length skirt
High neck jumper
No wonder Harry had left her.
No, Harry didn't want to be stuck with the top of the class, ugly, fat, goody two shoes, soon to be head girl. He wanted to go out with someone tall, thin and beautiful, someone daring, someone whose Blond hair fell gracefully below her shoulders, whose stomach didn't hang over a size 18 skirt, whose bum didn't look like the back of a lorry. In two words Harry wanted Rosalyn Haney.
Rosalyn Haney was a ravenclaw in Hermione's year. She was defiantly the prettiest in the year. She had a slim line, hourglass figure. Her big blue eyes sparkled. Her hair was naturally blond and always in perfect condition. Until recently she'd had a steady relationship with Ravenclaw quidditch captain Marcus Bromley. But she dumped him at the end of last year. She and Harry had more things in common than him and Hermione ever could. She loved quidditch and was keeper on the ravenclaw team. She too was an orphan. Her mum died when she was eight and her father left before she was born. She currently lived with her older sister, Victoria.
Hermione sighed. If she didn't get Harry back then she'd be on her own forever. She knew it.
There must be a way to get him back
If I give up on you I give up on me
If we fight what's true, will we ever be
Even if God himself and the faith I knew
Shouldn't hold me back, shouldn't keep me from you
Tease me, by holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as I am
And live our lives, stigmatized
I can feel the blood rushing through my veins
When I hear your voice, driving me insane
Hour after hour day after day
Every lonely night that I sit and pray
Hermione wiped a tear from her eyes. The song basically summed up how she felt about Harry.
She logged onto her Computer and a porn pop – up flashed on screen. She looked at the thin girls prancing around on the advertisement. If she looked like that then Harry would defiantly take her back.
That was it
It was if somebody has poured water over her head and she'd only just began thinking clearly. She'd become like one of those girls. She'd loose weight, sort out her hair and wear make up. That'd get her some attention
She gasped.
Harry deserved payback. She'd become gorgeous and then start dating another boy, just to make him jealous. Of course, she'd take him back eventually. But not until he begged.
She smiled evilly. If he wasn't going to play by the rules, then neither was she.
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