Author's Notes- Okay, this is my first EVER Harry Potter fanfiction. I've done a couple of Dragonball Z and Final Fantasy (if anyone knows what those are, which is highly unlikely) ones, but were never really serious or well thought out. I feel stupid saying this, but I am completely capable of writing well. Good grammar and spell checking and things like that. I am just totally and completely hopeless when it comes to plot! I have a strange, twisted, and rather demented sense of imagination. Anyway, it will take longer to post chapters out, since it takes a while for me to think of what the hell I'm typing out. There's also rearranging it so it actually seems a possible outcome, proof-reading (probably around five times sometimes, can't help it, I'm a perfectionist, as my Mother says, blah.), and last, but not least, I'm sure just about everybody wants to actually like their story. Even though in my opinion, is practically impossible to do (In my state of mind, at least.). Anyway, I just finished reading this totally awesome fanfic called "Means to an End" by...well, I can't remember, sorry! Draco/Hermione one, I absolutely loved it...but I can't help it, I have to state my opinion on this one...*jumps up in a frenzy and starts to pull at her hair* WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!?!? WHAT KIND OF ENDING WAS THAT!?!?!? I've been DEPRESSED for WEEKS because of that story!!! *attempts to straighten out clothes and glances around* Er, sorry, I have an explosive and rather physically violent temper. I still absolutely LOVE that fic, the ending....well, it was good....but...GOD! *pulls out her hair* I'm not going to say the ending, it's just too mind boggling for my simple mind, plus it'll give it away if someone hasn't read it yet. I just hope I can write half as good as that, but definitely NOT like the ending. But, if you dudes have time, go check it out, it's REALLY long (which is the cool part, heh) but absolutely one of the best fanfics I have ever read in my entire fanfic reading life. (Which is just about 5 years) Anyways, enough of my nonsense babbling, *jumps up with a microphone and screeches* ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Disclaimer: *stops coloring fingernails with her Sharpie and looks up* Tch, yeah right. *waves Sharpie in the air* I own a Sharpie! Who wants to own Harry Potter!? *bursts out crying* OKAY! So I totally want Draco...and Legolas...and Eminem...and Evan Taubenfeld (the guitarist for Avril Lavigne)...SO WHAT!? *whimpers*
P.S. Whoa, my eyes went cross eyed there for a second! Oh, yes! I forgot! The prologue is in the future, then the chapters go back into the past. Just putting that up so as not to confuse anybody.
~Prologue~
A gust of summer wind blew, sending dark, honey-colored tendrils lurching frantically into the air, as if the were trying to be freed from the person the were attached to. As if they would be finally free of her, just like everyone else, and to be left dancing in the air current until it died down, never knowing where they would end up...risking the chance. That's why she was still alone, because she didn't want to risk the chance. She didn't want to lose the one person she held dear...not again. Never. Ever. Never again. And what a perfect way to stop anything from happening? Turn your heart into a cold stone. I think that should do the trick.
A delicate hand was at her side, carefully holding the blood red rose so as to not cut herself with the sharp thorns. Face impassive. It seemed even if thousands of bloody bodies were scattered throughout the beautiful, green field of Hogwarts, she could still have the same expression. Her short black plaited skirt eventually stopped fanning when the winds died down. It was disturbingly quiet, like a calm before the big storm...but she knew someone was there a few feet behind her.
She suddenly crushed the rose in her hand, making the big thorns going all the way into her now punctured skin. Not once did she flinch. It didn't matter anymore. She heard a small gasp from behind her, but ignored it for the time being. The blood seeped slowly through her fingers and black painted fingernails, tainting the bright manicured grass to a deathly and ominous red. Throwing the rose to her side with disgust and bitter contempt, grinding it into the ground with her heel and spat on it without a second thought. She could feel the hurt stare on her back and relished in it. Thorns were still lodged into her skin and blood was flowing steadily like a small creek.
Then she turned around to meet hurt icy gray eyes with her honey colored emotionless ones. He could barely choke out a sob.
"Why?" Draco Malfoy asked shakily.
Hermione Granger then smirked coldly at him like he had done to her for almost seven years. She walked over to him and ran her bloody hand down his cheek roughly, while grazing it with the embedded thorns, mixing their blood. He winced slightly at the sudden pain she inflicted on him physically and emotionally.
"Because," she lifted herself up and licked the blood running down his cheek once and backed away. "Didn't you tell everyone that I was a crazy, sadistic psycho bitch? Well, maybe I should start acting like it, since that's what everyone thinks now. Also, that I was the most horrible thing you've ever been with? Well, guess what?" She shoved him backward slightly, making him almost lose his footing. He stared at her wide-eyed in shock.
"I never meant it like-" He was cut off when Hermione laughed coldly.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, it was only a good fuck...even though it never happened, thank Merlin." She held her nose up in disgust and looked him up and down. "Hell, not even that. You know, I'm thinking about telling people that they give you too much damn credit." With that she shoved past him and toward the castle. He was almost thinking about crying...almost, but he wasn't going to let her see how much it hurt. Then he turned angry and frustrated beyond compare. He stormed at her and tackled her to the ground. They rolled over several times with several bursts of outrage, trying to get the upperhand. It finally ended with Draco on top of Hermione, pinning her down. His wisps of platinum blonde hair brushing against her face dangerously. She was breathing shakily through her nose, trying to calm herself from killing him right there on the spot. She hated him, yet she couldn't stop loving him. No matter what he did.
Thinking this final simple thought was what sickened her the most about herself...when she became indecisive around him. It was proven correct when he finally let all the pent up rage out with one swift movement that she had missed so dearly...
~Fin~
A/N: I actually kind of like it. The whole blood thing is slightly unsettling, but my mind is simply much too complex for me to understand. So, if you feel like it, tell me what you think and review! Only if you would like to though, I'm not one to force. Er, what's that saying...? You can't rape the willing...? Yes, I suppose it is similar to this whole "review"...scandal. *laughs like an idiot* Alright, I'll stop and start on the next chapter for all you lovely people that I haven't even spoken/written/or typed with yet. *falls over her chair in exhaustion* Buh bye, dudes.
pink_lemonade_86 o_O *wink*
Disclaimer: *stops coloring fingernails with her Sharpie and looks up* Tch, yeah right. *waves Sharpie in the air* I own a Sharpie! Who wants to own Harry Potter!? *bursts out crying* OKAY! So I totally want Draco...and Legolas...and Eminem...and Evan Taubenfeld (the guitarist for Avril Lavigne)...SO WHAT!? *whimpers*
P.S. Whoa, my eyes went cross eyed there for a second! Oh, yes! I forgot! The prologue is in the future, then the chapters go back into the past. Just putting that up so as not to confuse anybody.
A gust of summer wind blew, sending dark, honey-colored tendrils lurching frantically into the air, as if the were trying to be freed from the person the were attached to. As if they would be finally free of her, just like everyone else, and to be left dancing in the air current until it died down, never knowing where they would end up...risking the chance. That's why she was still alone, because she didn't want to risk the chance. She didn't want to lose the one person she held dear...not again. Never. Ever. Never again. And what a perfect way to stop anything from happening? Turn your heart into a cold stone. I think that should do the trick.
A delicate hand was at her side, carefully holding the blood red rose so as to not cut herself with the sharp thorns. Face impassive. It seemed even if thousands of bloody bodies were scattered throughout the beautiful, green field of Hogwarts, she could still have the same expression. Her short black plaited skirt eventually stopped fanning when the winds died down. It was disturbingly quiet, like a calm before the big storm...but she knew someone was there a few feet behind her.
She suddenly crushed the rose in her hand, making the big thorns going all the way into her now punctured skin. Not once did she flinch. It didn't matter anymore. She heard a small gasp from behind her, but ignored it for the time being. The blood seeped slowly through her fingers and black painted fingernails, tainting the bright manicured grass to a deathly and ominous red. Throwing the rose to her side with disgust and bitter contempt, grinding it into the ground with her heel and spat on it without a second thought. She could feel the hurt stare on her back and relished in it. Thorns were still lodged into her skin and blood was flowing steadily like a small creek.
Then she turned around to meet hurt icy gray eyes with her honey colored emotionless ones. He could barely choke out a sob.
"Why?" Draco Malfoy asked shakily.
Hermione Granger then smirked coldly at him like he had done to her for almost seven years. She walked over to him and ran her bloody hand down his cheek roughly, while grazing it with the embedded thorns, mixing their blood. He winced slightly at the sudden pain she inflicted on him physically and emotionally.
"Because," she lifted herself up and licked the blood running down his cheek once and backed away. "Didn't you tell everyone that I was a crazy, sadistic psycho bitch? Well, maybe I should start acting like it, since that's what everyone thinks now. Also, that I was the most horrible thing you've ever been with? Well, guess what?" She shoved him backward slightly, making him almost lose his footing. He stared at her wide-eyed in shock.
"I never meant it like-" He was cut off when Hermione laughed coldly.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, it was only a good fuck...even though it never happened, thank Merlin." She held her nose up in disgust and looked him up and down. "Hell, not even that. You know, I'm thinking about telling people that they give you too much damn credit." With that she shoved past him and toward the castle. He was almost thinking about crying...almost, but he wasn't going to let her see how much it hurt. Then he turned angry and frustrated beyond compare. He stormed at her and tackled her to the ground. They rolled over several times with several bursts of outrage, trying to get the upperhand. It finally ended with Draco on top of Hermione, pinning her down. His wisps of platinum blonde hair brushing against her face dangerously. She was breathing shakily through her nose, trying to calm herself from killing him right there on the spot. She hated him, yet she couldn't stop loving him. No matter what he did.
Thinking this final simple thought was what sickened her the most about herself...when she became indecisive around him. It was proven correct when he finally let all the pent up rage out with one swift movement that she had missed so dearly...
~Fin~
A/N: I actually kind of like it. The whole blood thing is slightly unsettling, but my mind is simply much too complex for me to understand. So, if you feel like it, tell me what you think and review! Only if you would like to though, I'm not one to force. Er, what's that saying...? You can't rape the willing...? Yes, I suppose it is similar to this whole "review"...scandal. *laughs like an idiot* Alright, I'll stop and start on the next chapter for all you lovely people that I haven't even spoken/written/or typed with yet. *falls over her chair in exhaustion* Buh bye, dudes.
pink_lemonade_86 o_O *wink*