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Chapter 2:
Hermione had laid out a plan. It sounded simple enough. Oliver already loved her, that part was simple. She had to make him desire her. Next, she had to convince Harry that Oliver was cheating on him and vice versa. Piece of cake.
"Hermione?" Hermione's head jerked up. Parvarti Patil was standing in the doorway, her hair was soaking wet, and she stared at Hermione as if she had just grown a second head. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"Go fuck yourself, Parvarti." Then she went back to her plotting. Parvarti stormed out of the room in a huff. Hermione couldn't care less.
A bright white owl swooped into her room. It was Hedwig. The beautiful owl stepped in front of Hermione and blinked her Amber eyes. She held out her leg. There was a small note attached.
"What the bloody hell does Harry have to say to me?" she asked curiously. She pulled the note off the owl's leg and unfolded it.
Dear Hermione,
I wanted to apologize for last night. What happened shouldn't have happened. 'Mione, you know I love you. And that scares me. You are the only one that makes me question my sexuality. But I don't question it so much that I will dump the one man I have ever loved to figure it out. I'm sorry, but I can't hurt Harry like that.
Oliver.
"Oh my god, what am I doing?" Hermione asked as the tears came freely from her eyes. Harry was one of her best friends, and she was planning on destroying him? For who? Oliver fucking Wood? That man was an absolute dick, who's done nothing but break her heart. And even now, in his apology letter, he's hurting her.
Any qualm Hermione had about hurting Harry flew out the window and was replaced with anger. Anger aimed at Oliver.
Hermione ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook. Quickly she scribbled a reply.
Dear Fuckhead, I mean Oliver,
You are a sweet person aren't you? You will do anything for Harry won't you? Including fuck every other man in the school. Or all those gorgeous fags on your team. Do you honestly think that I'm as dumb as Harry? I know what you do after your Quidditch matches. Harry's in school, you're out on your own. Who knows what you do with all that free time? I do. You cheat on Harry. But of course, you love him. Bull shit. If you really loved him, you wouldn't cheat on him. And if you loved him, you wouldn't have to apologize for kissing me last night, because you wouldn't have kissed me. And you wouldn't be telling me you loved me either, don't you think?
Draco.
"Hedwig!" The owl flew back to Hermione's desk just as she finished folding up the paper. She tied the note to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Harry." The bird blinked her understanding. Then flew back out of the room.
That was cruel. She knew it. To hurt Oliver she had to hurt Harry. But it was the only way to truly hurt Oliver. So it had to do.
She just hoped it didn't hurt Harry too bad.
POLL:
Should Hermione succeed in her plan?
A. Yes!
B. No way! Oliver and Harry are meant for each other!
C. No, you should make her gay!
D. Who cares?
So far the results are as follows:
A. Yes!-0
B. No way! Oliver and Harry are meant for each other! -1
C. No, you should make her gay! - 0
D. Who cares? -Apparently no one.
Come on up and vote! Really, it's allowed.
