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AN: Just to make things clear, this is a Dramione, however I couldn't resist the drama so Hermione has a lot of decisions to make and hearts to brake. So without further to do, I present the third chapter of my story.
Chapter Three
Blaise's POV
Blaise was sitting in the Great Hall next to Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and so on. They were eating breakfast. The mail had just come. A handsome black owl came and perched itself right next to Blaise's breakfast. Blaise recognized the owl right away. He took the envelope from its beck and gave it a biscuit from a tray. The owl finished the biscuit and flew away.
Blaise just held the note for a moment. He didn't even need to open it he knew who it was from and what it said. Against his better judgment he opened the letter and began to read it. He felt the blood drain from his face. He read and reread the letter in horror. He thought about ripping it on the spot but he knew the others would ask questions. Maybe Draco wouldn't because he was starring off into space again, but Pansy would definitely ask. Let's face it, the girl was nosy.
Blaise wasn't in the mood for Pansy's interrogations so he got up from the table and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Pansy asked.
"The common room. I'm not hungry." Blaise said walking away. Pansy just shrugged and continued eating her breakfast. She didn't care what Blaise did the way she did Draco. Blaise saw it as a blessing; it always annoyed Draco to death.
Blaise walked to the lake and levitated the letter in the air then he set it on fire. He waited until it was nothing but ashes then he threw the ashes into the lake. He didn't know why he was upset; it had happened a dozen times before. He knew it was coming; he wasn't even surprised, just upset. Blaise was not like other Slytherinns. He didn't plan to be a death eater when he finished school and he certainly didn't like the thought of innocent killings. He planed on doing something else with his life, something meaningful.
Blaise sat under a nearby tree. He picked up a rock and threw it at the lake. He watched the ripples of the lake until time for class.
Hermione's POV
Hermione continued to eat her breakfast while listening to Ginny complain nonstop about Dean and their latest fight. Hermione wasn't particularly paying attention. She looked over to see if Malfoy was still staring at her, which he was but this time lowered his gaze, just in time to see Zabini get up angrily and storm off. She did not have compassion for Slytherinns but she did want to know what was wrong. Why do I care; it's none of my business. I have got to stop being so nosy Hermione thought. She then continued to listen to Ginny complain until time for class.
Hermione woke up the next morning feeling excited. Today was the quidditch match of Gryffindor against Slytherin. She was excited because Ron and Ginny were on the team this year. She knew everything would be perfect.
After the Quidditch match when Harry is comforting Hermione
Ron's POV
Ron was running up the stairs with a positively giddy Lavender.
The way I see it this is a win-win situation. Hermione is jealous and will come running to me and I get to snog Lavender. Ron thought.
He opened a classroom door to reveal Hermione lying all over Harry. He saw red. He was about to start yelling his heart out when Lavender came in, said something Ron did not hear, and Hermione shot birds at him that he barely missed.
As he and Lavender were looking for another classroom he was still fuming. He had always suspected Harry had a thing for Hermione but now he knew for sure. Ron felt betrayed because Harry knew he liked Hermione. He had told him himself.
I should have known by the way he acted when I told him. Ron thought bitterly.
Flashback
Hogwarts fourth year. Hermione has just stormed off angry with Rita Skeeter.
Ron was sitting in the Great Hall with just Harry now. While he was eating, Harry was reading the article over and over again smirking when he thought nobody was looking.
Ron felt this was as good a time as any.
"Harry, can I talk to you for second outside?" Ron asked standing up.
"Yeah, mate sure." Harry said getting up too.
They were halfway to the quiddditch pitch when Ron began to speak.
"I gotta tell you something mate," Ron said hesitantly. "I, uh, I like Hermione."
Harry's eyes flashed anger for a second then he face went blank and emotionless.
"If you like her, you like her," Harry started to walk away. "but don't think other boys aren't going to like her because they are."
The last pert sounded more like a threat than a statement but Ron didn't care. Harry had given him the go-ahead. Hermione would be his…in time.
End Flashback
The next day.
Hermione's POV
Hermione was not talking to Ron. He was absolutely foul git. Every time she looked at him all she saw was him snogging Lavender. She didn't even sit by him and Harry. Today she sat by Ginny and Luna. She picked with her food. She had to think of some way to get him jealous and break them up. But how?
As if on cue, Parvati came and sat across from Hermione.
"I can't take it anymore," She said." I'm sick of seeing them snogging all the time and I want my best friend back. We have got to break them up."
Hermione surprised that Parvati would say something like that and that she was just thinking about that herself was momentarily speechless.
"But how are we going to do that?" Hermione asked.
"You," Parvati said simply.
"Me, but what can I do?" Hermione asked again shocked.
"It's obvious he likes you and is only trying to make you jealous. So you just have to flip the script. Get some guy he really hates and date him." Parvati looking like it was the best plan ever.
"I guess it sounds good." Hermione said.
"Great. Oh, and I'll have to miss potions today." She said and rushed off before Hermione could say another word.
Hermione spent the rest of the morning making a list of all the in her year and scratching off the names of the boys she knew wouldn't make Ron jealous. When she finally looked at the clock she saw that it would be time for Potions class in two minutes. She took off down the corridor as fast as she could.
When she got there she saw that Slughorn was not yet there. She also saw that there were only two seats available. One was by Ron and the other was by Draco Malfoy. Hermione was hesitant as she slowly began to walk to a seat.
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