Title: There's No Such Thing as a Painless Love
Chapter Thirteen: The Subdued Love
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Hermione ran through the corridors, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was doing anymore. So far, her year wasn't going exactly as planned. First she falls in love with one of her best friends, and then her arch enemy declares his love for her. Then they both decided to go on a jealous rampage, beat up her other best friend, and now she despises them.
Hermione was frantic, and running blindly to no specific place, when she ran right into the arms of the problem.
"Harry," she gasped.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Why are you so upset?"
"I know, Harry; it was them," she whispered.
" 'Mione, I don't know wh-"
"It was Ron and Draco," she said more soundly, "They were the ones who beat you up. You don't have to lie anymore. You know they did it, Harry. I know you do."
There was a long silence. Harry just hugged Hermione, so glad that he didn't have to hold it inside anymore. She knew the truth now. It wasn't going to be easy to deal with, but it felt good to have someone he trusted know.
He held her close for a few short moments, which seemed to last forever to Hermione. She wanted to stay in the comfort of her best friend's arms forever. He made her feel safe, and he had this way of making all of her problems just melt away. That's why she loved him.
Soon enough she looked up at him, held him tighter, and they smiled at each other. He slowly leaned in and they kissed. Of course, they immediately pulled apart, considering the awkwardness of the whole situation.
Without saying anything, Hermione stood up, turned the corner, ran right passed Ron, and back to her dormitory.
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Arriving inside the Head Boy/Head Girl common room, Hermione leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. She now had three guys she had to worry about. She loved Harry, but as nothing more than a friend. Then, of course, there were Ron and Draco, whom she was still beyond furious with.
Sighing, she stood and moped up to her dorm.
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Turning into her bedroom she gasped.
"Get out!"
Sitting on her bed was none other than Draco, a remorseful look on his face.
"I said leave! I have nothing to say to you!"
"Hermione, just listen to me-"
"No! You had no right to-"
"HERMIONE!"
"No, Draco! Just go..LEAVE!"
Hesitantly he went to the door.
"I'm sorry, Hermione."
Watching the door close behind him, she threw a pillow at no particular target, and then collapsed onto her bed uncontrollably crying.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was lunchtime in the Great Hall, and things weren't right.
Ron and Harry were seated far away from each other; Draco wasn't responding to anything, and looked dazed; and Hermione was no where in sight.
"Harry...where's Hermione? She's missed all off her morning classes," asked Neville.
"What? That's odd. Maybe she's not feeling well. I'll go check on her," said Harry, wanting to talk to her about the night before.
Finishing his lunch, Harry stood up and headed straight to hospital wing to see if Hermione was there.
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'She wasn't there,' Harry thought to himself, 'Where could she be?'
After checking the hospital wing, the library, and outside, Harry started to get worried. It wasn't like Hermione to just miss classes, even if she was sick. Maybe she overslept? No, she wouldn't do that either.
There was no explanation as to why Hermione wasn't around. Unless...
Harry ran as fast as he could to the Head Boy/Head Girl portrait.
"Let me in," he demanded breathlessly.
"Password?"
"Just let me in! I need to see Hermione!"
"Not without the password," answered the portrait dully.
Harry let out a groan of frustration.
"Lost, Potter?"
"Malfoy," Harry said coldly, "I need to see Hermione."
Draco's smirk faded a little at the mention of Hermione's name.
"Can't help you there. Why don't you-"
"I'm not joking, Malfoy!" Harry said angrily, "Let me in! Now!"
"Oh, I just remembered! I left my books at the library. I should go get them."
Draco turned to 'get his books,' when Harry had a sudden burst of strength, grabbed his robes, and forcefully pushed him against the wall.
"Look, Malfoy," he spat, "I'm not in the mood for this; for you. I need to speak with Hermione, so either you tell me the password, or I turn your 'perfect' face into a repulsive sight."
Draco just stared at him, contemplating whether he would actually do anything. Deciding his anger was immense, Draco gave in, "Billywig."
The portrait swung open, Harry let go of Draco and stepped inside. There was no sign of Hermione in the common room, so he ran up to her bedroom.
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Harry knocked on her door. " 'Mione. You okay?"
No answer.
Jiggling the doorknob, Harry realized it wouldn't budge. He knew the spell, but was afraid to use it, not wanting to just barge in.
He tried to open it again, then gave up. " 'Mione? Are you in there? 'Mione?"
Getting worried, Harry knew he had to do it, "Alohamora."
Harry walked into her room, and over to her bed. It was empty.
He looked around hoping to see her. She wasn't there. He found nothing but an open window.
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A/N: Okay, you know how it is...damn school, its gets in the way! All I want to do is play soccer and write! Ashlina is off Monday, so she'll write something for you! Um, yeah! Oh, guess what - - Courticus sprained her foot and was out of soccer for a week but still had to attend practices, otherwise she would have written (duh uh)! Um, that was unnecessary information! Oh, well! Thanks for reading, we love you! R/R, please...
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Chapter Thirteen: The Subdued Love
- -
Hermione ran through the corridors, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was doing anymore. So far, her year wasn't going exactly as planned. First she falls in love with one of her best friends, and then her arch enemy declares his love for her. Then they both decided to go on a jealous rampage, beat up her other best friend, and now she despises them.
Hermione was frantic, and running blindly to no specific place, when she ran right into the arms of the problem.
"Harry," she gasped.
"What's wrong, Hermione? Why are you so upset?"
"I know, Harry; it was them," she whispered.
" 'Mione, I don't know wh-"
"It was Ron and Draco," she said more soundly, "They were the ones who beat you up. You don't have to lie anymore. You know they did it, Harry. I know you do."
There was a long silence. Harry just hugged Hermione, so glad that he didn't have to hold it inside anymore. She knew the truth now. It wasn't going to be easy to deal with, but it felt good to have someone he trusted know.
He held her close for a few short moments, which seemed to last forever to Hermione. She wanted to stay in the comfort of her best friend's arms forever. He made her feel safe, and he had this way of making all of her problems just melt away. That's why she loved him.
Soon enough she looked up at him, held him tighter, and they smiled at each other. He slowly leaned in and they kissed. Of course, they immediately pulled apart, considering the awkwardness of the whole situation.
Without saying anything, Hermione stood up, turned the corner, ran right passed Ron, and back to her dormitory.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Arriving inside the Head Boy/Head Girl common room, Hermione leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. She now had three guys she had to worry about. She loved Harry, but as nothing more than a friend. Then, of course, there were Ron and Draco, whom she was still beyond furious with.
Sighing, she stood and moped up to her dorm.
- -
Turning into her bedroom she gasped.
"Get out!"
Sitting on her bed was none other than Draco, a remorseful look on his face.
"I said leave! I have nothing to say to you!"
"Hermione, just listen to me-"
"No! You had no right to-"
"HERMIONE!"
"No, Draco! Just go..LEAVE!"
Hesitantly he went to the door.
"I'm sorry, Hermione."
Watching the door close behind him, she threw a pillow at no particular target, and then collapsed onto her bed uncontrollably crying.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was lunchtime in the Great Hall, and things weren't right.
Ron and Harry were seated far away from each other; Draco wasn't responding to anything, and looked dazed; and Hermione was no where in sight.
"Harry...where's Hermione? She's missed all off her morning classes," asked Neville.
"What? That's odd. Maybe she's not feeling well. I'll go check on her," said Harry, wanting to talk to her about the night before.
Finishing his lunch, Harry stood up and headed straight to hospital wing to see if Hermione was there.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'She wasn't there,' Harry thought to himself, 'Where could she be?'
After checking the hospital wing, the library, and outside, Harry started to get worried. It wasn't like Hermione to just miss classes, even if she was sick. Maybe she overslept? No, she wouldn't do that either.
There was no explanation as to why Hermione wasn't around. Unless...
Harry ran as fast as he could to the Head Boy/Head Girl portrait.
"Let me in," he demanded breathlessly.
"Password?"
"Just let me in! I need to see Hermione!"
"Not without the password," answered the portrait dully.
Harry let out a groan of frustration.
"Lost, Potter?"
"Malfoy," Harry said coldly, "I need to see Hermione."
Draco's smirk faded a little at the mention of Hermione's name.
"Can't help you there. Why don't you-"
"I'm not joking, Malfoy!" Harry said angrily, "Let me in! Now!"
"Oh, I just remembered! I left my books at the library. I should go get them."
Draco turned to 'get his books,' when Harry had a sudden burst of strength, grabbed his robes, and forcefully pushed him against the wall.
"Look, Malfoy," he spat, "I'm not in the mood for this; for you. I need to speak with Hermione, so either you tell me the password, or I turn your 'perfect' face into a repulsive sight."
Draco just stared at him, contemplating whether he would actually do anything. Deciding his anger was immense, Draco gave in, "Billywig."
The portrait swung open, Harry let go of Draco and stepped inside. There was no sign of Hermione in the common room, so he ran up to her bedroom.
- -
Harry knocked on her door. " 'Mione. You okay?"
No answer.
Jiggling the doorknob, Harry realized it wouldn't budge. He knew the spell, but was afraid to use it, not wanting to just barge in.
He tried to open it again, then gave up. " 'Mione? Are you in there? 'Mione?"
Getting worried, Harry knew he had to do it, "Alohamora."
Harry walked into her room, and over to her bed. It was empty.
He looked around hoping to see her. She wasn't there. He found nothing but an open window.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Okay, you know how it is...damn school, its gets in the way! All I want to do is play soccer and write! Ashlina is off Monday, so she'll write something for you! Um, yeah! Oh, guess what - - Courticus sprained her foot and was out of soccer for a week but still had to attend practices, otherwise she would have written (duh uh)! Um, that was unnecessary information! Oh, well! Thanks for reading, we love you! R/R, please...
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