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cLove within Hatec
cChapter twoc
cThe Betrayalc
Previously on Love within Hate:
"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY MUM LIKE THAT!" Harry yelled and then lunged at me. He got in a swift right hook before the surprise wore off. I returned it with one of my own, however. All I could hear was the insults coming from mine and Harry's mouths and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The shrieks of the girls nearby and the cheering of the Slytherin table didn't exist in my ears. (Ron's POV) ~ I ignored the glares and stares the Slytherin table gave me as I sat down with them. iGreat,i I thought glumly, ithe perfect way to start off the school year.i (Ron's POV) ~
"Our Head Girl this year is Hermione Granger-" As the clapping and cheering started fading and eventually ceased all together (Harry, Ron and Ginny were the last to stop) Dumbledore continued, "And this year's Head Boy is-"
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"Scott Hardy," Dumbledore finished. (a/n- I know most if not all of you probably wanted Draco but you'll see why I did this. Oh yeah and ha! I told you I was gonna be original! lol.)
The Great Hall stayed silent. Scott stood up and said, "Well it feels great to be so welcomed."
Ignoring him a girl from Ravenclaw spoke the words mostly everyone was thinking, "But he's just gotten here! Not even been sorted out into a house!" There were many nods and agreements spoken around the room until Professor Dumbledore held up his hands to explain, "His grades were the best in his other school and I talked to his previous Headmaster and teachers. Therefore he made an excellent candidate for Head Boy. When I checked everyone else's grades here, his were the best out of all of you."
Hermione was horrified. Someone else had better grades than her? Had all her studying gone to waste? "P-Professor? By saying 'everyone else's grades' you meant all the boys right?" she stuttered hoping that that was the case.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he smiled as he answered her, "As a matter of fact yes I had meant that." Hermione instantly relaxed. iSee? She told herself, iyou over react for nothing.i "But," he continued, "I found that you're grades were matched with another of the boys, Hermione. So I'm sorry to say that your grades are not the top of the class anymore."
She blushed and paled at the same time, if that was even possible, and sank down in her chair. iNot the top? What? I'm tied with another person? One of the boys? The boys of all people!i Hermione thought. Tears stung her eyes as she asked the question she was dreading. "W- Who am I tied with?"
"Why, I believe it's Mr. Malfoy. If Scott hadn't come to this school Mr. Malfoy would have been Head Boy," Dumbledore gave her the answer she wished wasn't true. iMalfoy would have been Head Boy? That's absurd! He never studied! He couldn't possibly be smart enough.there has to be some sort of mistake.i The first news had made her hate Scott more than anyone she could think of, except perhaps Malfoy, but the second news had made her glad he was here. Share a room with Malfoy for a whole year? She'd slit her wrists if that happened!
"Now, without further a due, let the feast begin!" Suddenly never-ending plates of food and pitchers of different drinks appeared on the tables and everyone dug in as if on cue.
Scott came over and sat down next to Hermione and began eating. She just sat there and pretended he wasn't there. But after a little while he got rather hard to ignore with all his 'I'm-not-really-looking-at-you' glances. Hermione just crossed her arms and turned to Professor McGonagal.
~Hermione's POV~
"Professor?"
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Do you think it's alright if I sit with my house now? Now that the Head Boy and Girl have already been announced?" I asked her hopefully.
"I suppose so," she answered, seeing the pleadingness (a/n- is that a word? If it isn't, it is now!) in my eyes.
"Thank you so much!" and I got up and ran to my table.
"Hey guys!" I greeted them when I got there. Then looking around I saw that there were only two of them, not three. "Where's Ron, Harry?"
"I don't know and I don't care," he answered angrily.
"You're not still mad about before are you?" "No, of course not. I'm perfectly okay with one of my best friends trying to beat me up," he sneered sarcastically.
"Okay, point taken. But still, you know how Ron is. He can't control his temper very well. And as I recall, YOU hit HIM first," I pointed out.
"But he started to fight," Harry countered.
"He started the iargumenti, not the fight," I corrected, "Now, eat something. Gotta get in shape for Quidditch." He grumbled something inaudible, but I just ignored it.
After I saw that he was eating I turned my attention to finding Ron. Where was he?
"He's not at the table," a voice to my right told me. A jumped a little, startled and turned to see who had spoken.
"Ginny!" I exclaimed, "You scared me! But what do you mean he's not at this table? It's the only table he ever sits at. I mean, it is the Gryffindor table after all."
"I have my sources and my sources say he's not here," Ginny shrugged. Her sources were Lavender and Parvati. And as I asked around the whole table I realized they were right. iOf course they are! They're the gossip queens. They know and see all!i I giggled to myself as I realized that what I was thinking was true. It was pretty darn hard to keep a secret from Lav and Parvati; which means it's pretty hard to keep a secret from the school!
iIf I had just beaten up my best friend, where would I go?i I asked myself. Well, I would go where there were people like me, because I'd be disgusted with myself. iSlytherin!i
Ron's POV
I grimaced as I sat down at the horrible table. And right next to one of my all-time favorite enemies. Pansy Parkinson.
"What're you doing here, Weasley?" she sneered, grabbing onto Malfoy's arm. who looked quite disgusted at this act.
"Get off me Pansy," he growled trying to shake her off.
Pansy just ignored him and started again, "Why don't you go back to your precious Gryffindor table?" She said this so loud all the Slytherins went silent and turned toward me leering.
"Yeah Weasley, why don't you go back to your precious Potter?" Malfoy said. I sent him a glare and said, "'Precious Potter'? If you can't remember what just happened, I think you might want to get some help. I'll give you a hint just this once though: fight + me + Potter = not friends. Got it?"
"How do we know you weren't just acting that fight to come sit with us?" Pansy asked.
"Oh, bloody hell! Why would I want to sit with you? I can't stand any of you! You're all just liars, cheaters, and Death Eaters!" I responded. Want to sit with the scum? Right!
"But still- Prove to us that you aren't just a spy and we won't pound you into pulp," Malfoy told me.
"If punching Potter in the face and sitting with people I absolutely can't stand doesn't prove it, I don't know what will," I said. Malfoy smirked mischievously and I got kind of nervous.
"Call her a mudblood," he pointed to Hermione, with a stupid little smirk on his face. I tried to tell him no, but even as my mouth moved no sound came out. "What? Scared? I thought you weren't friends with them anymore?"
"I never said I wasn't friends with Hermione. I said I wasn't friends with Potter," I finally found my voice.
"Fine. Your call. Crabbe, Goyle," he sneered and signaled the baboons to hit me. Goyle raised his fist and-
"Ron!" a soft hand came down on my shoulder gently. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Golye paused and looked at Hermione quizzically. I had to decide now.
"Don't touch me, mudblood," I spat. Ugh, how could I do that? I was utterly disgusted with myself. The hurt look on Hermione's face as she pulled her hand away from my shoulder like it was on fire made me feel so horrible. Like I was nothing but filth. Filth that wasn't worthy of her beautiful presents. Nothing but a Slytherin.
But the astonished looks on Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy made me proud. (Goyle and Crabbe caught the concept that calling your best friend a mudblood was bad)
"Hermione, I-" I started apologizing. She shook her head slowly, tears filling her eyes and turned, fleeing the Great Hall as they poured out. That was the second time in one day I started saying sorry and never finished.
As I was about to get up and go after her Malfoy clapped me on the back the way a father does when he's proud of his son. "I never thought you had it in you," he told me nodding. "Good job, Weasley."
Seeing that Malfoy approved of me, other Slytherins started agreeing with him and congratulating me. For some strange reason it made me feel good. Like I finally belonged somewhere. I wasn't just some dumbass, invisible, no credit side kick. I was way up top in the food chain now. And it felt damn good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ a/n- Okay I don't really know where I'm going with this but stay with me, k? I'm trying my best!
Pleeze pleeze pleeze review!!!! I'll be oh so thankful! Heehee. see you next chapter! (hopefully!)
a/n- I got my first review!!!! Thank you thank you thank you! And how do you know that it's Draco? Maybe I'll be original! Thanks again Joan!!!
cLove within Hatec
cChapter twoc
cThe Betrayalc
Previously on Love within Hate:
"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY MUM LIKE THAT!" Harry yelled and then lunged at me. He got in a swift right hook before the surprise wore off. I returned it with one of my own, however. All I could hear was the insults coming from mine and Harry's mouths and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. The shrieks of the girls nearby and the cheering of the Slytherin table didn't exist in my ears. (Ron's POV) ~ I ignored the glares and stares the Slytherin table gave me as I sat down with them. iGreat,i I thought glumly, ithe perfect way to start off the school year.i (Ron's POV) ~
"Our Head Girl this year is Hermione Granger-" As the clapping and cheering started fading and eventually ceased all together (Harry, Ron and Ginny were the last to stop) Dumbledore continued, "And this year's Head Boy is-"
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"Scott Hardy," Dumbledore finished. (a/n- I know most if not all of you probably wanted Draco but you'll see why I did this. Oh yeah and ha! I told you I was gonna be original! lol.)
The Great Hall stayed silent. Scott stood up and said, "Well it feels great to be so welcomed."
Ignoring him a girl from Ravenclaw spoke the words mostly everyone was thinking, "But he's just gotten here! Not even been sorted out into a house!" There were many nods and agreements spoken around the room until Professor Dumbledore held up his hands to explain, "His grades were the best in his other school and I talked to his previous Headmaster and teachers. Therefore he made an excellent candidate for Head Boy. When I checked everyone else's grades here, his were the best out of all of you."
Hermione was horrified. Someone else had better grades than her? Had all her studying gone to waste? "P-Professor? By saying 'everyone else's grades' you meant all the boys right?" she stuttered hoping that that was the case.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he smiled as he answered her, "As a matter of fact yes I had meant that." Hermione instantly relaxed. iSee? She told herself, iyou over react for nothing.i "But," he continued, "I found that you're grades were matched with another of the boys, Hermione. So I'm sorry to say that your grades are not the top of the class anymore."
She blushed and paled at the same time, if that was even possible, and sank down in her chair. iNot the top? What? I'm tied with another person? One of the boys? The boys of all people!i Hermione thought. Tears stung her eyes as she asked the question she was dreading. "W- Who am I tied with?"
"Why, I believe it's Mr. Malfoy. If Scott hadn't come to this school Mr. Malfoy would have been Head Boy," Dumbledore gave her the answer she wished wasn't true. iMalfoy would have been Head Boy? That's absurd! He never studied! He couldn't possibly be smart enough.there has to be some sort of mistake.i The first news had made her hate Scott more than anyone she could think of, except perhaps Malfoy, but the second news had made her glad he was here. Share a room with Malfoy for a whole year? She'd slit her wrists if that happened!
"Now, without further a due, let the feast begin!" Suddenly never-ending plates of food and pitchers of different drinks appeared on the tables and everyone dug in as if on cue.
Scott came over and sat down next to Hermione and began eating. She just sat there and pretended he wasn't there. But after a little while he got rather hard to ignore with all his 'I'm-not-really-looking-at-you' glances. Hermione just crossed her arms and turned to Professor McGonagal.
~Hermione's POV~
"Professor?"
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Do you think it's alright if I sit with my house now? Now that the Head Boy and Girl have already been announced?" I asked her hopefully.
"I suppose so," she answered, seeing the pleadingness (a/n- is that a word? If it isn't, it is now!) in my eyes.
"Thank you so much!" and I got up and ran to my table.
"Hey guys!" I greeted them when I got there. Then looking around I saw that there were only two of them, not three. "Where's Ron, Harry?"
"I don't know and I don't care," he answered angrily.
"You're not still mad about before are you?" "No, of course not. I'm perfectly okay with one of my best friends trying to beat me up," he sneered sarcastically.
"Okay, point taken. But still, you know how Ron is. He can't control his temper very well. And as I recall, YOU hit HIM first," I pointed out.
"But he started to fight," Harry countered.
"He started the iargumenti, not the fight," I corrected, "Now, eat something. Gotta get in shape for Quidditch." He grumbled something inaudible, but I just ignored it.
After I saw that he was eating I turned my attention to finding Ron. Where was he?
"He's not at the table," a voice to my right told me. A jumped a little, startled and turned to see who had spoken.
"Ginny!" I exclaimed, "You scared me! But what do you mean he's not at this table? It's the only table he ever sits at. I mean, it is the Gryffindor table after all."
"I have my sources and my sources say he's not here," Ginny shrugged. Her sources were Lavender and Parvati. And as I asked around the whole table I realized they were right. iOf course they are! They're the gossip queens. They know and see all!i I giggled to myself as I realized that what I was thinking was true. It was pretty darn hard to keep a secret from Lav and Parvati; which means it's pretty hard to keep a secret from the school!
iIf I had just beaten up my best friend, where would I go?i I asked myself. Well, I would go where there were people like me, because I'd be disgusted with myself. iSlytherin!i
Ron's POV
I grimaced as I sat down at the horrible table. And right next to one of my all-time favorite enemies. Pansy Parkinson.
"What're you doing here, Weasley?" she sneered, grabbing onto Malfoy's arm. who looked quite disgusted at this act.
"Get off me Pansy," he growled trying to shake her off.
Pansy just ignored him and started again, "Why don't you go back to your precious Gryffindor table?" She said this so loud all the Slytherins went silent and turned toward me leering.
"Yeah Weasley, why don't you go back to your precious Potter?" Malfoy said. I sent him a glare and said, "'Precious Potter'? If you can't remember what just happened, I think you might want to get some help. I'll give you a hint just this once though: fight + me + Potter = not friends. Got it?"
"How do we know you weren't just acting that fight to come sit with us?" Pansy asked.
"Oh, bloody hell! Why would I want to sit with you? I can't stand any of you! You're all just liars, cheaters, and Death Eaters!" I responded. Want to sit with the scum? Right!
"But still- Prove to us that you aren't just a spy and we won't pound you into pulp," Malfoy told me.
"If punching Potter in the face and sitting with people I absolutely can't stand doesn't prove it, I don't know what will," I said. Malfoy smirked mischievously and I got kind of nervous.
"Call her a mudblood," he pointed to Hermione, with a stupid little smirk on his face. I tried to tell him no, but even as my mouth moved no sound came out. "What? Scared? I thought you weren't friends with them anymore?"
"I never said I wasn't friends with Hermione. I said I wasn't friends with Potter," I finally found my voice.
"Fine. Your call. Crabbe, Goyle," he sneered and signaled the baboons to hit me. Goyle raised his fist and-
"Ron!" a soft hand came down on my shoulder gently. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Golye paused and looked at Hermione quizzically. I had to decide now.
"Don't touch me, mudblood," I spat. Ugh, how could I do that? I was utterly disgusted with myself. The hurt look on Hermione's face as she pulled her hand away from my shoulder like it was on fire made me feel so horrible. Like I was nothing but filth. Filth that wasn't worthy of her beautiful presents. Nothing but a Slytherin.
But the astonished looks on Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy made me proud. (Goyle and Crabbe caught the concept that calling your best friend a mudblood was bad)
"Hermione, I-" I started apologizing. She shook her head slowly, tears filling her eyes and turned, fleeing the Great Hall as they poured out. That was the second time in one day I started saying sorry and never finished.
As I was about to get up and go after her Malfoy clapped me on the back the way a father does when he's proud of his son. "I never thought you had it in you," he told me nodding. "Good job, Weasley."
Seeing that Malfoy approved of me, other Slytherins started agreeing with him and congratulating me. For some strange reason it made me feel good. Like I finally belonged somewhere. I wasn't just some dumbass, invisible, no credit side kick. I was way up top in the food chain now. And it felt damn good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ a/n- Okay I don't really know where I'm going with this but stay with me, k? I'm trying my best!
Pleeze pleeze pleeze review!!!! I'll be oh so thankful! Heehee. see you next chapter! (hopefully!)