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Previously on Love within Hate:
Harry caught Ron laughing from the corner of his eye. So he let go of Hermione, dashed over to Ron, punched him in the face, and was back with his arm around Hermione before anyone could tell what was happening.
Ginny went up to Draco and slapped him so hard the whole Hall heard it.
"The password will be-"
"Draco Malfoy's a great prat," Hermione muttered. The mirror swung open, confirming that that was the new password.
"You do know how annoying you are, right?" Hermione snapped. Scott just smiled and said, "I know." Hermione rolled her eyes and left the "head" quarters.
Love within Hate
Chapter four
Rumors, sorting and apologies
"I'm so so so so so sorry, Hermione," Ron said for the billionth time since Hermione came into the Gryffindor common room.
Ron had some to his senses after Harry had punched him and Ginny had brought him back to the common room.
He apologized severely to everyone including Harry and said he didn't mean any of it, that he was just being a jealous git. They were all too happy to accept his apologies, except Hermione, but now he was getting down right annoying.
"Hermione, please say something. I said I was sorry," Ron pleaded again.
Hermione just kept ignoring him and tried to carry on the conversation she was having with Ginny. This may seem mean and over-acting but what Ron had done had hurt Hermione very much. The door of trust had been shut slammed shut the second that word had slipped from his lips and there was nothing he could do about it.
Ron was about to apologize again but stopped when Dean shook his head telling him not to. So he sauntered over to the couch, plopped down and repeatedly hit his head on the back of it, wishing it hurt more.
Hermione glanced at her watch and groaned, "Ugh, sorry guys I have to go back to the quarters and get ready for dinner."
Ginny's eyes were twinkling and everyone knew she was going to say something daring. "Are you sure that's the only thing you want to get ready for? Or is there something else? Or shall I say someone else?" Yep, there it was.
This caught the attention of Ron who jumped off the couch and cried, "What?!" in a protective kind of way. "You're 'getting ready' for someone?" he said a little too loudly, which caught the attention of Lavender and Parvati who were passing by.
"Ooooh! Hermione's got a date?" Lavender squealed.
"Can we help pick out your clothes?" Parvati asked enthusiastically.
Hermione blushed. "I have not got a date!" she denied.
"Sure you don't," Lavender said.
"Don't worry, Hermione, we understand if you don't want our help," Parvati told her. Then they walked away and there was no doubt that it would be all over school by dinner.
"Ginny!" Hermione screeched.
Ginny blushed a deep crimson (a/n-crimson and clover over and over.oh yeah, sorry, back to the usual programming-) and Harry came over, casually putting his arm around her shoulders.
"What'd you do now?" he asked her.
Hermione saved her though by answering, "Ginny's gone and told everyone I've got a date!"
Harry's eyes widened and he smiled, "You do? Congrats, Herm! Who's the lucky-" but stopped at the look she gave him. "What?"
"I don't have a date, Harry," Hermione said shortly.
"But you said," Harry pointed at Ginny with his other hand that was holding an apple. (a/n- I don't know why I said that but I had a sudden picture of Harry in over-alls eating an apple. Don't ask. I'm tired.)
Hermione simply shook her head in disbelief that her friends were that stupid and walked back to her quarters.
When she got there she didn't see Scott anywhere and assumed he was out with friends or something. She got changed for dinner (black net long sleeved shirt under a black short-sleeved belly shirt, black leather pants and completed with black spike healed boots. I know that's a lot of black but what can I say, I like black.)
Hermione looked in the mirror. Hmm.Something's missing.
She snapped her fingers and rummaged through her trunk for her lightning bolt necklace, black lace choker, dragon ear-cuff, cross earrings, and silver bracelets. After putting on all her jewelry she looked in the mirror once more, "That's better."
"A bit much black, don't you think, dear?" the mirror asked her.
"No it's not," Hermione answered fixing her ear cuff.
"Are you going out?" it asked her politely but nosily.
Hermione grimaced, "It does look like I'm going somewhere doesn't it?"
When the mirror didn't answer she sighed and said oh well before heading to her private library, bringing along her favorite muggle book- Fingerprints 7: Payback.
She was surprised and somewhat disappointed to see Scott sitting in his chair. She simply sighed quietly and observed him. So.he liked to read? She glanced at the book he held in his hands as she sat down. It was Hogwarts: A history. She couldn't help but smile at that.
"Is something funny?" he asked light-heartedly, flashing one of his dazzling smiles. Hermione blushed a bit but answered just the same, "It's just that- well.that's my favorite book and I was thinking that if you like it, you can't be all bad."
Scott kept smiling. He nodded toward her book, "So, what're you reading?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She didn't know why she was embarrassed about reading a muggle book. She was muggle-born after all. Yet for some reason she felt as if she ought to be.
Tell me, a voice hissed into her head, but when she looked up startled Scott was still smiling and he obviously hadn't said anything. Yet before she could even think twice she blurted out everything, "It's a muggle book I bought over the summer. Fingerprints 7: Payback.
"Oh," Scott said, his smile disappearing, "So you're a mudbl- Muggle- born!" he corrected himself, saying it in a happier tone, his smile reappearing.
Once again Hermione blushed and nodded.
Say something! that same voice hissed. Again before she could argue she was rambling, "So how do you like it here so far? Are you nervous about being sorted? What was your old school like? What was your old school?"
Scott raised an eyebrow at her. "Is there one question in particular that you want me to answer or shall I pick one?" he asked teasingly. Hermione blushed and looked at her hands. (a/n- she's been doing that a lot, huh?) "Well, to answer your first question- I like it here just fine, but you know what?" he lowered his voice like her was going to tell her a secret. "I like it better now that I know you."
Hermione didn't know what to say. She just beamed at him. He really was winning her over.
Before either of them knew it, the grandfather clock chimed and read, Dinner time!
"Wow, the time sure does fly," Scott stated, standing up. Hermione stood up too, agreeing. "Accompany me to dinner?" he asked offering his arm. She giggled (Hermione?! Giggle?! Nah!) and accepted. The spent the whole way to the Great Hall like that.
Hermione and Scott entered the Hall like that, laughing, arms entwined, but were quickly interrupted by a very loud comment.
"So, Granger, got another boyfriend?" Hermione blushed furiously but came up with a comeback quickly.
"What Malfoy? Jealous?" she purred at him, very unlike herself, "You want a piece too? I'm sure I can handle three guys."
Harry, Ron and pretty much the whole Hall looked up at her in surprise. And if you thought THEY looked surprised you should see the look on her face! Especially when Malfoy got up and started walking toward her.
When he got right in front of her (a/n- and I mean RIGHT in front, like two inches apart in front) he leaded into her ear and whispered, "What if I talk you up on the offer?"
Hermione could feel her face heat up and she dropped Scott's arm. Malfoy just smirked. "Handle three guys? You couldn't handle me alone."
What Hermione did next took everyone by surprise. She grabbed by the back of his neck and kissed him. Instinctively his hands went to her waist but he quickly pulled away.
Now Hermione smirked. "I knew it," she said, "You're all talk." Then she walked away, pulling Scott along with her.
Malfoy jus stood there in shock, everything that just happened hitting him. No one walks away from a Malfoy. Malfoys walk away from them. He didn't know who that bitch thought she was but if he got his hands on her she wouldn't be anyone anymore.
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Hermione sat down in her usual seat next to Harry and Ron with a smug look on her face.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Ron asked disgusted.
Hermione, just realizing who she'd sat down next to, moved to the other side of Harry. Harry would be more understanding plus, he'd never call her a mudblood.
"I bet she had a completely good reason, right Hermione?" Harry reassured Ron.
"I'm not explaining myself to Mr. Weasley but since you're my friend Harry, I will tell you," Hermione said. Her brain worked quickly to try and find a reason, but truth be told, she had none. She didn't think about it. She just did it. She was pretty sure she heard that stupid voice again. Wait.I'm hearing voices now? Oh God help me! she thought to herself.
"You kissed Malfoy?" Ginny came over shrieking. Thank God for Ginny.
"I know, we found it disgusting too," Harry misunderstood her shrieks for ones of disgust.
"What was it like?" she asked her, ignoring Harry. Harry and Ron's jaws dropped and they both yelled, "Ginny!"
"What?"
"Hermione was about to tell us why she kissed him," Ron told her.
"So, go on Hermione, Tell us," Harry said propping his chin up on his hand. (a/n Does that make sense?)
"I.well.erm."
"Come on, we're not getting any younger, but we are getting hungrier."
Hermione rolled her eyes but answered quickly sitting up straight, head held high, "He was talking too much."
Lucky for Hermione Professor McGonagall showed up, therefore preventing anyone to say anything.
"Mr. Hardy, could you please some with me?" she asked in her usual stern tone. All of them turned around, they'd forgotten about Scott. It kind of annoyed him but he liked listening to how they acted when they were "alone."
Scott followed McGonagall up the front of the Hall where there was a very ugly, beat-up hat sitting on a three-legged stool.
The Hall fell silent as he put on the hat. As soon as he placed it on his head it started to say, "SL-" but stopped suddenly, confusing people greatly.
The hat opened its mouth again to announce what house he would be in. And it would be-
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A/N- dun dun dun dun! What house will Scott be in? Will it be Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Or perhaps Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? You'll have to tune in next chapter! Mwah-hahahaha! Okay it's 1:30 in the morning, I'm going to bed. I'll post this in the later morning! Hasta Luego!
Previously on Love within Hate:
Harry caught Ron laughing from the corner of his eye. So he let go of Hermione, dashed over to Ron, punched him in the face, and was back with his arm around Hermione before anyone could tell what was happening.
Ginny went up to Draco and slapped him so hard the whole Hall heard it.
"The password will be-"
"Draco Malfoy's a great prat," Hermione muttered. The mirror swung open, confirming that that was the new password.
"You do know how annoying you are, right?" Hermione snapped. Scott just smiled and said, "I know." Hermione rolled her eyes and left the "head" quarters.
Love within Hate
Chapter four
Rumors, sorting and apologies
"I'm so so so so so sorry, Hermione," Ron said for the billionth time since Hermione came into the Gryffindor common room.
Ron had some to his senses after Harry had punched him and Ginny had brought him back to the common room.
He apologized severely to everyone including Harry and said he didn't mean any of it, that he was just being a jealous git. They were all too happy to accept his apologies, except Hermione, but now he was getting down right annoying.
"Hermione, please say something. I said I was sorry," Ron pleaded again.
Hermione just kept ignoring him and tried to carry on the conversation she was having with Ginny. This may seem mean and over-acting but what Ron had done had hurt Hermione very much. The door of trust had been shut slammed shut the second that word had slipped from his lips and there was nothing he could do about it.
Ron was about to apologize again but stopped when Dean shook his head telling him not to. So he sauntered over to the couch, plopped down and repeatedly hit his head on the back of it, wishing it hurt more.
Hermione glanced at her watch and groaned, "Ugh, sorry guys I have to go back to the quarters and get ready for dinner."
Ginny's eyes were twinkling and everyone knew she was going to say something daring. "Are you sure that's the only thing you want to get ready for? Or is there something else? Or shall I say someone else?" Yep, there it was.
This caught the attention of Ron who jumped off the couch and cried, "What?!" in a protective kind of way. "You're 'getting ready' for someone?" he said a little too loudly, which caught the attention of Lavender and Parvati who were passing by.
"Ooooh! Hermione's got a date?" Lavender squealed.
"Can we help pick out your clothes?" Parvati asked enthusiastically.
Hermione blushed. "I have not got a date!" she denied.
"Sure you don't," Lavender said.
"Don't worry, Hermione, we understand if you don't want our help," Parvati told her. Then they walked away and there was no doubt that it would be all over school by dinner.
"Ginny!" Hermione screeched.
Ginny blushed a deep crimson (a/n-crimson and clover over and over.oh yeah, sorry, back to the usual programming-) and Harry came over, casually putting his arm around her shoulders.
"What'd you do now?" he asked her.
Hermione saved her though by answering, "Ginny's gone and told everyone I've got a date!"
Harry's eyes widened and he smiled, "You do? Congrats, Herm! Who's the lucky-" but stopped at the look she gave him. "What?"
"I don't have a date, Harry," Hermione said shortly.
"But you said," Harry pointed at Ginny with his other hand that was holding an apple. (a/n- I don't know why I said that but I had a sudden picture of Harry in over-alls eating an apple. Don't ask. I'm tired.)
Hermione simply shook her head in disbelief that her friends were that stupid and walked back to her quarters.
When she got there she didn't see Scott anywhere and assumed he was out with friends or something. She got changed for dinner (black net long sleeved shirt under a black short-sleeved belly shirt, black leather pants and completed with black spike healed boots. I know that's a lot of black but what can I say, I like black.)
Hermione looked in the mirror. Hmm.Something's missing.
She snapped her fingers and rummaged through her trunk for her lightning bolt necklace, black lace choker, dragon ear-cuff, cross earrings, and silver bracelets. After putting on all her jewelry she looked in the mirror once more, "That's better."
"A bit much black, don't you think, dear?" the mirror asked her.
"No it's not," Hermione answered fixing her ear cuff.
"Are you going out?" it asked her politely but nosily.
Hermione grimaced, "It does look like I'm going somewhere doesn't it?"
When the mirror didn't answer she sighed and said oh well before heading to her private library, bringing along her favorite muggle book- Fingerprints 7: Payback.
She was surprised and somewhat disappointed to see Scott sitting in his chair. She simply sighed quietly and observed him. So.he liked to read? She glanced at the book he held in his hands as she sat down. It was Hogwarts: A history. She couldn't help but smile at that.
"Is something funny?" he asked light-heartedly, flashing one of his dazzling smiles. Hermione blushed a bit but answered just the same, "It's just that- well.that's my favorite book and I was thinking that if you like it, you can't be all bad."
Scott kept smiling. He nodded toward her book, "So, what're you reading?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Hermione said, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She didn't know why she was embarrassed about reading a muggle book. She was muggle-born after all. Yet for some reason she felt as if she ought to be.
Tell me, a voice hissed into her head, but when she looked up startled Scott was still smiling and he obviously hadn't said anything. Yet before she could even think twice she blurted out everything, "It's a muggle book I bought over the summer. Fingerprints 7: Payback.
"Oh," Scott said, his smile disappearing, "So you're a mudbl- Muggle- born!" he corrected himself, saying it in a happier tone, his smile reappearing.
Once again Hermione blushed and nodded.
Say something! that same voice hissed. Again before she could argue she was rambling, "So how do you like it here so far? Are you nervous about being sorted? What was your old school like? What was your old school?"
Scott raised an eyebrow at her. "Is there one question in particular that you want me to answer or shall I pick one?" he asked teasingly. Hermione blushed and looked at her hands. (a/n- she's been doing that a lot, huh?) "Well, to answer your first question- I like it here just fine, but you know what?" he lowered his voice like her was going to tell her a secret. "I like it better now that I know you."
Hermione didn't know what to say. She just beamed at him. He really was winning her over.
Before either of them knew it, the grandfather clock chimed and read, Dinner time!
"Wow, the time sure does fly," Scott stated, standing up. Hermione stood up too, agreeing. "Accompany me to dinner?" he asked offering his arm. She giggled (Hermione?! Giggle?! Nah!) and accepted. The spent the whole way to the Great Hall like that.
Hermione and Scott entered the Hall like that, laughing, arms entwined, but were quickly interrupted by a very loud comment.
"So, Granger, got another boyfriend?" Hermione blushed furiously but came up with a comeback quickly.
"What Malfoy? Jealous?" she purred at him, very unlike herself, "You want a piece too? I'm sure I can handle three guys."
Harry, Ron and pretty much the whole Hall looked up at her in surprise. And if you thought THEY looked surprised you should see the look on her face! Especially when Malfoy got up and started walking toward her.
When he got right in front of her (a/n- and I mean RIGHT in front, like two inches apart in front) he leaded into her ear and whispered, "What if I talk you up on the offer?"
Hermione could feel her face heat up and she dropped Scott's arm. Malfoy just smirked. "Handle three guys? You couldn't handle me alone."
What Hermione did next took everyone by surprise. She grabbed by the back of his neck and kissed him. Instinctively his hands went to her waist but he quickly pulled away.
Now Hermione smirked. "I knew it," she said, "You're all talk." Then she walked away, pulling Scott along with her.
Malfoy jus stood there in shock, everything that just happened hitting him. No one walks away from a Malfoy. Malfoys walk away from them. He didn't know who that bitch thought she was but if he got his hands on her she wouldn't be anyone anymore.
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Hermione sat down in her usual seat next to Harry and Ron with a smug look on her face.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Ron asked disgusted.
Hermione, just realizing who she'd sat down next to, moved to the other side of Harry. Harry would be more understanding plus, he'd never call her a mudblood.
"I bet she had a completely good reason, right Hermione?" Harry reassured Ron.
"I'm not explaining myself to Mr. Weasley but since you're my friend Harry, I will tell you," Hermione said. Her brain worked quickly to try and find a reason, but truth be told, she had none. She didn't think about it. She just did it. She was pretty sure she heard that stupid voice again. Wait.I'm hearing voices now? Oh God help me! she thought to herself.
"You kissed Malfoy?" Ginny came over shrieking. Thank God for Ginny.
"I know, we found it disgusting too," Harry misunderstood her shrieks for ones of disgust.
"What was it like?" she asked her, ignoring Harry. Harry and Ron's jaws dropped and they both yelled, "Ginny!"
"What?"
"Hermione was about to tell us why she kissed him," Ron told her.
"So, go on Hermione, Tell us," Harry said propping his chin up on his hand. (a/n Does that make sense?)
"I.well.erm."
"Come on, we're not getting any younger, but we are getting hungrier."
Hermione rolled her eyes but answered quickly sitting up straight, head held high, "He was talking too much."
Lucky for Hermione Professor McGonagall showed up, therefore preventing anyone to say anything.
"Mr. Hardy, could you please some with me?" she asked in her usual stern tone. All of them turned around, they'd forgotten about Scott. It kind of annoyed him but he liked listening to how they acted when they were "alone."
Scott followed McGonagall up the front of the Hall where there was a very ugly, beat-up hat sitting on a three-legged stool.
The Hall fell silent as he put on the hat. As soon as he placed it on his head it started to say, "SL-" but stopped suddenly, confusing people greatly.
The hat opened its mouth again to announce what house he would be in. And it would be-
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A/N- dun dun dun dun! What house will Scott be in? Will it be Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Or perhaps Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? You'll have to tune in next chapter! Mwah-hahahaha! Okay it's 1:30 in the morning, I'm going to bed. I'll post this in the later morning! Hasta Luego!