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a/n- Sorry I haven't updated in a week and all but I was on vaca. Okay, my PARENTS were on vacation. They just stuck me at my grandma's. Don't get me wrong, that's cool too, but..ugh-w/e. lol.
Previously on Love within Hate:
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.
"What Malfoy? Jealous?" she purred at him, very unlike herself, "You want a piece too? I'm sure I can handle three guys."
What Hermione did next took everyone by surprise. She grabbed by the back of his neck and kissed him
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 it's mouth again to announce what house he would be in. And it would be-
Love within Hate
Chapter Five
The Attack
"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat yelled. Scott smiled and hopped off the stool going over to the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione frowned slightly but clapped anyway. She'd really been hoping he'd be in Gryffindor. Oh well, at least he wasn't a Slytherin.
"So with that out of the way- Let the feast begin!" Professor Dumbledore said. Plates upon plates of food appeared on the tables. Without hesitating a second Harry and Ron dove into the food making abnormally large piles on their plates. Hermione licked her lips about to do the same but caught Malfoy smirking at her from the corner of her eye. She stopped herself and unconsciously looked at her stomach thinking, Am I really that fat? Then answered herself, Yeah, and if you keep stuffing your face like you have for the past seventeen years of your life, you won't get any thinner.
Hermione sat up straight in her usual poise.
"Don't tell me you're on about spew again," Ron said to her with his mouth full.
"It's not spew," she corrected, sitting even straighter, if that was possible. Ron smiled at her thinking that maybe she wasn't mad anymore.
"And no, Ron," Hermione said his name like a word that was not to be said, "I've not forgiven you."
Ron's face fell (a/n- AWWW!!!) and he quietly went back to his eating, this time not nearly as excited. Harry frowned at this and turned to face Hermione, but turned back thinking better of it.
"You know what guys? I'm not really that hungry. I'm going to go down to the library," she told them, not really noticing she'd said guys by habit instead of Harry.
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Hermione hurried through the halls listening to the click-clack of her boots. I'm fat. she kept thinking. I'm fat. Her eyes watered slightly but she ignored them. Why was she listening to what Malfoy said? It's not like he matters. Yeah, but if he thinks so then the rest of the school must think so, right?
She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize another pair of footsteps join her own.
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Malfoy snorted as Scott was announced a Ravenclaw. Just what they needed, another goody-goody. What they really needed were more loyal, but clever, idiots to follow in the Dark Lord's footsteps. Okay, so he didn't want to be one of those idiots, but that was only because he didn't take orders from anyone.
Disgusted, Malfoy got up from his table ignoring Pansy's calls and whines, ("Drakie, baby, where're you going?") and marched out of the Great Hall.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't see Scott, who also seemed to be thinking.
Malfoy glanced up the hallway seeing Granger turning the corner. Probably off to the library he thought. He had the sudden urge to follow her. Make her pay for what she did to me. Malfoy stuck his hand in his pocket, touching his hanker-chief. Now how to make her p- He was cut off as he collided with Scott, resulting with both of them on their butts. "Watch where you're going," Malfoy sneered, getting up.
Scott just replied, "Whatever." And they went their separate ways.
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Hermione blinked. She hadn't realized she had turned into the library already.
"I've got to start paying attention," she whispered to herself, "Then again, I've got to stop talking to myself." She shook her head and started walking toward a table, when suddenly she was jerked back. Someone slammed her against a wall, but before she could see who it was they started choking her from behind with some sort of cloth or something.
Hermione's eyes widened as she grabbed at the cloth trying to pull it away. Oh God, she couldn't breathe!
"Help!" she tried to scream. She started crying when all that came out was a faint whisper. She didn't want to die! She was only seventeen! She would not let this person kill her! It took more than a piece of cloth to kill off Hermione Rae Granger!
Hermione started stomping as loud as she could, hoping Madam Prince would hear her. Why had she been so careless as to leave her wand in her room? And she called herself Head Girl?!
Black was starting to line her vision, darkening her view. She didn't stop stomping though; she would make noise until someone came! Or she died. Which ever came first.
There was more black now, she could only see a dot of light. Hermione could have sworn she heard someone whisper, "This'll show those stupid mudbloods."
But maybe she was just hallucinating. The light faded into black...everything was black. Black and red.Black and red.
Then suddenly she felt herself falling.falling.then the floor coming up to meet her. The last thing she remembered was hearing a new pair of footsteps coming toward her and her one last pound on the floor until the darkness took her away.
~ ~ ~ (a/n- Okay, okay, I know that sucked but I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to say it! If someone wants to rewrite that attacking scene please do! Send it to my email address (wackigurl18@aol.com) or my other one bubbles879@aol.com. I don't go on bubbles much though. Oh yeah, back to the story.once again. sorry!)
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"Where is she?" Ron yelled worried, barging into the infirmary, "Is she okay? What happened? Where the hell is she?!"
"Mr. Weasley please calm down! You're making me nervous!" Madam Pomfrey told him bustling past toward a hospital bed. With a flick of her wand Harry and Ron were pushed back out the door, the door closing behind them.
Madam Pomfrey was terrified, to say the least. Hermione wasn't breathing and was quickly losing color, forcing her to perform muggle mouth to mouth resuscitation.
"1,2,3," she counted out loud. Nothing. "1,2,3."
Nothing.
Oh Merlin, what if she couldn't do it? She shook her head firmly. She could do this. She had to do it. For Hermione.
"1,2,3,"
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and started coughing. Thank God. Madam Pomfrey almost fainted in relief.
She put Hermione on her side talking softly to her. Oh thank the Gods!
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"What does she think she's doing not letting us in to see our best friend?" Ron yelled. He was furious, pacing back and forth in the hallway.
Harry just stood there thinking, a blank look on his face. "Do you really think the rumors are true? Do you really think she was attacked?" Harry put a voice to his thoughts.
Harry watched the anger in Ron's eyes turn to worry. "I don't know, Harry. I don't know," he replied. Then the anger returned to his face, "I bet it was Peeves! Probably Peeves thinking it's funny! "But did you see Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head. "She was pale as a ghost, she was. Even her lips lost their color," he paused, "She almost looked-"
"Don't say it Harry!" Ron warned.
"Dead," Harry whispered, barely audible.
Ron scrunched up his face, angry and worried, looking like he was going to cry and shoved his hands through his hair. "It won't do any good to think those kinds of things! It's not true! She.she.she probably just.just." Ron searched for some kind of reason she was there but gave up when he couldn't think of any.
Harry sat down leaning against the wall while Ron paced. They were silent for what seemed like hours until Ron burst.
"Fuck this," Ron said breaking the silence, "I'm going to see Hermione if it kills me."
Ron was ready to pound down the door when Harry jumped up and pulled him back. "Yeah, well what about her?" he whispered fiercely.
Ron cried out in frustration and punched the wall next to the door only to find that it didn't help his frustration at all and hurt like hell. He didn't care; he'd punch the wall until it did help. And that's exactly what he planned to do only it never helped.
Harry pulled him away from the wall pinning his arms down at his sides.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Harry shouted at Ron's struggling form. Of all the things Harry expected of Ron he did the one Harry hadn't even thought of. He could have struggled until Harry had to physically knock some sense into him. He could have kicked him, bit him, wiggled away and punched him! That would have been fine. Harry could deal with that. But no, he went and did something Harry couldn't deal with.
He fell down and cried.
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That's the end of another chapter! TomFeltonLover4eva, AlexanderGranger, Forever Unknown, and couch-potato THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! I seriously would have stopped writing if it wasn't for everyone that reviewed!!!! Keep reading and reviewing pleeze!! I'll try to have the next chapter out soon but I'm having a slight writers block.not too bad though. okay bye!
a/n- Sorry I haven't updated in a week and all but I was on vaca. Okay, my PARENTS were on vacation. They just stuck me at my grandma's. Don't get me wrong, that's cool too, but..ugh-w/e. lol.
Previously on Love within Hate:
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.
"What Malfoy? Jealous?" she purred at him, very unlike herself, "You want a piece too? I'm sure I can handle three guys."
What Hermione did next took everyone by surprise. She grabbed by the back of his neck and kissed him
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 it's mouth again to announce what house he would be in. And it would be-
Love within Hate
Chapter Five
The Attack
"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat yelled. Scott smiled and hopped off the stool going over to the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione frowned slightly but clapped anyway. She'd really been hoping he'd be in Gryffindor. Oh well, at least he wasn't a Slytherin.
"So with that out of the way- Let the feast begin!" Professor Dumbledore said. Plates upon plates of food appeared on the tables. Without hesitating a second Harry and Ron dove into the food making abnormally large piles on their plates. Hermione licked her lips about to do the same but caught Malfoy smirking at her from the corner of her eye. She stopped herself and unconsciously looked at her stomach thinking, Am I really that fat? Then answered herself, Yeah, and if you keep stuffing your face like you have for the past seventeen years of your life, you won't get any thinner.
Hermione sat up straight in her usual poise.
"Don't tell me you're on about spew again," Ron said to her with his mouth full.
"It's not spew," she corrected, sitting even straighter, if that was possible. Ron smiled at her thinking that maybe she wasn't mad anymore.
"And no, Ron," Hermione said his name like a word that was not to be said, "I've not forgiven you."
Ron's face fell (a/n- AWWW!!!) and he quietly went back to his eating, this time not nearly as excited. Harry frowned at this and turned to face Hermione, but turned back thinking better of it.
"You know what guys? I'm not really that hungry. I'm going to go down to the library," she told them, not really noticing she'd said guys by habit instead of Harry.
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Hermione hurried through the halls listening to the click-clack of her boots. I'm fat. she kept thinking. I'm fat. Her eyes watered slightly but she ignored them. Why was she listening to what Malfoy said? It's not like he matters. Yeah, but if he thinks so then the rest of the school must think so, right?
She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize another pair of footsteps join her own.
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Malfoy snorted as Scott was announced a Ravenclaw. Just what they needed, another goody-goody. What they really needed were more loyal, but clever, idiots to follow in the Dark Lord's footsteps. Okay, so he didn't want to be one of those idiots, but that was only because he didn't take orders from anyone.
Disgusted, Malfoy got up from his table ignoring Pansy's calls and whines, ("Drakie, baby, where're you going?") and marched out of the Great Hall.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't see Scott, who also seemed to be thinking.
Malfoy glanced up the hallway seeing Granger turning the corner. Probably off to the library he thought. He had the sudden urge to follow her. Make her pay for what she did to me. Malfoy stuck his hand in his pocket, touching his hanker-chief. Now how to make her p- He was cut off as he collided with Scott, resulting with both of them on their butts. "Watch where you're going," Malfoy sneered, getting up.
Scott just replied, "Whatever." And they went their separate ways.
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Hermione blinked. She hadn't realized she had turned into the library already.
"I've got to start paying attention," she whispered to herself, "Then again, I've got to stop talking to myself." She shook her head and started walking toward a table, when suddenly she was jerked back. Someone slammed her against a wall, but before she could see who it was they started choking her from behind with some sort of cloth or something.
Hermione's eyes widened as she grabbed at the cloth trying to pull it away. Oh God, she couldn't breathe!
"Help!" she tried to scream. She started crying when all that came out was a faint whisper. She didn't want to die! She was only seventeen! She would not let this person kill her! It took more than a piece of cloth to kill off Hermione Rae Granger!
Hermione started stomping as loud as she could, hoping Madam Prince would hear her. Why had she been so careless as to leave her wand in her room? And she called herself Head Girl?!
Black was starting to line her vision, darkening her view. She didn't stop stomping though; she would make noise until someone came! Or she died. Which ever came first.
There was more black now, she could only see a dot of light. Hermione could have sworn she heard someone whisper, "This'll show those stupid mudbloods."
But maybe she was just hallucinating. The light faded into black...everything was black. Black and red.Black and red.
Then suddenly she felt herself falling.falling.then the floor coming up to meet her. The last thing she remembered was hearing a new pair of footsteps coming toward her and her one last pound on the floor until the darkness took her away.
~ ~ ~ (a/n- Okay, okay, I know that sucked but I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to say it! If someone wants to rewrite that attacking scene please do! Send it to my email address (wackigurl18@aol.com) or my other one bubbles879@aol.com. I don't go on bubbles much though. Oh yeah, back to the story.once again. sorry!)
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"Where is she?" Ron yelled worried, barging into the infirmary, "Is she okay? What happened? Where the hell is she?!"
"Mr. Weasley please calm down! You're making me nervous!" Madam Pomfrey told him bustling past toward a hospital bed. With a flick of her wand Harry and Ron were pushed back out the door, the door closing behind them.
Madam Pomfrey was terrified, to say the least. Hermione wasn't breathing and was quickly losing color, forcing her to perform muggle mouth to mouth resuscitation.
"1,2,3," she counted out loud. Nothing. "1,2,3."
Nothing.
Oh Merlin, what if she couldn't do it? She shook her head firmly. She could do this. She had to do it. For Hermione.
"1,2,3,"
Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and started coughing. Thank God. Madam Pomfrey almost fainted in relief.
She put Hermione on her side talking softly to her. Oh thank the Gods!
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"What does she think she's doing not letting us in to see our best friend?" Ron yelled. He was furious, pacing back and forth in the hallway.
Harry just stood there thinking, a blank look on his face. "Do you really think the rumors are true? Do you really think she was attacked?" Harry put a voice to his thoughts.
Harry watched the anger in Ron's eyes turn to worry. "I don't know, Harry. I don't know," he replied. Then the anger returned to his face, "I bet it was Peeves! Probably Peeves thinking it's funny! "But did you see Hermione?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head. "She was pale as a ghost, she was. Even her lips lost their color," he paused, "She almost looked-"
"Don't say it Harry!" Ron warned.
"Dead," Harry whispered, barely audible.
Ron scrunched up his face, angry and worried, looking like he was going to cry and shoved his hands through his hair. "It won't do any good to think those kinds of things! It's not true! She.she.she probably just.just." Ron searched for some kind of reason she was there but gave up when he couldn't think of any.
Harry sat down leaning against the wall while Ron paced. They were silent for what seemed like hours until Ron burst.
"Fuck this," Ron said breaking the silence, "I'm going to see Hermione if it kills me."
Ron was ready to pound down the door when Harry jumped up and pulled him back. "Yeah, well what about her?" he whispered fiercely.
Ron cried out in frustration and punched the wall next to the door only to find that it didn't help his frustration at all and hurt like hell. He didn't care; he'd punch the wall until it did help. And that's exactly what he planned to do only it never helped.
Harry pulled him away from the wall pinning his arms down at his sides.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Harry shouted at Ron's struggling form. Of all the things Harry expected of Ron he did the one Harry hadn't even thought of. He could have struggled until Harry had to physically knock some sense into him. He could have kicked him, bit him, wiggled away and punched him! That would have been fine. Harry could deal with that. But no, he went and did something Harry couldn't deal with.
He fell down and cried.
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That's the end of another chapter! TomFeltonLover4eva, AlexanderGranger, Forever Unknown, and couch-potato THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! I seriously would have stopped writing if it wasn't for everyone that reviewed!!!! Keep reading and reviewing pleeze!! I'll try to have the next chapter out soon but I'm having a slight writers block.not too bad though. okay bye!