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don't think I can get much clearer than that!
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Previously on Love within Hate:
Harry put his robes on Hermione.
Draco's voice faded as a stronger voice invaded her mind, Kiss him. It told her.
Before she could protest, she found herself pinned against the wall with Malfoy's tongue practically down her throat in the middle of a semi- crowed hallway.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a bright red head dash around the corner. She gasped. It was a Weasley no doubt. Most likely her best friend, too. Ron.
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Hermione scanned the crowd trying to find any sight out Ron. Why was it that at the exact moment she for some unknown reason kissed Malfoy, Ron had to turn the corner and witness it?
She just sighed when she could find no sign of the flaming haired 17 year old. Panting slightly she started toward the place that always made things better. The library.
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Ron rushed through the hallway, praying to any god that would listen that no one saw the tears in his eyes. He felt betrayed. His best friend, who *knew* he had a crush on her, was having a full-out snogging session with their worst enemy.
He practically screamed the password (praedulcis draconis) at the fat lady. When he got through, though, he *did* scream as he realized he had Transfiguration right now. And it was halfway across the castle! He was going to be so late!
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Hermione walked swiftly through the hall clutching her bookbag tightly to her chest.
She was there. She was at her favorite, and yet most dreaded place she knew of. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed through the doors.
For a split second she was back to that day. Getting pushed against the wall. No more air.
She put her hand on her forehead, suddenly dizzy. Maybe it was wrong to come here. Maybe she should just leave. No, another side of her argued. She needed to do this.
Hermione took another deep breath as she took a step into the library. Then another. And another.
She repeated this process until she was practically running to who- knows-where.
But when she got there she knew. There was a white cloth on the ground. It looked as if someone just dropped in on the run.
Hermione knelt down and picked it up. It was a hanker-chief. Something in the back of her head told her it was important. To take it and run.
So looking around she did just that. She jammed it into her pocket and left the library.
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Before she knew it she was in front of the Gryffindor portrait.
"Damn," she whispered. Why had she come here? She didn't live here anymore!
She was about to turn back when the portrait opened. You wouldn't believe who it was.
"Malfoy?!" Hermione practically yelled. "What are you doing in the Gryffindors' rooms?"
"I wasn't doing anything, mudblood," he sneered, trying not to look guilty of anything. If anyone found out it was him who hexed half their stuff he was dead.
Hermione was about to question him further and take points off from his house when two other people interrupted. This time they came from behind and I'll give you a hint of who it was. one has red hair.
"Well, Harry, I'm suddenly glad we came back to get our books," Ron said over-loudly.
Hermione spun around surprise.
"Sorry, did we interrupt another *snogging* session?" Ron asked menacingly. Yet underneath that you could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Calm down, Ron. We haven't heard what she has to say yet," Harry said in more understanding words, but you could tell in his voice that he was trying to keep himself calm also.
"So.Hermione." Harry tried to come upon it casually.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Ron blurted out. Harry glared at him giving him a look that said, 'that was smooth, Weasley.'
Before Hermione could even think about it she said, "I didn't." but blushed at how childish she sounded.
"Bullshit! When I saw you, you were up against the wall, your tongue down his throat and I don't even want to *think* of where Malfoy's hands were!" Ron yelled, hurt reflecting in his eyes. Harry elbowed him hard, silently telling him to calm down.
Harry looked at Hermione. "Well?" he prodded.
"He kissed me," she told them firmly, chin up. Malfoy's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.
He was about to protest when he realized that they'd all forgotten that he was there and could get away with his "business". So he looked from left to right, then slipped off.
"How do we know you're not lying?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Ron," Harry said amazed, "It's *Hermione* for Merlin's sake! She wouldn't lie- if- if- her life depended on it!"
Ron's face softened, "Yeah, I guess you're right. She *is* sort of a goody- goody kind of know- it- all, eh?"
Right then she hated both of them. She was *not* a goody- goody know- it-all! She would too lie! In fact, she just had!
She was so upset that she almost blurted out that she really *did* kiss him, but noticing how that wouldn't do much good she settled for taking off Harry's robe, throwing it at him and saying, "How would you know?" And she stormed off in her hospital gown.
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Hermione ran through the hall ignoring the stares and snickers of the people she passed.
"Draco Malfoy's a great prat!" she practically screamed at the mirror. Her reflection smirked at her and swung open.
"I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!" Hermione yelled at nobody when the mirror closed behind her.
"Hate who?" Scott asked her, coming out of the library. Hermione blushed at mumbled, "Nothing," and walked past him and into her room.
Scott watched her door as it closed with narrowed eyes. Then he shrugged and went back into the library.
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Hermione took a deep breath, and put on her favorite CD- Nickleback. Music always made her feel better. Especially if it was loud enough.
So, turning up her stereo to 16, she dug through her closet to find something to wear. She couldn't go through the rest of school looking like this!
After about half of the CD was done, she started feeling better and settled on a pair of black skirt that came down to right above her knees and a powder blue sweater.
She was just putting on a pair of snowflake earings when someone knocked on her door.
"Hey Scott," Hermione greeted, ignoring the flutter of her heart.
"Would you care to accompany me to dinner?" he asked her playfully, in a very mockingly polite voice.
"Of course, my kind sir," she answered giggling. I never thought I'd see the day that *I* would be giggling as if I were Lavender or Parvati! she thought to herself.
The rest of the day didn't go over too bad, except for the fact that she ignored Harry and Ron the rest of the day and sat with Scott instead. She was really starting to like him. As he was her. Or so she thought.
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Okay the last part of the chapter sucked, but only because I'm having horrible writer's block! I'm so sorry!!! Please review, I need them for inspiration! If you have any suggestions to make my story better, please feel free to tell me! Okay, I'm out! Hasta!
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Previously on Love within Hate:
Harry put his robes on Hermione.
Draco's voice faded as a stronger voice invaded her mind, Kiss him. It told her.
Before she could protest, she found herself pinned against the wall with Malfoy's tongue practically down her throat in the middle of a semi- crowed hallway.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a bright red head dash around the corner. She gasped. It was a Weasley no doubt. Most likely her best friend, too. Ron.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione scanned the crowd trying to find any sight out Ron. Why was it that at the exact moment she for some unknown reason kissed Malfoy, Ron had to turn the corner and witness it?
She just sighed when she could find no sign of the flaming haired 17 year old. Panting slightly she started toward the place that always made things better. The library.
~ ~ ~ ~
Ron rushed through the hallway, praying to any god that would listen that no one saw the tears in his eyes. He felt betrayed. His best friend, who *knew* he had a crush on her, was having a full-out snogging session with their worst enemy.
He practically screamed the password (praedulcis draconis) at the fat lady. When he got through, though, he *did* scream as he realized he had Transfiguration right now. And it was halfway across the castle! He was going to be so late!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hermione walked swiftly through the hall clutching her bookbag tightly to her chest.
She was there. She was at her favorite, and yet most dreaded place she knew of. Hermione took a deep breath and pushed through the doors.
For a split second she was back to that day. Getting pushed against the wall. No more air.
She put her hand on her forehead, suddenly dizzy. Maybe it was wrong to come here. Maybe she should just leave. No, another side of her argued. She needed to do this.
Hermione took another deep breath as she took a step into the library. Then another. And another.
She repeated this process until she was practically running to who- knows-where.
But when she got there she knew. There was a white cloth on the ground. It looked as if someone just dropped in on the run.
Hermione knelt down and picked it up. It was a hanker-chief. Something in the back of her head told her it was important. To take it and run.
So looking around she did just that. She jammed it into her pocket and left the library.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before she knew it she was in front of the Gryffindor portrait.
"Damn," she whispered. Why had she come here? She didn't live here anymore!
She was about to turn back when the portrait opened. You wouldn't believe who it was.
"Malfoy?!" Hermione practically yelled. "What are you doing in the Gryffindors' rooms?"
"I wasn't doing anything, mudblood," he sneered, trying not to look guilty of anything. If anyone found out it was him who hexed half their stuff he was dead.
Hermione was about to question him further and take points off from his house when two other people interrupted. This time they came from behind and I'll give you a hint of who it was. one has red hair.
"Well, Harry, I'm suddenly glad we came back to get our books," Ron said over-loudly.
Hermione spun around surprise.
"Sorry, did we interrupt another *snogging* session?" Ron asked menacingly. Yet underneath that you could hear the hurt in his voice.
"Calm down, Ron. We haven't heard what she has to say yet," Harry said in more understanding words, but you could tell in his voice that he was trying to keep himself calm also.
"So.Hermione." Harry tried to come upon it casually.
"Why'd you kiss him?" Ron blurted out. Harry glared at him giving him a look that said, 'that was smooth, Weasley.'
Before Hermione could even think about it she said, "I didn't." but blushed at how childish she sounded.
"Bullshit! When I saw you, you were up against the wall, your tongue down his throat and I don't even want to *think* of where Malfoy's hands were!" Ron yelled, hurt reflecting in his eyes. Harry elbowed him hard, silently telling him to calm down.
Harry looked at Hermione. "Well?" he prodded.
"He kissed me," she told them firmly, chin up. Malfoy's eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.
He was about to protest when he realized that they'd all forgotten that he was there and could get away with his "business". So he looked from left to right, then slipped off.
"How do we know you're not lying?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Ron," Harry said amazed, "It's *Hermione* for Merlin's sake! She wouldn't lie- if- if- her life depended on it!"
Ron's face softened, "Yeah, I guess you're right. She *is* sort of a goody- goody kind of know- it- all, eh?"
Right then she hated both of them. She was *not* a goody- goody know- it-all! She would too lie! In fact, she just had!
She was so upset that she almost blurted out that she really *did* kiss him, but noticing how that wouldn't do much good she settled for taking off Harry's robe, throwing it at him and saying, "How would you know?" And she stormed off in her hospital gown.
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Hermione ran through the hall ignoring the stares and snickers of the people she passed.
"Draco Malfoy's a great prat!" she practically screamed at the mirror. Her reflection smirked at her and swung open.
"I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!" Hermione yelled at nobody when the mirror closed behind her.
"Hate who?" Scott asked her, coming out of the library. Hermione blushed at mumbled, "Nothing," and walked past him and into her room.
Scott watched her door as it closed with narrowed eyes. Then he shrugged and went back into the library.
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Hermione took a deep breath, and put on her favorite CD- Nickleback. Music always made her feel better. Especially if it was loud enough.
So, turning up her stereo to 16, she dug through her closet to find something to wear. She couldn't go through the rest of school looking like this!
After about half of the CD was done, she started feeling better and settled on a pair of black skirt that came down to right above her knees and a powder blue sweater.
She was just putting on a pair of snowflake earings when someone knocked on her door.
"Hey Scott," Hermione greeted, ignoring the flutter of her heart.
"Would you care to accompany me to dinner?" he asked her playfully, in a very mockingly polite voice.
"Of course, my kind sir," she answered giggling. I never thought I'd see the day that *I* would be giggling as if I were Lavender or Parvati! she thought to herself.
The rest of the day didn't go over too bad, except for the fact that she ignored Harry and Ron the rest of the day and sat with Scott instead. She was really starting to like him. As he was her. Or so she thought.
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Okay the last part of the chapter sucked, but only because I'm having horrible writer's block! I'm so sorry!!! Please review, I need them for inspiration! If you have any suggestions to make my story better, please feel free to tell me! Okay, I'm out! Hasta!