Disclaimer- I'm too lazy! See chapter 1!
A/N: Back again!!! Thanks to my reviewers Molly-chan, Rinsa, Risquer, my14! You really helped me to post this next part. *bows deeply* In my opinion, this chapter isn't as good as the last, but second chapters are hard!! *whimpers* Read and review if you will! This chapter has some curse words, so if you have sensitive ears, just say *bleeeeeeeeep* everytime you see one! And veerrry out-of-charactorness in this story. But I swear, it's all in the potion!!
Oh bloody bleeep hell, on with the story!! (see what I mean?)
Fatal Attractions
Chapter 2
~Vacant Expressions~
Hermione stared into the mirror, her hollow expression gazing back. What had happened over the past two days? Eyebrows knitting together, Hermione let out a desperate growl. She couldn't remember! The past week seemed like a blank page. What was going on? Her eyes were vacant and expressionless, rimmed by deep purple shadows. She was paler then usual, practically livid. Taking a shaking hand and touching her face lightly, Hermione gasped. She was freezing!
Frustration boiled up in her chest, catching her by surprise. Hate. Self-hate. Before thinking, Hermione pulled her fist back and slammed it against her reflection. A burning sensation shot up her arm, sending waves of pain up and down along her spine. Hermione held her hand up to her face and examined the four fresh cuts scrawling across her knuckles. Three lines of red blood trailed down her wrist and past her elbow, before dripping onto the floor.
Stumbling back from the cracked glass, a dazed Hermione stuffed as many viles of Awakenus Divervius into her pockets as she could before drifting silently to the Great Hall for breakfast.
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The Great Hall was vibrant and alive in the awakening of a new morning. Students sat at their long tables, talking and laughing loudly. The tantalizing smells of eggs and bacon wafted through the cheerful air. Hermione was deaf to all of this, stalking up to the Gryffindor table and plopping herself down between Ron and Harry.
Gee, Hermione. You look like you've been to hell and back. Ron exclaimed in mock innocence.
Everywhere is hell with you, Weasel. She stated coldly. Harry and Ron were taken aback, gaping at the sudden outlash with their mouths hanging open.
I was only joking... Ron said in an injured voice.
A silence came over the trio, with Ron mutilating a piece of sausage with his fork and Hermione staring blankly into space.
Harry shifted in the uncomfortable silence, his gaze catching Hermione's hand through his round glasses. Hermione! What happened? He said, grabbing her elbow.
She snapped, eyes slightly dilated. Yanking her arm away from his grasp, she muttered darkly, Just leave me alone.
I SAID leave me ALONE!!! Hermione screeched before standing up violently and stomping out of the Great Hall, turning several heads.
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Blinded by tears of rage, Hermione flew through the hall, sandals slapping against the stone floor. Hating the world and everything in it, a tumult of agitation thrummed through her veins. She wanted everything to dry up and shrivel away like a weed. She felt like she was rotting from the inside out and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. She wanted to die. But the universe would have none of it.
SMACK!
Watch it, bush head!
The sudden blow sent Hermione spinning out of her thoughts. On unsteady feet, she watched in horror as seven glass viles crashed to the floor, breaking into a million glittering pieces. Like fresh blood, the red potion splattered across the ground. Hermione cried out and fell to her knees, gathering up the broken pieces of glass.
Granger, what the hell?! Draco Malfoy yelled, grabbing the startled Hermione's arm and tossing her back. Don't you know what that IS? Hermione whimpered against his grip. Don't you know what that DOES? He clenched her chin in his hand and studied her now dark features.
Black mascara ran in thick rivers down her face. Hermione's eyes were cold and empty. Dead, almost. What was happening to her?
Why do I care, she's just a filthy mudblood bitch! She means nothing and she never will! But those eyes..... Draco abandoned his thought, disgusted in himself.
He angrily pushed her face away and turned to leave.
Fuck you, Malfoy. Hermione muttered, rubbing the red marks on her chin.
Draco whirled around, fury burning in his steely eyes. Snatching her shoulders, he threw her into the wall.
I don't think so. He sneered, cinnamon lips brushing her neck. Hermione felt a blush creep onto her pale features at the feel of his body crushing against her own. Cursing her hormones, Hermione struggled to keep her face a mask. All she could feel was his breath on her cheek, his soft palms running down her arms. Chills ran rapidly along her spine. What did he think he was doing to her?!? Idiot boy. Suddenly, Hermione was cold again. The emptiness refilled Hermione to the brim, sharper and stronger then before.
He was gone, cloaks trailing down the corridor behind him.
Hermione slid silently onto the floor, attempting to digest what had just occurred.
The potion lay forgotten on the ground.