A/N: First of all, Draco is a jerk. I hate the boy....he's fun as a story
device though....that's for sure! Well, here's the next installment of
"Wasted". Enjoy!
Disclaimer: not mine! All belongs to JKR.duh!
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The first week of school ambled along smoothly. After their row, Ron and Hermione had silently agreed to put it past them, and neither discussed it again.
Ron quickly realized that he wasn't the only one noticing Hermione's frailty. Her clothes fit quite loosely, and her cheekbones protruded awkwardly. Even the teachers seemed to notice how thin Hermione had gotten. There were always dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't had any sleep.
Ron's concern only grew as the days passed on. He and Harry had awkwardly decided to not discuss it. They determined that it wasn't their place to talk about it and that Hermione would probably yell at them for their concern anyhow.
As they walked to their third potions class of the year, the students were all quiet. The Gryffindors were in the class with the Slytherins for yet another year. No one wanted to get on Professor Severus Snape's bad side. Neville's face became pale as they neared the classroom.
"Hey Mudblood, did your boyfriend not feed you today?" A familiar sulky voice came up from behind the trio. All three of them turned to glare at Draco Malfoy. He was flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle, his thickheaded cronies.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry threatened, draping an arm over Hermione's shoulders in an act of protection.
"Shut up Potter, I wasn't speaking to you. So, Mudblood, what happened? Did poor Vickie decide that you needed a diet? You look like a skeleton." He cackled in delight as both Crabbe and Goyle snickered from behind him.
Ron's nostrils flared in anger. He knew his face must be turning several shades darker, as he felt the anger rising within him. He grasped at Hermione's hand. She looked up at him briefly and he couldn't make out the emotion that was flitting across her features.
"Malfoy, I'll beat you so hard." Ron began furiously.
"What's wrong Weasel? Jealous of the skeleton's boyfriend? Maybe if you gave her a pastry she'll sleep with you too!" He and his cronies broke out into laughter and Ron could contain his heated anger no more. He was about to swing at the shorter blonde boy when Hermione slapped him.
"How dare you? What gives you the right to make fun? You stuck up little prissy boy." Hermione hissed. Apparently Hermione is getting good at slapping people, Ron noted. He could detect a pink mark appearing on Malfoy's face in the shape of a hand.
Malfoy recovered quickly and grabbed at Hermione's arm.
"Oh Mudblood! Whatever happened to your arm? Did Vickie-boy claw at you when you tried to give him your muggle cooties?" He pulled back her sleeve to reveal several gash marks up and down Hermione's forearm.
Hermione tried in vain to push the sleeve back up her arm to conceal the scars on her wrist. She looked futilely at her best friends for help, but they were both staring at her arm, paralyzed in shock.
Hermione struggled against Malfoy's grasp and when he wouldn't let go, she gave a swift kick to his shin, causing him to release her arm. She rashly pulled the sleeve back down her arm to cover up the gashes.
"What is going on here?" A low, inherently evil sounding voice came from behind the students. All the students turned to look up at Professor Snape.
"Professor! Granger kicked me in the leg!" Malfoy hollered, grasping at his shin melodramatically.
"Ah, I see. Miss Granger, come here for a moment, would you?" He asked civilly.
Instead of obediently walking to her teacher, Hermione turned on her heel and ran. She ran as fast as she could, feeling very much out of shape. She heard students and Snape calling to her from behind, but she ignored them all.
As tears streamed down her cheeks, Hermione ran towards Gryffindor tower. She needed to be alone. She couldn't even face her own best friends. Hermione didn't even let the prospect of the consequences of her actions process in her mind. She had to get away.
Disclaimer: not mine! All belongs to JKR.duh!
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The first week of school ambled along smoothly. After their row, Ron and Hermione had silently agreed to put it past them, and neither discussed it again.
Ron quickly realized that he wasn't the only one noticing Hermione's frailty. Her clothes fit quite loosely, and her cheekbones protruded awkwardly. Even the teachers seemed to notice how thin Hermione had gotten. There were always dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't had any sleep.
Ron's concern only grew as the days passed on. He and Harry had awkwardly decided to not discuss it. They determined that it wasn't their place to talk about it and that Hermione would probably yell at them for their concern anyhow.
As they walked to their third potions class of the year, the students were all quiet. The Gryffindors were in the class with the Slytherins for yet another year. No one wanted to get on Professor Severus Snape's bad side. Neville's face became pale as they neared the classroom.
"Hey Mudblood, did your boyfriend not feed you today?" A familiar sulky voice came up from behind the trio. All three of them turned to glare at Draco Malfoy. He was flanked on either side by Crabbe and Goyle, his thickheaded cronies.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry threatened, draping an arm over Hermione's shoulders in an act of protection.
"Shut up Potter, I wasn't speaking to you. So, Mudblood, what happened? Did poor Vickie decide that you needed a diet? You look like a skeleton." He cackled in delight as both Crabbe and Goyle snickered from behind him.
Ron's nostrils flared in anger. He knew his face must be turning several shades darker, as he felt the anger rising within him. He grasped at Hermione's hand. She looked up at him briefly and he couldn't make out the emotion that was flitting across her features.
"Malfoy, I'll beat you so hard." Ron began furiously.
"What's wrong Weasel? Jealous of the skeleton's boyfriend? Maybe if you gave her a pastry she'll sleep with you too!" He and his cronies broke out into laughter and Ron could contain his heated anger no more. He was about to swing at the shorter blonde boy when Hermione slapped him.
"How dare you? What gives you the right to make fun? You stuck up little prissy boy." Hermione hissed. Apparently Hermione is getting good at slapping people, Ron noted. He could detect a pink mark appearing on Malfoy's face in the shape of a hand.
Malfoy recovered quickly and grabbed at Hermione's arm.
"Oh Mudblood! Whatever happened to your arm? Did Vickie-boy claw at you when you tried to give him your muggle cooties?" He pulled back her sleeve to reveal several gash marks up and down Hermione's forearm.
Hermione tried in vain to push the sleeve back up her arm to conceal the scars on her wrist. She looked futilely at her best friends for help, but they were both staring at her arm, paralyzed in shock.
Hermione struggled against Malfoy's grasp and when he wouldn't let go, she gave a swift kick to his shin, causing him to release her arm. She rashly pulled the sleeve back down her arm to cover up the gashes.
"What is going on here?" A low, inherently evil sounding voice came from behind the students. All the students turned to look up at Professor Snape.
"Professor! Granger kicked me in the leg!" Malfoy hollered, grasping at his shin melodramatically.
"Ah, I see. Miss Granger, come here for a moment, would you?" He asked civilly.
Instead of obediently walking to her teacher, Hermione turned on her heel and ran. She ran as fast as she could, feeling very much out of shape. She heard students and Snape calling to her from behind, but she ignored them all.
As tears streamed down her cheeks, Hermione ran towards Gryffindor tower. She needed to be alone. She couldn't even face her own best friends. Hermione didn't even let the prospect of the consequences of her actions process in her mind. She had to get away.