Disc- I wish I owned Harry Potter, then I wouldn't have to be writing fanfics! But alas! I don't. Now there's a shocker.
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*Hermione's POV*
I got off the train after what had seemed like endless hours of disagreements. 'If only Ron understood, then maybe we could all get along,' I thought. Harry tried his best to get along with Draco, but his best, unfortunately, just wasn't good enough. Ron, on the other hand, didn't even try to get along with Draco. He's too preoccupied with the fact that I'm friends with that "nasty, repulsive ferret." I'd give the world for all three of them to get along; we could really have some fun times together. It is just my luck that the one thing they can had a somewhat civilized conversation about, is the one thing I don't know anything about. Three guesses on what that is.
I was off in a trance thinking about the idea of those three getting along, so Ron conveniently snapped me out of it by throwing water from the lake onto me. I felt the cold lake water dripping down my back and face as I tried to count backwards from ten. The droplets of chilly, apathetic water decided that they didn't want to leave my skin; they lingered on my nose and skin as the frosty wind nipped at my face.
"Ronald Weasley, if you know what's good for you, you'll run away right now," I said in a forced calm voice that even Goyle could tell had hidden emotions beneath it. "I'm serious," I said when he didn't move. My face was freezing, and it felt as though I was surrounded by an enormous ice cube. It was still summer, but the water was charmed to be icy cold because the professors wanted to discourage swimming. I'm sure it worked too, seeing as I felt I could break off my finger.
"You looked as though someone put the full-body bind on you! What was I supposed to do?" Ron explained, giving me puppy dog eyes, and sticking his lower lips out.
"Maybe, you could have said my name like most normal people would," I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster. "Then I wouldn't be soaking wet thanks to you."
"Sorry Mione, but I reckoned you wouldn't answer, you looked so out of it for a few minutes there," he tried to excuse himself.
"I should've figured you'd jump to conclusions. You do about everything else," I spat, letting the mishap get to me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron said, getting very red in the face and contrasting horribly with his hair. He stared at me, as if daring me to say another word. I didn't want another argument, but I had to be right about this. I had to. I knew I was, and Ron needed to know that too.
My resolution? I gave a small, fake cough which sounded much like 'Draco Malfoy,' and smirked at Ron. My expression said 'one-up that, Mr. High and Mighty.'
Ron just glared, lost for words.
"You guys!" Harry walked up to us; he had been talking to Hagrid.
"What?" we both asked innocently, losing the anger our voices had previously held.
"What are you fighting about now?" Harry asked in an exasperated voice. He had to listen to us bicker all the way here, and know he had to again and it wasn't sitting well with him.
"It's his fault!" I pointed my finger at Ron as he said the same thing and pointed his finger at me. We were both standing there, looking at each other with an indication of anger on our faces when Fleur Delacour walked by.
Ron dropped his arm to his side and cocked his head to one side, staring at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Harry and I rolled our eyes, and set off for the school, arm in arm.
*Draco's POV*
I entered the Great Hall, and I couldn't help letting all the memories from there come rushing back to me and a crazed speed. So many memories, good and bad. I remembered on of the poorer ones, staring at the four long tables that were assembled so neatly in columns.
~Flashback~
I watched Potter, Weasley, and Granger from across the hall, talking and laughing at each other. How I wished I could have that kind of friendship. Someone to tell your deepest, darkest secrets to, someone to laugh with, and just have a good time with. I felt a surge of jealousy, and anger as they leaned in close and looked over my way. Then a tremendous laugh came from Granger. I felt upset then, and I couldn't help it. That was the first time I realized I wanted her. Not as a lover, but as a friend. She would understand me, she could help me through these tough times with my father, and his affliction with Voldemort. I vowed to become her friend, only her, not the other two obnoxious friends of hers. No matter what, I'll be her best friend, I'll do whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes.
~End of Flashback~
Yes, and now she is my friend, and I didn't even hurt anybody getting her. Pretty amazing, eh? I can't believe all the things she's showed me, taught me. I know I'll never forget her. And, I'll definitely try to never hurt her. No, I'll never hurt her. Never. She's the one person I feel happy being with. I love the way her eyes light up when she's discovered some new quality about me (I have many), or the way she unconsciously bites her lip when she's researching something particularly interesting. What makes me somber is when her eyes darken at any mention of my father or the Dark side. Having grown up in it, I'm covered with invisible darkness and evil. Small portions of evil disintegrate from me every time I'm with her. She is the light in my dark world.
She's all I have...except...maybe...Pansy Parkinson.
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OK, that's it for this chapter, I'm sorry my chapters are so short, I'm not very good at writing long chapters. I'll try harder though. Thanks to smiley13 who was my first and only reviewer.
11/20/02- My chapters are a lot longer and my writing is a lot better, so please keep reading!
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*Hermione's POV*
I got off the train after what had seemed like endless hours of disagreements. 'If only Ron understood, then maybe we could all get along,' I thought. Harry tried his best to get along with Draco, but his best, unfortunately, just wasn't good enough. Ron, on the other hand, didn't even try to get along with Draco. He's too preoccupied with the fact that I'm friends with that "nasty, repulsive ferret." I'd give the world for all three of them to get along; we could really have some fun times together. It is just my luck that the one thing they can had a somewhat civilized conversation about, is the one thing I don't know anything about. Three guesses on what that is.
I was off in a trance thinking about the idea of those three getting along, so Ron conveniently snapped me out of it by throwing water from the lake onto me. I felt the cold lake water dripping down my back and face as I tried to count backwards from ten. The droplets of chilly, apathetic water decided that they didn't want to leave my skin; they lingered on my nose and skin as the frosty wind nipped at my face.
"Ronald Weasley, if you know what's good for you, you'll run away right now," I said in a forced calm voice that even Goyle could tell had hidden emotions beneath it. "I'm serious," I said when he didn't move. My face was freezing, and it felt as though I was surrounded by an enormous ice cube. It was still summer, but the water was charmed to be icy cold because the professors wanted to discourage swimming. I'm sure it worked too, seeing as I felt I could break off my finger.
"You looked as though someone put the full-body bind on you! What was I supposed to do?" Ron explained, giving me puppy dog eyes, and sticking his lower lips out.
"Maybe, you could have said my name like most normal people would," I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster. "Then I wouldn't be soaking wet thanks to you."
"Sorry Mione, but I reckoned you wouldn't answer, you looked so out of it for a few minutes there," he tried to excuse himself.
"I should've figured you'd jump to conclusions. You do about everything else," I spat, letting the mishap get to me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron said, getting very red in the face and contrasting horribly with his hair. He stared at me, as if daring me to say another word. I didn't want another argument, but I had to be right about this. I had to. I knew I was, and Ron needed to know that too.
My resolution? I gave a small, fake cough which sounded much like 'Draco Malfoy,' and smirked at Ron. My expression said 'one-up that, Mr. High and Mighty.'
Ron just glared, lost for words.
"You guys!" Harry walked up to us; he had been talking to Hagrid.
"What?" we both asked innocently, losing the anger our voices had previously held.
"What are you fighting about now?" Harry asked in an exasperated voice. He had to listen to us bicker all the way here, and know he had to again and it wasn't sitting well with him.
"It's his fault!" I pointed my finger at Ron as he said the same thing and pointed his finger at me. We were both standing there, looking at each other with an indication of anger on our faces when Fleur Delacour walked by.
Ron dropped his arm to his side and cocked his head to one side, staring at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Harry and I rolled our eyes, and set off for the school, arm in arm.
*Draco's POV*
I entered the Great Hall, and I couldn't help letting all the memories from there come rushing back to me and a crazed speed. So many memories, good and bad. I remembered on of the poorer ones, staring at the four long tables that were assembled so neatly in columns.
~Flashback~
I watched Potter, Weasley, and Granger from across the hall, talking and laughing at each other. How I wished I could have that kind of friendship. Someone to tell your deepest, darkest secrets to, someone to laugh with, and just have a good time with. I felt a surge of jealousy, and anger as they leaned in close and looked over my way. Then a tremendous laugh came from Granger. I felt upset then, and I couldn't help it. That was the first time I realized I wanted her. Not as a lover, but as a friend. She would understand me, she could help me through these tough times with my father, and his affliction with Voldemort. I vowed to become her friend, only her, not the other two obnoxious friends of hers. No matter what, I'll be her best friend, I'll do whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes.
~End of Flashback~
Yes, and now she is my friend, and I didn't even hurt anybody getting her. Pretty amazing, eh? I can't believe all the things she's showed me, taught me. I know I'll never forget her. And, I'll definitely try to never hurt her. No, I'll never hurt her. Never. She's the one person I feel happy being with. I love the way her eyes light up when she's discovered some new quality about me (I have many), or the way she unconsciously bites her lip when she's researching something particularly interesting. What makes me somber is when her eyes darken at any mention of my father or the Dark side. Having grown up in it, I'm covered with invisible darkness and evil. Small portions of evil disintegrate from me every time I'm with her. She is the light in my dark world.
She's all I have...except...maybe...Pansy Parkinson.
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OK, that's it for this chapter, I'm sorry my chapters are so short, I'm not very good at writing long chapters. I'll try harder though. Thanks to smiley13 who was my first and only reviewer.
11/20/02- My chapters are a lot longer and my writing is a lot better, so please keep reading!