Disc- Not mine, except for Helen Cyropi. (I don't really own you though...) ;-)
A/N- OK, I'm sorry there wasn't very much Draco last chapter! I hope I have enough of him in this chapter to please all of you!
~Recap
"Don't forget, we have to talk to Ron about Pansy again," I said. "He seems to have forgotten."
"I won't forget, don't worry about that," she said, rubbing her hands together. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with him tonight."
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When Ron came down the stairs in the morning, he was still half asleep. "Ron, we have classes today, you might want to get ready," Harry reminded him.
"Bugger! I completely forgot it was Monday," he said running back up the steps.
"Don't forget to primp yourself for Pansy!" Ginny called after him, and chuckled to herself.
"Did you talk to him?" I asked her.
"Yes Mione, I did. It went quite well if I do say so myself," Ginny said, looking content with herself.
"Well?" I inquired. "What did he say?"
"We have a plan. It'll help your situation with Malfoy too. You and Ron have to pretend to be a couple," she said.
"And...that is supposed to help us how?" I asked. Why would that help us at all? It would just give Ron an excuse to show Padma what a good boyfriend he was.
"You can be really foolish sometimes, you know that?" she told me.
"Yes I know that because you won't let me forget it! Now just answer the question Weasley!" she said.
"OK, you two are all lovey-dovey, and Malfoy gets jealous. (Hopefully.) Now you and Ron have to get into a fight about something, say you being a know-it-all," she said.
"I'm not a know-it-all!" I answered.
"Well then not that, but that's not the point. Ron needs to run over to Pansy to show you up. Then he has to pretend to realize she's not such a bad person after all, and she'll fall for his antics. Then all will be right in the world," she said.
"What about Malfoy? He likes Pansy now. He'll get jealous of Ron, not me. And while we're on that topic, won't that stretch the already-there tension between them?" I said. Malfoy was obviously interested in Pansy, and if Ron got in the way of that...then who knows what could happen.
"Minor detail, we'll deal with it later," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Fine," I said, throwing my hands in the air. "It's out of my control now."
"Well, I've taken Pansy matters into my own hands. You have Malfoy and Harry to deal with," she said. "Oh! I've just remembered, Snape is supposed to tell me when my first tutoring session with Malfoy is today!"
"Good! That'll work out well. When is Ron supposed to go to Pansy?" I asked. Ginny hadn't clarified that part yet.
"Er...I'm not sure. Not today, but you and Ron could show some strain with each other. That'll probably help," she said.
"Consider it done," I replied, and she smiled. Just then I noticed Harry was still sitting there. "Harry! Have you had any dreams lately?"
"No, at least none that are appropriate for this conversation," he said, winking at Ginny who blushed scarlet.
"So why are you so quiet?" I pried.
It was Harry's turn to blush now. "No-no reason," he stammered, keeping his eyes planted on the ground. He kept glancing at Ginny, and blushing even more.
"Oooh," I taunted. "Somebody had a late night, didn't they?" I giggled.
"It was just an hour," he faltered.
"An hour? Not by a long shot!" I said.
"OK, maybe it was a little longer, but not that long," Ginny said.
"What?" Ron asked, having just come out of his dorm. His hair was spiked, something I'd never seen him do before.
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" I blurted out.
"Oh, er...you don't like it?" he asked.
"Oh no, I like it. It looks fine," I lied. Truth was, the look didn't suit him.
"You really think so? I saw some Ravenclaw third year with his hair like that, so I thought I'd try it," he said proudly.
"Very nice," I managed to spit out.
Ginny couldn't talk because she was shaking with silent giggles. "Def-def-definintely you," she howled.
"You don't like it," he stated, sticking his lower lip out.
"I'm your sister, I'm not supposed to like it," she answered.
"I guess, and as long as Hermione likes it, I'm good," he said, winking at me.
"Yeah, because I'm your poser girlfriend. I hope Padma knows it's nothing serious," I said, and his eyes widened.
"Bloody hell," she said and grabbed a pen and parchment off the nearest table. "I completely forgot about that!" he said and we all laughed.
"Ron, I thought you liked her," Harry said, shaking his head, and 'tut, tutting.'
"I do, I was just so preoccupied and er..." he trailed off. "Send this to Padma Patil ASAP," he said to Pig as he tied the letter on his leg. Pig took off, flying out the open window. The letter was light and short, so it didn't weigh Pig down too much. "I'm glad that's taken care of," he said.
"Me too," we all said in unison.
"I didn't know you all cared about me so much," he said.
"Let's go to breakfast," Harry said rolling his eyes.
We got to the entrance to the Great Hall, and Ginny and Harry looked at Ron and me. "Work your magic you two," they said before disappearing into the hall.
"Let's get this over with," I said, and grabbed his hand.
"What, you don't find me charming?" he challenged.
"Not if I was a muggle," I replied, sarcastically saying every word.
"Thanks. Now I'm going to dump you for Pansy," he said, faking a pained look.
"That is the general idea," I said, and took a deep breathe before walking in the hall.
Faces turned and whispers inaugurated when people saw Ron and I holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes. 'I'm going to be sick,' I thought. Ron looked over at Padma, and she winked at him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God," he said.
We sat down at the Gryffindor table, people still craning their necks to get a good look at us. Ron and I were sitting close, and he had his arm around me. "I'm a good actor, huh?" he said, whispering into my ear, and sending me into a fit of giggles. There was nothing funny about what he said, but I was just overcome by giggles.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Is something funny?" he said.
"No," I answered.
"So what's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know," I cracked. My laughing still ensued.
"OK," they all answered.
Ron took this opportunity to hug me close to him, and whisper in my ear. It sent chills up my spine, and still made me laugh. "You are so messed," he whispered, and I shrieked a high-pitched laugh.
*Pansy's POV*
I heard someone laughing like me at the Gryffindor table, and saw that the noise was coming from mudblood Granger. "Who does she think she is?" I asked aloud.
"I don't know."
"Stupid Gryffindor thing."
"They're all dumb muggle-lovers anyway," my beloved Draco said. I looked at him with puppy eyes, and he returned them. "Look at Granger and Weasley over there, they think they're all that," he said, and I looked over at them again.
What I saw made my jaw drop. Ron Weasley, one third of the dream team, Saint Potter's best friend, son of the muggle-loving Arthur Weasley, looked hot. I mean hot. He had spiked his hair, and it looked good. (A/N- good is italicized!) His soft, blue eyes had fire behind them which showed up in his hair. "Damn," I said without realizing it.
"What?" Crabbe asked.
"Huh?" I answered, I was staring at Ron.
"You said 'damn'," Goyle said.
"No shit Sherlock, I think I know what I said," I retorted with sourness in my voice, for I had just seen Ron feed Hermione Granger. Jealously coursed throughout every vein in my body. Then I saw the expression on her face. She looked sick, even repulsed. Then she looked over at me. I held my middle finger up to her, she rolled her eyes, and whispered in Ron's ear. I felt butterflies in my stomach when I looked at him. I had no actual feelings for him, but I wanted to see what his body looked like. If he looked half as good under his robes as he did on the outside, I was going to be one happy girl.
"Are you staring at Weasley?" Draco asked.
"What?" I answered dimly.
"I said, are you staring at the Weasel?"
"Of course not! You're my one and only, Drackie-poo," I said batting my eyes at him, and puckering my lips up seductively. I have to admit, a lot of the guys think I'm hot. I could get half the guys in the school, for all the Slytherins and some Ravenclaw's would jump at the chance to hook up with me. 'I plan to do just that. I'll get Weasley right where I want him, and all will be right in the world,' I thought, a smile dawning on my face.
"Are you all right sugar? Draco asked. "You seem kind-of far off this morning."
"What? Oh yes, I'm fine," I said, still staring at Ron.
"I think tonight, you should make-up for your lack of talk," Draco said, inching closer to me.
"I wouldn't dream of anything else," I lied, and Draco was satisfied.
"Look at the Weasel and the mudblood!" Blaise Zabani said. He had been my boyfriend awhile back, but I still couldn't get over Draco.
"Oh my God!" a Slytherin 5th year yelled.
When I looked over at Granger and Ron, I saw they were having an argument. The mudblood wasn't laughing anymore, and her face was red. Ron was just staring at her, dumbfounded. I got up, and casually walked over to the Gryffindor table so I could hear better.
"You're always doing that!" said the mudblood.
"Doing what?" Ron asked, now catching on to the argument and getting pink in the cheeks.
"Calling me Miss. Perfect, or a know-it-all or something catchy like that! Like it hurts my feelings," she added.
"I didn't mean to hurt you're feelings Mione. I'm sorry," he said, then whispered something in her ear again.
Granger looked up at Ron, shocked. "What did you just say?"
Ron took a deep breath, and looked my way. I tried to hide behind a Hufflepuff, but I had no luck. Still looking at me instead of Granger, he said, "I said I love you, Hermione Granger.'
Her face turned pale like a ghost's. Her eyes looked glazed over. Then she whispered in his ear. He looked back at her and said "I know."
"I guess you're right honey, I am a know-it-all," she said dejectedly to Ron.
"You are, but I had no authorization to say that," he told her back, then lifted her face to meet his.
"I know you didn't," she answered, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
I was outraged! Those wonderful, luscious lips of Ron's should be on mine! Not the stupid mudblood, she's always going and ruining everything for me! I stormed back over to the Slytherin table, and dropped myself onto the bench. I saw Draco, who was watching the mudblood with a look in his eyes I had never seen before. He never wore that expression when he looked at me. "Bugger," I whispered, for I had just figured out the delicate fire in his eyes was love.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"Er...nothing," I fibbed.
"What happened over there?" Millicent asked.
"Oh, just two-thirds of the dream team fighting a lover's fight," I said with sadness covered up in my voice. 'Damn. Everything is going wrong today,' I said, tears threatening to pour out of my eyes.
"Are you OK?" Draco, who had now turned his attention to me, asked.
"I've never been better," I said, lying right through my teeth.
"OK babe," Draco said, now stuffing food in his mouth.
"You're a pig. I'm going upstairs before Potions. I have something I need to get," I said, and left in a hurry. I ran down the hall, then down the stairs towards the dungeons. "Sal-Salazar Slytherin," I stuttered, and dashed into the common room when the frame opened. A few other Slytherin's were in there, getting a late start to the day. I hid my face from view as I casually went towards my dormitory.
When I got in there, I collapsed on my bed. I screamed obscenities into my pillow, soaking it with my tears that were cascading from my eyes like rapids. I couldn't believe it. The two guys I was actually interested in, were both in love with the mudblood. Top of every class, prefect, never makes mistakes, brainy witch, Granger. "She will pay," I vowed. "Taking Draco wasn't enough for her was it? Well, I will have a little talk with some people, and she will pay," I stated one last time.
I curled up in a ball, and sobbed. You see, the thing no one knew about me was that I was in love. Head over heels, can't live without, want to marry, have kids with, and be with for the rest of time love. Love was the feeling I felt every time I looked into the eyes of a certain Slytherin. The cold, gray eyes which have haunted my dreams since fourth year. The cold, gray eyes in which a fire burns every time he looks at a certain person. Yes, the pair of eyes belongs to one person, and one person who has claimed my heart forever. His name will be forever inscribed on my heart, and will never be erased.
*Hermione's POV*
"Did anyone see when Pansy left?" I asked the group. Ron had moved over a bit, but he was still too close for comfort.
"No sir-ee," said Ron, interested in his food.
"Haven't you finished?" I asked amazed.
"No sir-ee, just getting started. I couldn't very well kiss you with bacon breath, could I?"
"I guess not," I answered.
"Sorry to disappoint you Ron, but we have to go to Potions now," Harry said, and Ron looked up.
"Really?" he said.
"Really. Time to work your magic for Pansy!" Harry said cheerfully.
Ron closed his eyes, and stuck his tongue out. "I think she finds me quite attractive if I do say so myself. You should've seen the look on her face when I kissed Hermione," he answered proudly.
"We did see, and as much I hate to admit, she did look a bit crushed," Ginny said.
"See? See Hermione? I told you I was charming," Ron teased.
"Yes, well Ron, remember this compliment is coming from Pansy."
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that," he said, thinking hard. "Well at least someone finds me charming!"
"Oh yea! Pansy has the hots for Ron. Go Ron!" Harry tormented Ron.
"Shut up," he returned weakly.
"I'm going to Potions, you two can join me if you want," I said, slinging my bag around my shoulder, and tapping my foot. "Hurry up," I whined. "Everyone's leaving."
"Lets go before she explodes," Ron said, and Harry nodded fervently.
When we got to the dungeons, we found the class waiting outside. "If it isn't Potter, Weasley, and Hermione," a drawling voice said in our ears.
I whipped around. Had I heard him right? Did he call me Hermione? "What did you say?" I inquired.
"Nothing that you would care about Hermione," he answered, and I looked in his eyes. They held a mixture of emotions. I ticked off what I had read in them. 'Malice, hate, malevolence, tenderness, and affection,' I thought. 'What the-?'
"Hurry along, in the classroom. 3 points for walking too slow, Longbottom," Snape seethed. He wasn't in a good mood.
I started walking in behind the rest of the class, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, afraid of who it might be. My fears were confirmed when I saw Malfoy holding me by the shoulders. "Come here," he said, and dragged me towards a picture of a desk with Potions bottles on it.
"Let me go! Snape'll kill me!" I said in a loud voice.
"Shh, he'll hear you mudblood," he said, checking to see if anyone was watching, then whispering the password. He kept hold of my arm, and tried pulling me in.
"I'm not going anywhere that's deserted with you," I said, and jerked my arm out of his hand.
"Just get in here Hermione. I have something important to tell you," he said, his voice a little less severe.
"Why do you keep saying my name?" I questioned.
"Just follow me," he said, extending his hand to me.
"Give me one good reason," I said, my feet firmly on the ground.
"You love me," he answered. I opened my mouth to argue, but he silenced me by putting his finger to his lips. "I see it in your eyes Hermione. Just trust me," he said, still holding his out-stretched hand to me.
I didn't take it, but he shrugged, and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to right where I had guessed. His own private room. The one I had been in before. "They changed the portrait," I whispered.
"I had them do that so you wouldn't know where to find me," he said, sitting the bed.
"Jerk," I said.
"Listen to me," he said.
"No."
"You'll regret it if you don't," he smiled playfully.
"The only thing I regret is trusting you. Thinking you changed. For all I know you could've been cheating on me with Pansy behind my back the whole time!" I was now really mad.
"I love it when you're mad. That's when you're the cutest," he smirked.
"You are impossible!" I said, throwing my hands up. "I'm out of here!" I said, grabbing my bag.
"Wait Hermione. I'm sorry. Please listen, for me. I need to talk to you," he genuinely said.
"10 minutes at most," I said, sitting on his bed and making myself comfortable.
"Done. There's something I have to tell you. Something happened to me," he said.
"Go on," I said with a bored tone.
"I've been placed under the Imperius curse," he said looking fearfully in my eyes.
"What?" I exclaimed. He expected me to believe this?
"It's true," he said.
"How do you know?" I said, getting up to examine him more closely.
"How do you think?" he said sarcastically.
"I'm serious," I said.
"It's the floating sensation. I can feel it when I look at you," he blushed. "I think it was-" he started to say, but then stopped abruptly when he looked at my hand in his. "Get away," he said harshly.
"What?" I said
"I said, get away from me you rotten mudblood," he snarled.
I gasped. "What are you saying?"
"Do I need to repeat it word-for-word to you? I said, get the hell away from me or I'll hex you," he drawled in a voice that was getting more and more recognizable by the second.
"I knew it. Lies; it was all lies, wasn't it?" I said, withdrawing my hand from his.
"Wait, I'm OK," he said, staring at his hands, and turning them over and over, as if investigating them.
I was backed up against a wall, staring at him with fear in my eyes. "Please, stop this Malfoy. If you want to hurt me, you're doing a good job. So please, I've learned to live with it. If the only reason you brought me here was too poke fun at me for some joke, then you're in for a disappointing ending," I finished, turning my back to him and looking at the door.
"No Hermione. I mean it, something's happening to me," he said.
"Why should I believe you?" I asked. If he could answer this question sincerely, then I'd at least listen to him.
"Because..." he said, staring at the ground, pondering his answer.
"I'm waiting," I grumbled.
"Because I love you all right!" he shouted back at me, then went quiet. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he started shaking like mad. He was screaming a blood-curdling scream, and he kept writhing on the ground.
I stood there, watching him. 'He deserves this,' I tried telling myself.
'You love him, it's unbearable for you to watch him subject to the Cruciatus Curse,' my mind told me. "Crutiatus?" I said out loud. "Oh my God. But how?" I said to myself. "I can't reverse it, so what do I do? Come on Hermione! You're supposed to be the smartest witch in the year!" I said to myself, breathing rapidly. Draco was breathing harder, and shaking more worse too. 'I can't watch him like this,' I thought, and rushed over to him. I was afraid to touch him because of what happened last time. I put my face over his, and whispered to him. "No! Draco stop, I'm so sorry about everything I said! Don't die Draco. Please, I'll forgive you for everything, I love you!" I said, my tears falling on his delicate face.
He instantly relaxed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I leaned back against the bed, still looking at him. He hadn't opened his eyes yet. Then unexpectedly, he arched his back, and jolted. He was shaking awfully worse this time, and it felt like I could feel the white-hot knives piercing my own skin.
I took out my wand, and looked at it. "Petrificus Totalus!" I screamed, and when that didn't work I tried another one, and then one after the other when he still didn't stop. Nothing was working and I was getting tired. "Stupefy," I said heartlessly, and then he stopped. "What?" I said aloud. "How did that work? Nothing's supposed to be able to block the Unforgivable curses," I conversed with myself.
"Hermione?" Draco stirred.
"Draco. You're alive," I said, tears blurring my vision of him. I hastily wiped them away, and walked towards him, making a move to throw my arms around him.
"Don't," he said, holding his hand up to stop me from going any further.
"Oh right. What just happened?" I asked tentatively.
"I don't know anymore than you do. I know it has something to do with Pansy though. She put the Imperius curse on me, and now she's somehow performing the Cruciatus curse on me," he said.
I stared at him, and a tear leaked out of my eye. "I love you," I said.
"I'm not going to say anything, because I think it triggers the curse, but you know I do," he said.
I nodded. "But how did I stop it? I thought the only way to stop the Cruciatus curse is to lift your wand. This was somehow through your mind," I said, shaking my head.
"Hermione, we don't have much time. Pansy will be wondering where I am, so she'll come here. Just know that should I ever be mean, or horrible to you, it's the curse, not me."
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "I have another question. I thought that if dark magic was performed, it would activate an alarm. How come nothing is happening?" I wondered.
"I don't know, but seriously Hermione. Go, go now, or else you'll be sorry," he told me. "Don't tell Potter or Weasley about this."
I sighed. "If you say so," then I turned to him. "Goodbye Draco. Please try to fight this, I know you can. I believe in you," I said to him, and walked out.
'There's no point going to Potions,' I thought. 'Class if halfway over,' I thought, and wandered the corridors a few times before running into someone.
"Granger! What are you doing?" I heard Pansy's high, shrill voice ring out. I groaned, and turned to face her.
"I could ask the same for you," I said.
"I am going to the hospital wing. I have a headache," she stated.
"BS! You're going to see-" I stopped myself. "Right. I know what you mean. Snape's classes are really exasperating."
"Who did you think I was going to go see?" she questioned me, looking in my eyes as if examining my head to see if she could figure it out herself.
"What? I never said anything like that," I insisted. "Pansy, you're eyes are all red and puffy, have you been crying?"
"What? Me cry? No way, anyway it's none of your business," she said, getting all huffy and walking towards the portrait of Slytherin.
"Liar," I said under my breath. "That's right. Go perform some dark magic on Draco. Yes, let's go land ourselves in Azkaban because once I tell Dumbledore, that's where you'll be," I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" she said, turning around.
I froze. Had she heard me? Was I really that loud? "I didn't say anything," I lied.
"I heard you. You said something about Dumbledore."
"Oh yes, well I need to talk to him about my prefect duties," I said, but inside I was thanking God.
"Is that all?"
"What is this, 20 questions? Besides," I said, bringing myself up. "It's none of your business."
She growled, but turned all the same. "You better watch your back Granger," she threatened, and vanished.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times. Had I really just seen Pansy Parkinson disappear into thin air? 'I must be seeing things,' I convinced myself.
I went up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. "Horrible Slytherin git," I said to the Fat Lady. I smiled to myself. "I think I need to change that," I chuckled. 'Don't tell Harry or Ron,' Draco has said.
'But why not?' said one voice. 'You're all in this together,' it said.
'Draco said no. He must have his reasons,' said the other voice.
'You promised Harry and Ron that should you discover anything, you'd tell them,' voice one said.
'Draco said no. That's final,' said voice two, and those words were ringing in my head. "That's final," I repeated to myself. "That final," I said a little louder. "That's final!" I screamed, and it felt good to let all the pent-up anger inside of me out. "Final, final, final, FINAL!" I shouted, throwing up my arms gleefully, and dancing around the room. "I feel great! Why though?" I stopped dancing. "I should be in tears, I should be at Dumbledore's office!" I yelled at myself.
"So go there," a younger voice sounded.
"Woah," I spun around. I looked at the girl. It looked like she was a fourth or fifth year. She actually looked vaguely familiar. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Helen Cyropi," she answered. (A/N- Here you go Cyropi!)
"What year are you?" I asked.
"Fifth," she answered simply.
"Oh! You're Ginny's friend! Right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I remember you. You rarely hung around us, but you did sometimes," she said. There was a tone of sadness in her voice.
"Are you OK?" I asked her.
"No!" she announced, and broke down.
"Well what's wrong?" I asked.
"My boyfriend likes someone else. My aunt is really sick and is in the hospital. On top of that, I'm having a really hard time in Arithmacy," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry," I said. I truly did feel bad for her, she had it pretty bad right now. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked the crying girl.
"Actually," she looked up. "There is."
"What is it?"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, it will take time out of your schedule," she said.
"Just tell me what it is!" I giggled.
"Can you tutor me in Arithmacy?" she asked, expecting me to say no.
"Sure! It'll be fun!" I said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes, no problem," I answered. It wouldn't take that long.
"Thank you so much! You've just made my day so much better!" she exclaimed, her face bright and happy.
"Glad I could help. By the way, why aren't you in class?" I asked.
"That question can go two ways!" she said. This girl was good.
"It could, but I asked you first," I told her.
"It's kind-of stupid," she said sheepishly.
"I bet it's not."
"OK. We have Divination right now. The girl my boyfriend likes is in that class," she said quietly. "It kills me to see him watching her all the time. I can't stand it, I get so jealous. She doesn't even realize it either."
"Dump the loser!" I urged.
"I would, but," she faltered.
"What?" I asked. What in the name of God could be stopping this girl from dumping her loser boyfriend?
"I love him. I love him more than anything in the world. I want to marry him. I'm just praying he'll grow out of this stage. I hope it's a quick phase," she said.
"Helen, you can't let him push you around and use you like that. He's overpowering you, and dwelling on your weakness of love. You need to get rid of him before he permanently ruins your life. Do you really want to marry a liar? Spend the rest of your life with him?" I surveyed.
"Yes! I do, I love him. I can't help it. I can't help it like you can't help loving Draco Malfoy even though he's a stupid git," she replied.
"How do you know?" I was speechless.
"Don't forget, I know what it's like to be in love. Especially when you don't want to be. You regret ever meeting them, dating, kissing, hugging, and loving them. Everyday and night you wonder what your life would be like if he had never entered it. You wonder if it would be for the better, or worse. Then you come up with the same answer. Worse. It's always worse because you know he's your soul mate. After all the horrible stuff he's done to you, you love him anyway. The earth splitting in two couldn't diminish your love, or even rift it. You know you two were made for each other. You want to be able to him for the rest of your life. You don't care who accepts him, and who doesn't. You look at him, and know he's the one. The one you could spend your whole life with, have kids with, introduce to your parents," she paused, looking into space.
"And the best feeling in the world is if he loves you back. If he feels what you feel. If he hurts like you hurt when you're apart. If he knows you were made for each other like you know it. He accepts you for who you are, and wouldn't change a thing. He loves you more than life itself. He wants to marry you, tie the knot, make a binding contract that links you to each other for your whole life," she finished, a dreamy look on her face.
"Wow. That was incredible," I told her.
"I've thought about it a lot," she said. "I wanted to be able to define love, and once I had, I knew I was in it. I'm in love, I don't just love him. I'm waist-deep in it, and it's going to go over my head soon. I can't stand it. The love I have for him is going to over whelm me someday if he doesn't return it," she said, the dreamy look completly gone from her face, and an expression of sadness took it's place.
"I haven't gone that deep into thought, but you're right. I'm in love. Head over heels in love. I do know Draco is the one for me. The one I could spend the rest of my life with. I just hope it actually comes to that," I shuddered.
"Comes to what?" Helen asked.
"Being able to spend the rest of my life with him. We are both sought out by evil people who are trying to kill us. It's horrible," I said.
"I bet," she said quietly. "How do you know Draco still loves you?"
"Hmm..." I pondered. I cast my mind around for lies, but I couldn't come up with one. "I just do, Helen. I just do."
"Oh. Lucky you. I don't even know what my boyfriend thinks anymore," she said.
"Who is it?" I asked her. I think she had forgot to tell me.
"Please don't laugh. When I tell you my boyfriend's name, you'll instantly know the girl he likes too," she said.
"Helen, I'm dating Draco Malfoy. What could be worse than that?" I laughed.
"Try Colin Creevy."
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~Recap
"Don't forget, we have to talk to Ron about Pansy again," I said. "He seems to have forgotten."
"I won't forget, don't worry about that," she said, rubbing her hands together. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with him tonight."
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When Ron came down the stairs in the morning, he was still half asleep. "Ron, we have classes today, you might want to get ready," Harry reminded him.
"Bugger! I completely forgot it was Monday," he said running back up the steps.
"Don't forget to primp yourself for Pansy!" Ginny called after him, and chuckled to herself.
"Did you talk to him?" I asked her.
"Yes Mione, I did. It went quite well if I do say so myself," Ginny said, looking content with herself.
"Well?" I inquired. "What did he say?"
"We have a plan. It'll help your situation with Malfoy too. You and Ron have to pretend to be a couple," she said.
"And...that is supposed to help us how?" I asked. Why would that help us at all? It would just give Ron an excuse to show Padma what a good boyfriend he was.
"You can be really foolish sometimes, you know that?" she told me.
"Yes I know that because you won't let me forget it! Now just answer the question Weasley!" she said.
"OK, you two are all lovey-dovey, and Malfoy gets jealous. (Hopefully.) Now you and Ron have to get into a fight about something, say you being a know-it-all," she said.
"I'm not a know-it-all!" I answered.
"Well then not that, but that's not the point. Ron needs to run over to Pansy to show you up. Then he has to pretend to realize she's not such a bad person after all, and she'll fall for his antics. Then all will be right in the world," she said.
"What about Malfoy? He likes Pansy now. He'll get jealous of Ron, not me. And while we're on that topic, won't that stretch the already-there tension between them?" I said. Malfoy was obviously interested in Pansy, and if Ron got in the way of that...then who knows what could happen.
"Minor detail, we'll deal with it later," she answered matter-of-factly.
"Fine," I said, throwing my hands in the air. "It's out of my control now."
"Well, I've taken Pansy matters into my own hands. You have Malfoy and Harry to deal with," she said. "Oh! I've just remembered, Snape is supposed to tell me when my first tutoring session with Malfoy is today!"
"Good! That'll work out well. When is Ron supposed to go to Pansy?" I asked. Ginny hadn't clarified that part yet.
"Er...I'm not sure. Not today, but you and Ron could show some strain with each other. That'll probably help," she said.
"Consider it done," I replied, and she smiled. Just then I noticed Harry was still sitting there. "Harry! Have you had any dreams lately?"
"No, at least none that are appropriate for this conversation," he said, winking at Ginny who blushed scarlet.
"So why are you so quiet?" I pried.
It was Harry's turn to blush now. "No-no reason," he stammered, keeping his eyes planted on the ground. He kept glancing at Ginny, and blushing even more.
"Oooh," I taunted. "Somebody had a late night, didn't they?" I giggled.
"It was just an hour," he faltered.
"An hour? Not by a long shot!" I said.
"OK, maybe it was a little longer, but not that long," Ginny said.
"What?" Ron asked, having just come out of his dorm. His hair was spiked, something I'd never seen him do before.
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" I blurted out.
"Oh, er...you don't like it?" he asked.
"Oh no, I like it. It looks fine," I lied. Truth was, the look didn't suit him.
"You really think so? I saw some Ravenclaw third year with his hair like that, so I thought I'd try it," he said proudly.
"Very nice," I managed to spit out.
Ginny couldn't talk because she was shaking with silent giggles. "Def-def-definintely you," she howled.
"You don't like it," he stated, sticking his lower lip out.
"I'm your sister, I'm not supposed to like it," she answered.
"I guess, and as long as Hermione likes it, I'm good," he said, winking at me.
"Yeah, because I'm your poser girlfriend. I hope Padma knows it's nothing serious," I said, and his eyes widened.
"Bloody hell," she said and grabbed a pen and parchment off the nearest table. "I completely forgot about that!" he said and we all laughed.
"Ron, I thought you liked her," Harry said, shaking his head, and 'tut, tutting.'
"I do, I was just so preoccupied and er..." he trailed off. "Send this to Padma Patil ASAP," he said to Pig as he tied the letter on his leg. Pig took off, flying out the open window. The letter was light and short, so it didn't weigh Pig down too much. "I'm glad that's taken care of," he said.
"Me too," we all said in unison.
"I didn't know you all cared about me so much," he said.
"Let's go to breakfast," Harry said rolling his eyes.
We got to the entrance to the Great Hall, and Ginny and Harry looked at Ron and me. "Work your magic you two," they said before disappearing into the hall.
"Let's get this over with," I said, and grabbed his hand.
"What, you don't find me charming?" he challenged.
"Not if I was a muggle," I replied, sarcastically saying every word.
"Thanks. Now I'm going to dump you for Pansy," he said, faking a pained look.
"That is the general idea," I said, and took a deep breathe before walking in the hall.
Faces turned and whispers inaugurated when people saw Ron and I holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes. 'I'm going to be sick,' I thought. Ron looked over at Padma, and she winked at him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank God," he said.
We sat down at the Gryffindor table, people still craning their necks to get a good look at us. Ron and I were sitting close, and he had his arm around me. "I'm a good actor, huh?" he said, whispering into my ear, and sending me into a fit of giggles. There was nothing funny about what he said, but I was just overcome by giggles.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Is something funny?" he said.
"No," I answered.
"So what's wrong?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know," I cracked. My laughing still ensued.
"OK," they all answered.
Ron took this opportunity to hug me close to him, and whisper in my ear. It sent chills up my spine, and still made me laugh. "You are so messed," he whispered, and I shrieked a high-pitched laugh.
*Pansy's POV*
I heard someone laughing like me at the Gryffindor table, and saw that the noise was coming from mudblood Granger. "Who does she think she is?" I asked aloud.
"I don't know."
"Stupid Gryffindor thing."
"They're all dumb muggle-lovers anyway," my beloved Draco said. I looked at him with puppy eyes, and he returned them. "Look at Granger and Weasley over there, they think they're all that," he said, and I looked over at them again.
What I saw made my jaw drop. Ron Weasley, one third of the dream team, Saint Potter's best friend, son of the muggle-loving Arthur Weasley, looked hot. I mean hot. He had spiked his hair, and it looked good. (A/N- good is italicized!) His soft, blue eyes had fire behind them which showed up in his hair. "Damn," I said without realizing it.
"What?" Crabbe asked.
"Huh?" I answered, I was staring at Ron.
"You said 'damn'," Goyle said.
"No shit Sherlock, I think I know what I said," I retorted with sourness in my voice, for I had just seen Ron feed Hermione Granger. Jealously coursed throughout every vein in my body. Then I saw the expression on her face. She looked sick, even repulsed. Then she looked over at me. I held my middle finger up to her, she rolled her eyes, and whispered in Ron's ear. I felt butterflies in my stomach when I looked at him. I had no actual feelings for him, but I wanted to see what his body looked like. If he looked half as good under his robes as he did on the outside, I was going to be one happy girl.
"Are you staring at Weasley?" Draco asked.
"What?" I answered dimly.
"I said, are you staring at the Weasel?"
"Of course not! You're my one and only, Drackie-poo," I said batting my eyes at him, and puckering my lips up seductively. I have to admit, a lot of the guys think I'm hot. I could get half the guys in the school, for all the Slytherins and some Ravenclaw's would jump at the chance to hook up with me. 'I plan to do just that. I'll get Weasley right where I want him, and all will be right in the world,' I thought, a smile dawning on my face.
"Are you all right sugar? Draco asked. "You seem kind-of far off this morning."
"What? Oh yes, I'm fine," I said, still staring at Ron.
"I think tonight, you should make-up for your lack of talk," Draco said, inching closer to me.
"I wouldn't dream of anything else," I lied, and Draco was satisfied.
"Look at the Weasel and the mudblood!" Blaise Zabani said. He had been my boyfriend awhile back, but I still couldn't get over Draco.
"Oh my God!" a Slytherin 5th year yelled.
When I looked over at Granger and Ron, I saw they were having an argument. The mudblood wasn't laughing anymore, and her face was red. Ron was just staring at her, dumbfounded. I got up, and casually walked over to the Gryffindor table so I could hear better.
"You're always doing that!" said the mudblood.
"Doing what?" Ron asked, now catching on to the argument and getting pink in the cheeks.
"Calling me Miss. Perfect, or a know-it-all or something catchy like that! Like it hurts my feelings," she added.
"I didn't mean to hurt you're feelings Mione. I'm sorry," he said, then whispered something in her ear again.
Granger looked up at Ron, shocked. "What did you just say?"
Ron took a deep breath, and looked my way. I tried to hide behind a Hufflepuff, but I had no luck. Still looking at me instead of Granger, he said, "I said I love you, Hermione Granger.'
Her face turned pale like a ghost's. Her eyes looked glazed over. Then she whispered in his ear. He looked back at her and said "I know."
"I guess you're right honey, I am a know-it-all," she said dejectedly to Ron.
"You are, but I had no authorization to say that," he told her back, then lifted her face to meet his.
"I know you didn't," she answered, and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
I was outraged! Those wonderful, luscious lips of Ron's should be on mine! Not the stupid mudblood, she's always going and ruining everything for me! I stormed back over to the Slytherin table, and dropped myself onto the bench. I saw Draco, who was watching the mudblood with a look in his eyes I had never seen before. He never wore that expression when he looked at me. "Bugger," I whispered, for I had just figured out the delicate fire in his eyes was love.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"Er...nothing," I fibbed.
"What happened over there?" Millicent asked.
"Oh, just two-thirds of the dream team fighting a lover's fight," I said with sadness covered up in my voice. 'Damn. Everything is going wrong today,' I said, tears threatening to pour out of my eyes.
"Are you OK?" Draco, who had now turned his attention to me, asked.
"I've never been better," I said, lying right through my teeth.
"OK babe," Draco said, now stuffing food in his mouth.
"You're a pig. I'm going upstairs before Potions. I have something I need to get," I said, and left in a hurry. I ran down the hall, then down the stairs towards the dungeons. "Sal-Salazar Slytherin," I stuttered, and dashed into the common room when the frame opened. A few other Slytherin's were in there, getting a late start to the day. I hid my face from view as I casually went towards my dormitory.
When I got in there, I collapsed on my bed. I screamed obscenities into my pillow, soaking it with my tears that were cascading from my eyes like rapids. I couldn't believe it. The two guys I was actually interested in, were both in love with the mudblood. Top of every class, prefect, never makes mistakes, brainy witch, Granger. "She will pay," I vowed. "Taking Draco wasn't enough for her was it? Well, I will have a little talk with some people, and she will pay," I stated one last time.
I curled up in a ball, and sobbed. You see, the thing no one knew about me was that I was in love. Head over heels, can't live without, want to marry, have kids with, and be with for the rest of time love. Love was the feeling I felt every time I looked into the eyes of a certain Slytherin. The cold, gray eyes which have haunted my dreams since fourth year. The cold, gray eyes in which a fire burns every time he looks at a certain person. Yes, the pair of eyes belongs to one person, and one person who has claimed my heart forever. His name will be forever inscribed on my heart, and will never be erased.
*Hermione's POV*
"Did anyone see when Pansy left?" I asked the group. Ron had moved over a bit, but he was still too close for comfort.
"No sir-ee," said Ron, interested in his food.
"Haven't you finished?" I asked amazed.
"No sir-ee, just getting started. I couldn't very well kiss you with bacon breath, could I?"
"I guess not," I answered.
"Sorry to disappoint you Ron, but we have to go to Potions now," Harry said, and Ron looked up.
"Really?" he said.
"Really. Time to work your magic for Pansy!" Harry said cheerfully.
Ron closed his eyes, and stuck his tongue out. "I think she finds me quite attractive if I do say so myself. You should've seen the look on her face when I kissed Hermione," he answered proudly.
"We did see, and as much I hate to admit, she did look a bit crushed," Ginny said.
"See? See Hermione? I told you I was charming," Ron teased.
"Yes, well Ron, remember this compliment is coming from Pansy."
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that," he said, thinking hard. "Well at least someone finds me charming!"
"Oh yea! Pansy has the hots for Ron. Go Ron!" Harry tormented Ron.
"Shut up," he returned weakly.
"I'm going to Potions, you two can join me if you want," I said, slinging my bag around my shoulder, and tapping my foot. "Hurry up," I whined. "Everyone's leaving."
"Lets go before she explodes," Ron said, and Harry nodded fervently.
When we got to the dungeons, we found the class waiting outside. "If it isn't Potter, Weasley, and Hermione," a drawling voice said in our ears.
I whipped around. Had I heard him right? Did he call me Hermione? "What did you say?" I inquired.
"Nothing that you would care about Hermione," he answered, and I looked in his eyes. They held a mixture of emotions. I ticked off what I had read in them. 'Malice, hate, malevolence, tenderness, and affection,' I thought. 'What the-?'
"Hurry along, in the classroom. 3 points for walking too slow, Longbottom," Snape seethed. He wasn't in a good mood.
I started walking in behind the rest of the class, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, afraid of who it might be. My fears were confirmed when I saw Malfoy holding me by the shoulders. "Come here," he said, and dragged me towards a picture of a desk with Potions bottles on it.
"Let me go! Snape'll kill me!" I said in a loud voice.
"Shh, he'll hear you mudblood," he said, checking to see if anyone was watching, then whispering the password. He kept hold of my arm, and tried pulling me in.
"I'm not going anywhere that's deserted with you," I said, and jerked my arm out of his hand.
"Just get in here Hermione. I have something important to tell you," he said, his voice a little less severe.
"Why do you keep saying my name?" I questioned.
"Just follow me," he said, extending his hand to me.
"Give me one good reason," I said, my feet firmly on the ground.
"You love me," he answered. I opened my mouth to argue, but he silenced me by putting his finger to his lips. "I see it in your eyes Hermione. Just trust me," he said, still holding his out-stretched hand to me.
I didn't take it, but he shrugged, and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to right where I had guessed. His own private room. The one I had been in before. "They changed the portrait," I whispered.
"I had them do that so you wouldn't know where to find me," he said, sitting the bed.
"Jerk," I said.
"Listen to me," he said.
"No."
"You'll regret it if you don't," he smiled playfully.
"The only thing I regret is trusting you. Thinking you changed. For all I know you could've been cheating on me with Pansy behind my back the whole time!" I was now really mad.
"I love it when you're mad. That's when you're the cutest," he smirked.
"You are impossible!" I said, throwing my hands up. "I'm out of here!" I said, grabbing my bag.
"Wait Hermione. I'm sorry. Please listen, for me. I need to talk to you," he genuinely said.
"10 minutes at most," I said, sitting on his bed and making myself comfortable.
"Done. There's something I have to tell you. Something happened to me," he said.
"Go on," I said with a bored tone.
"I've been placed under the Imperius curse," he said looking fearfully in my eyes.
"What?" I exclaimed. He expected me to believe this?
"It's true," he said.
"How do you know?" I said, getting up to examine him more closely.
"How do you think?" he said sarcastically.
"I'm serious," I said.
"It's the floating sensation. I can feel it when I look at you," he blushed. "I think it was-" he started to say, but then stopped abruptly when he looked at my hand in his. "Get away," he said harshly.
"What?" I said
"I said, get away from me you rotten mudblood," he snarled.
I gasped. "What are you saying?"
"Do I need to repeat it word-for-word to you? I said, get the hell away from me or I'll hex you," he drawled in a voice that was getting more and more recognizable by the second.
"I knew it. Lies; it was all lies, wasn't it?" I said, withdrawing my hand from his.
"Wait, I'm OK," he said, staring at his hands, and turning them over and over, as if investigating them.
I was backed up against a wall, staring at him with fear in my eyes. "Please, stop this Malfoy. If you want to hurt me, you're doing a good job. So please, I've learned to live with it. If the only reason you brought me here was too poke fun at me for some joke, then you're in for a disappointing ending," I finished, turning my back to him and looking at the door.
"No Hermione. I mean it, something's happening to me," he said.
"Why should I believe you?" I asked. If he could answer this question sincerely, then I'd at least listen to him.
"Because..." he said, staring at the ground, pondering his answer.
"I'm waiting," I grumbled.
"Because I love you all right!" he shouted back at me, then went quiet. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he started shaking like mad. He was screaming a blood-curdling scream, and he kept writhing on the ground.
I stood there, watching him. 'He deserves this,' I tried telling myself.
'You love him, it's unbearable for you to watch him subject to the Cruciatus Curse,' my mind told me. "Crutiatus?" I said out loud. "Oh my God. But how?" I said to myself. "I can't reverse it, so what do I do? Come on Hermione! You're supposed to be the smartest witch in the year!" I said to myself, breathing rapidly. Draco was breathing harder, and shaking more worse too. 'I can't watch him like this,' I thought, and rushed over to him. I was afraid to touch him because of what happened last time. I put my face over his, and whispered to him. "No! Draco stop, I'm so sorry about everything I said! Don't die Draco. Please, I'll forgive you for everything, I love you!" I said, my tears falling on his delicate face.
He instantly relaxed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I leaned back against the bed, still looking at him. He hadn't opened his eyes yet. Then unexpectedly, he arched his back, and jolted. He was shaking awfully worse this time, and it felt like I could feel the white-hot knives piercing my own skin.
I took out my wand, and looked at it. "Petrificus Totalus!" I screamed, and when that didn't work I tried another one, and then one after the other when he still didn't stop. Nothing was working and I was getting tired. "Stupefy," I said heartlessly, and then he stopped. "What?" I said aloud. "How did that work? Nothing's supposed to be able to block the Unforgivable curses," I conversed with myself.
"Hermione?" Draco stirred.
"Draco. You're alive," I said, tears blurring my vision of him. I hastily wiped them away, and walked towards him, making a move to throw my arms around him.
"Don't," he said, holding his hand up to stop me from going any further.
"Oh right. What just happened?" I asked tentatively.
"I don't know anymore than you do. I know it has something to do with Pansy though. She put the Imperius curse on me, and now she's somehow performing the Cruciatus curse on me," he said.
I stared at him, and a tear leaked out of my eye. "I love you," I said.
"I'm not going to say anything, because I think it triggers the curse, but you know I do," he said.
I nodded. "But how did I stop it? I thought the only way to stop the Cruciatus curse is to lift your wand. This was somehow through your mind," I said, shaking my head.
"Hermione, we don't have much time. Pansy will be wondering where I am, so she'll come here. Just know that should I ever be mean, or horrible to you, it's the curse, not me."
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "I have another question. I thought that if dark magic was performed, it would activate an alarm. How come nothing is happening?" I wondered.
"I don't know, but seriously Hermione. Go, go now, or else you'll be sorry," he told me. "Don't tell Potter or Weasley about this."
I sighed. "If you say so," then I turned to him. "Goodbye Draco. Please try to fight this, I know you can. I believe in you," I said to him, and walked out.
'There's no point going to Potions,' I thought. 'Class if halfway over,' I thought, and wandered the corridors a few times before running into someone.
"Granger! What are you doing?" I heard Pansy's high, shrill voice ring out. I groaned, and turned to face her.
"I could ask the same for you," I said.
"I am going to the hospital wing. I have a headache," she stated.
"BS! You're going to see-" I stopped myself. "Right. I know what you mean. Snape's classes are really exasperating."
"Who did you think I was going to go see?" she questioned me, looking in my eyes as if examining my head to see if she could figure it out herself.
"What? I never said anything like that," I insisted. "Pansy, you're eyes are all red and puffy, have you been crying?"
"What? Me cry? No way, anyway it's none of your business," she said, getting all huffy and walking towards the portrait of Slytherin.
"Liar," I said under my breath. "That's right. Go perform some dark magic on Draco. Yes, let's go land ourselves in Azkaban because once I tell Dumbledore, that's where you'll be," I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" she said, turning around.
I froze. Had she heard me? Was I really that loud? "I didn't say anything," I lied.
"I heard you. You said something about Dumbledore."
"Oh yes, well I need to talk to him about my prefect duties," I said, but inside I was thanking God.
"Is that all?"
"What is this, 20 questions? Besides," I said, bringing myself up. "It's none of your business."
She growled, but turned all the same. "You better watch your back Granger," she threatened, and vanished.
I blinked my eyes a couple of times. Had I really just seen Pansy Parkinson disappear into thin air? 'I must be seeing things,' I convinced myself.
I went up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. "Horrible Slytherin git," I said to the Fat Lady. I smiled to myself. "I think I need to change that," I chuckled. 'Don't tell Harry or Ron,' Draco has said.
'But why not?' said one voice. 'You're all in this together,' it said.
'Draco said no. He must have his reasons,' said the other voice.
'You promised Harry and Ron that should you discover anything, you'd tell them,' voice one said.
'Draco said no. That's final,' said voice two, and those words were ringing in my head. "That's final," I repeated to myself. "That final," I said a little louder. "That's final!" I screamed, and it felt good to let all the pent-up anger inside of me out. "Final, final, final, FINAL!" I shouted, throwing up my arms gleefully, and dancing around the room. "I feel great! Why though?" I stopped dancing. "I should be in tears, I should be at Dumbledore's office!" I yelled at myself.
"So go there," a younger voice sounded.
"Woah," I spun around. I looked at the girl. It looked like she was a fourth or fifth year. She actually looked vaguely familiar. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Helen Cyropi," she answered. (A/N- Here you go Cyropi!)
"What year are you?" I asked.
"Fifth," she answered simply.
"Oh! You're Ginny's friend! Right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I remember you. You rarely hung around us, but you did sometimes," she said. There was a tone of sadness in her voice.
"Are you OK?" I asked her.
"No!" she announced, and broke down.
"Well what's wrong?" I asked.
"My boyfriend likes someone else. My aunt is really sick and is in the hospital. On top of that, I'm having a really hard time in Arithmacy," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry," I said. I truly did feel bad for her, she had it pretty bad right now. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked the crying girl.
"Actually," she looked up. "There is."
"What is it?"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, it will take time out of your schedule," she said.
"Just tell me what it is!" I giggled.
"Can you tutor me in Arithmacy?" she asked, expecting me to say no.
"Sure! It'll be fun!" I said.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes, no problem," I answered. It wouldn't take that long.
"Thank you so much! You've just made my day so much better!" she exclaimed, her face bright and happy.
"Glad I could help. By the way, why aren't you in class?" I asked.
"That question can go two ways!" she said. This girl was good.
"It could, but I asked you first," I told her.
"It's kind-of stupid," she said sheepishly.
"I bet it's not."
"OK. We have Divination right now. The girl my boyfriend likes is in that class," she said quietly. "It kills me to see him watching her all the time. I can't stand it, I get so jealous. She doesn't even realize it either."
"Dump the loser!" I urged.
"I would, but," she faltered.
"What?" I asked. What in the name of God could be stopping this girl from dumping her loser boyfriend?
"I love him. I love him more than anything in the world. I want to marry him. I'm just praying he'll grow out of this stage. I hope it's a quick phase," she said.
"Helen, you can't let him push you around and use you like that. He's overpowering you, and dwelling on your weakness of love. You need to get rid of him before he permanently ruins your life. Do you really want to marry a liar? Spend the rest of your life with him?" I surveyed.
"Yes! I do, I love him. I can't help it. I can't help it like you can't help loving Draco Malfoy even though he's a stupid git," she replied.
"How do you know?" I was speechless.
"Don't forget, I know what it's like to be in love. Especially when you don't want to be. You regret ever meeting them, dating, kissing, hugging, and loving them. Everyday and night you wonder what your life would be like if he had never entered it. You wonder if it would be for the better, or worse. Then you come up with the same answer. Worse. It's always worse because you know he's your soul mate. After all the horrible stuff he's done to you, you love him anyway. The earth splitting in two couldn't diminish your love, or even rift it. You know you two were made for each other. You want to be able to him for the rest of your life. You don't care who accepts him, and who doesn't. You look at him, and know he's the one. The one you could spend your whole life with, have kids with, introduce to your parents," she paused, looking into space.
"And the best feeling in the world is if he loves you back. If he feels what you feel. If he hurts like you hurt when you're apart. If he knows you were made for each other like you know it. He accepts you for who you are, and wouldn't change a thing. He loves you more than life itself. He wants to marry you, tie the knot, make a binding contract that links you to each other for your whole life," she finished, a dreamy look on her face.
"Wow. That was incredible," I told her.
"I've thought about it a lot," she said. "I wanted to be able to define love, and once I had, I knew I was in it. I'm in love, I don't just love him. I'm waist-deep in it, and it's going to go over my head soon. I can't stand it. The love I have for him is going to over whelm me someday if he doesn't return it," she said, the dreamy look completly gone from her face, and an expression of sadness took it's place.
"I haven't gone that deep into thought, but you're right. I'm in love. Head over heels in love. I do know Draco is the one for me. The one I could spend the rest of my life with. I just hope it actually comes to that," I shuddered.
"Comes to what?" Helen asked.
"Being able to spend the rest of my life with him. We are both sought out by evil people who are trying to kill us. It's horrible," I said.
"I bet," she said quietly. "How do you know Draco still loves you?"
"Hmm..." I pondered. I cast my mind around for lies, but I couldn't come up with one. "I just do, Helen. I just do."
"Oh. Lucky you. I don't even know what my boyfriend thinks anymore," she said.
"Who is it?" I asked her. I think she had forgot to tell me.
"Please don't laugh. When I tell you my boyfriend's name, you'll instantly know the girl he likes too," she said.
"Helen, I'm dating Draco Malfoy. What could be worse than that?" I laughed.
"Try Colin Creevy."
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A/N- I really liked this chapter! I thought it was pretty cool, but that's just my opinion. I want yours too! Please review! If you review mine, I'll review yours!
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