A/N I think you guys will like this chapter.
Oh and I know some characters are ooc, sorry. And there is a part in here
that suggests a little of stuff I do not usually write about, but, she
loves him, she, loves Harry.
Whodunit? Chapter 3
Hermione sat lounging in a chair on the deck. The sun was shining and it was truly beautiful day. She was looking out at the sea when Harry came and sat in a neighboring chair. " We have to do something," he said looking grim " What do you mean?" she asked, a little confused.
" I have to be with you," he turned to her and was a little startled to find a tear in his eyes. She sat up and grabbed his hand. " And I want to be with you, but we will never be completely rid of Ron unless we kill him," Hermione said the last part in a sort of sarcastic tone. She smiled, but Harry did not. She stopped smiling. " Harry you don't want to-" " Hermione, I love you and I will do anything for you, anything. Even if it means to kill him," Harry said looking very sad right now. " I can not ask you to kill your best friend!" she said a little outraged. " He is not best friend!" Harry insisted, " Not anymore!" Hermione shook her head and put it in her hands. She lifted it after a moment, " You would kill him because you love me?" she asked. " Don't you love me?" he questioned, knowing the answer. " More than anything!" she stressed and kissed his hands tenderly. " Good, we'll do it tonight," and with that he got up and walked briskly away. Draco came along a little later when Hermione was still contemplating what was happening: She was going to kill her husband to be with her lover.
He laughed and then said, " You love him don't you?" he looked out at the sea and has a sly grin on his face. " Of course he is my husband!" she said looking at him fiercely. Draco laughed a merciless laugh, " Potter? I doubt it." This is not what she had expected she glanced at him and then at the ground. " Harry? But he-" " Save it. I am not as stupid as your husband. He's your lover, I've seen you two. You smile when you are with him-" he paused and he looked at his eyes and could not read any emotion. " When you are with Ron it is like you are there because you have to be. Like a soul trapped within the walls of a demon's touch. Like a bird with no wings, like a woman in love with her best friend," he finished. She had chills running up and down her spine and she could feel how hard it was for her to breathe. Draco laughed again, "Don't worry granger, I hate him too. I am only here because it is good for business." Hermione broke down in front of Draco Malfoy. " When he touches me I flinch, when he kisses me I feel sick," she sobbed and barely got through the last part. " When he holds me I have to pretend its Harry! It is not right and yet I carry on I deceive him, I hate and despise him yet we are bound! He thinks I love him; I masquerade around as if we have the happiest marriage and yet in my dreams I think thoughts of him dying and being with Harry! When Harry touches me my soul burns and I desire for more! When Harry kisses me I return the kiss! And when Harry holds me I do not pretend! I do not cry silently when I lay with him! I do not throw up when he tells me he loves me!" Hermione screamed and Draco sat there, amused. Her hair was messed up and her eyes tear-stained. Her eyes were red and puffy. She fell to the floor, her legs not being able to carry her anymore. She then realized what she had done, she had told Draco everything. " I won' tell,, don't worry. In fact it is amusing this little charade. You hate your husband and your lover is his best friend." Draco laughed a small laugh one more time as he walked off down the deck. As the sun sat Hermione was on the floor. She looked up and thought this was the last sunset she would see when she was bound to Ron. Tonight, Ron would die.
A/N OMG! That is my favorite chapter of any story I have ever read!
Whodunit? Chapter 3
Hermione sat lounging in a chair on the deck. The sun was shining and it was truly beautiful day. She was looking out at the sea when Harry came and sat in a neighboring chair. " We have to do something," he said looking grim " What do you mean?" she asked, a little confused.
" I have to be with you," he turned to her and was a little startled to find a tear in his eyes. She sat up and grabbed his hand. " And I want to be with you, but we will never be completely rid of Ron unless we kill him," Hermione said the last part in a sort of sarcastic tone. She smiled, but Harry did not. She stopped smiling. " Harry you don't want to-" " Hermione, I love you and I will do anything for you, anything. Even if it means to kill him," Harry said looking very sad right now. " I can not ask you to kill your best friend!" she said a little outraged. " He is not best friend!" Harry insisted, " Not anymore!" Hermione shook her head and put it in her hands. She lifted it after a moment, " You would kill him because you love me?" she asked. " Don't you love me?" he questioned, knowing the answer. " More than anything!" she stressed and kissed his hands tenderly. " Good, we'll do it tonight," and with that he got up and walked briskly away. Draco came along a little later when Hermione was still contemplating what was happening: She was going to kill her husband to be with her lover.
He laughed and then said, " You love him don't you?" he looked out at the sea and has a sly grin on his face. " Of course he is my husband!" she said looking at him fiercely. Draco laughed a merciless laugh, " Potter? I doubt it." This is not what she had expected she glanced at him and then at the ground. " Harry? But he-" " Save it. I am not as stupid as your husband. He's your lover, I've seen you two. You smile when you are with him-" he paused and he looked at his eyes and could not read any emotion. " When you are with Ron it is like you are there because you have to be. Like a soul trapped within the walls of a demon's touch. Like a bird with no wings, like a woman in love with her best friend," he finished. She had chills running up and down her spine and she could feel how hard it was for her to breathe. Draco laughed again, "Don't worry granger, I hate him too. I am only here because it is good for business." Hermione broke down in front of Draco Malfoy. " When he touches me I flinch, when he kisses me I feel sick," she sobbed and barely got through the last part. " When he holds me I have to pretend its Harry! It is not right and yet I carry on I deceive him, I hate and despise him yet we are bound! He thinks I love him; I masquerade around as if we have the happiest marriage and yet in my dreams I think thoughts of him dying and being with Harry! When Harry touches me my soul burns and I desire for more! When Harry kisses me I return the kiss! And when Harry holds me I do not pretend! I do not cry silently when I lay with him! I do not throw up when he tells me he loves me!" Hermione screamed and Draco sat there, amused. Her hair was messed up and her eyes tear-stained. Her eyes were red and puffy. She fell to the floor, her legs not being able to carry her anymore. She then realized what she had done, she had told Draco everything. " I won' tell,, don't worry. In fact it is amusing this little charade. You hate your husband and your lover is his best friend." Draco laughed a small laugh one more time as he walked off down the deck. As the sun sat Hermione was on the floor. She looked up and thought this was the last sunset she would see when she was bound to Ron. Tonight, Ron would die.
A/N OMG! That is my favorite chapter of any story I have ever read!