Disclaimer: Nargh...nothing and no one is mine....except the plot i guess...
Author's Notes: Sorry...i've been lazy...the story's been slooow...and this last chappy musta been REALLY confusing...hmmm...didn't think it was that confusing but mad people do have a tendency to disagree with sane people :) anyhoozles...i hope this somewhat clears it up.....if it doesn't...i'll...um....like write a summary of what happened or something...
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"So what exactly did happen? I did notice that the Gryffindors weren't looking especially peachy today." Hermione looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
"Since when did you start watching us?" asked Hermione, giving him a playful push. Draco only grinned and waited for Hermione's answer. Hermione sighed.
"I honestly don't know but somehow Ginny thought that Harry and I were going out or something and well...she was angry because she thought that I left Harry or something, I don't know. You know how much Ginny's liked Harry ever since she met him, right?"
"She did?" asked Draco, pretending to be surprised. When Hermione scowled, Draco kissed her cheek.
"Don't do that," he warned. "It can give you wrinkles."
"Don't be stupid," Hermione whispered, grinning.
"I won't if I can't help it." He kissed her ear softly as Hermione's mind raced happily.
"But what do I do?" asked Hermione, pulling away slightly. Draco shrugged, looking adorably indifferent.
"Who cares?" he said. "Ginny will get over it once she see's that you and Harry have nothing going on."
"You're so smart," said Hermione, kissing him with a smile.
"Of course I am," he said. "That's why I'm in so much demand."
"That and you're a great kisser."
"Of course." Hermione giggled and tilted her head up to get more of those great kisses.
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Ginny sat alone on a couch in the common room, scribbling fiercly into her diary. She was so into writing down her confrontation with Hermione that she didn't even notice that Harry had walked into the room, looking at her worriedly.
"Ginny?" he said, softly. Ginny jumped and squeaked when she saw none other than Harry standing before her. She shut her diary quickly and put it underneath the pillow that she was resting against.
"Harry? Are you looking for Ron because he's not here right now," Ginny said, bright red. Harry sat down on the couch next to Ginny.
"Actually," he continued in a quiet voice. "I wanted to talk to you." Ginny resisted another squeak and looked down, her fingers desperately pulling some threads apart from their weave on the golden blanket draped over the scarlet couch.
"About what," she finally said. Harry slid two cool fingers underneath Ginny's chin and gently tilted her face upwards to face his.
"What were you talking about back there, with Hermione?" asked Harry. Ginny swallowed, her mouth suddenly gone dry.
"Nothing," she whispered. She wished she was back in her room, in class, on a desert island with Neville, just anywhere but here.
"You must have meant something." When Ginny didn't answer, Harry sighed and pusehd his hair away from his face.
"Ginny," he said, seriously. "Hermione and I never had anything together besides friends I mean. Forget those rumors, they're lies, all of them."
"You treat her like she's a goddess," Ginny said into a pillow, voice muffled.
"She's an amazing person," said Harry. "We've been friends since the first year, you know that. But nothing more than friends." Ginny felt tears of shame slide from underneath her closed lashes.
"I just felt like maybe you guys did have something going on and she just dropped you like you were nothing. When you're everything any girl would ever want."
"I am?" asked Harry, wryly, with a crooked smile. Ginny nodded into her pillow. She swallowed hard again. This was going to be very hard to say. She lifted her face from the pillow. There were tear tracks shining on her cheeks.
"Well, you're everything this girl would ever want," she said sadly. Harry just looked at her, equally sad.
"But you're Ron's little sister, Ginny, he wouldn't be able to take it," he said. Ginny hung her head.
"I know."
"But we can still be friends, you know." Ginny wouldn't look up, she couldn't. Harry hesitated then put an arm around Ginny. She leaned in towards him and Harry held her as she sobbed into his sweater.
"Just let me help you," Harry whispered, stroking Ginny's hair.
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Hermione was walking alone down the hallway when she felt rough hands grab her by the shoulders and slam her into the stone wall. She choked slightly and coughed. She found herself facing Avery's ugly face.
"Hey pretty Gryffindor," he said. His face was so close Hermione could smell his breath...and it wasn't too great. Hermione struggled slightly.
"What's the matter?" Avery taunted. "Aren't you the Gryffindor who's been sleeping with a Slytherin?" Hermione blanched.
"No," she spat. Avery laughed cruelly.
"Wanna be?"
"No," she gasped. Avery frowned and twisted one of her wrists back and Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain. Instead she kicked out hard and hit Avery...in a very sensitive spot...
"You bitch!" Avery screamed and threw Hermione back. He reached down to grab her by the throat when Hermione grabbed his finger and dug her fingernail into the base of his thumb. He cried out and pulled his hand back. He doubled up his fists and caught Hermione in the stomach and she fell to the stone floor hard and lay there, trying to see if her ribs were broken or bruised.
"Avery," a cold voice rang. Avery was out of there in no time. He wasn't going to get caught again. He wasn't going to be held back another year. His footsteps faded as another one drew closer. Hermione blinked groggily but instead of fighting the pain, she let herself fall into blackness.
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Snape leaned down Hermione's still form and checked her pulse. Still beating, still alive. Snape breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure that Avery wouldn't have killed the girl but he could have by accident. And if she died then of course Draco would go mad... Snape saw that Hermione's breathing was ragged and she looked as though in pain, even in a faint. Snape gathered up Hermoine in his arms and headed towards the infirmary. After he dropped her off, he left, looking for Draco. Draco would want to hear of this. Then he'd be out of this whole mess, Snape thought. Then he wouldn't have to deal with any more of this complicated chaos that Hermione and Draco had spun for themselves. Or so he hoped so.
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*yay....sorry guys, i know it took a while to get a chappy up...and about Avery, if the years and stuff don't work out....remember, he got held back a lot, heehee.....that just makes my story a little easier :) thanks for reading and please R&R!
Author's Notes: Sorry...i've been lazy...the story's been slooow...and this last chappy musta been REALLY confusing...hmmm...didn't think it was that confusing but mad people do have a tendency to disagree with sane people :) anyhoozles...i hope this somewhat clears it up.....if it doesn't...i'll...um....like write a summary of what happened or something...
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"So what exactly did happen? I did notice that the Gryffindors weren't looking especially peachy today." Hermione looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
"Since when did you start watching us?" asked Hermione, giving him a playful push. Draco only grinned and waited for Hermione's answer. Hermione sighed.
"I honestly don't know but somehow Ginny thought that Harry and I were going out or something and well...she was angry because she thought that I left Harry or something, I don't know. You know how much Ginny's liked Harry ever since she met him, right?"
"She did?" asked Draco, pretending to be surprised. When Hermione scowled, Draco kissed her cheek.
"Don't do that," he warned. "It can give you wrinkles."
"Don't be stupid," Hermione whispered, grinning.
"I won't if I can't help it." He kissed her ear softly as Hermione's mind raced happily.
"But what do I do?" asked Hermione, pulling away slightly. Draco shrugged, looking adorably indifferent.
"Who cares?" he said. "Ginny will get over it once she see's that you and Harry have nothing going on."
"You're so smart," said Hermione, kissing him with a smile.
"Of course I am," he said. "That's why I'm in so much demand."
"That and you're a great kisser."
"Of course." Hermione giggled and tilted her head up to get more of those great kisses.
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Ginny sat alone on a couch in the common room, scribbling fiercly into her diary. She was so into writing down her confrontation with Hermione that she didn't even notice that Harry had walked into the room, looking at her worriedly.
"Ginny?" he said, softly. Ginny jumped and squeaked when she saw none other than Harry standing before her. She shut her diary quickly and put it underneath the pillow that she was resting against.
"Harry? Are you looking for Ron because he's not here right now," Ginny said, bright red. Harry sat down on the couch next to Ginny.
"Actually," he continued in a quiet voice. "I wanted to talk to you." Ginny resisted another squeak and looked down, her fingers desperately pulling some threads apart from their weave on the golden blanket draped over the scarlet couch.
"About what," she finally said. Harry slid two cool fingers underneath Ginny's chin and gently tilted her face upwards to face his.
"What were you talking about back there, with Hermione?" asked Harry. Ginny swallowed, her mouth suddenly gone dry.
"Nothing," she whispered. She wished she was back in her room, in class, on a desert island with Neville, just anywhere but here.
"You must have meant something." When Ginny didn't answer, Harry sighed and pusehd his hair away from his face.
"Ginny," he said, seriously. "Hermione and I never had anything together besides friends I mean. Forget those rumors, they're lies, all of them."
"You treat her like she's a goddess," Ginny said into a pillow, voice muffled.
"She's an amazing person," said Harry. "We've been friends since the first year, you know that. But nothing more than friends." Ginny felt tears of shame slide from underneath her closed lashes.
"I just felt like maybe you guys did have something going on and she just dropped you like you were nothing. When you're everything any girl would ever want."
"I am?" asked Harry, wryly, with a crooked smile. Ginny nodded into her pillow. She swallowed hard again. This was going to be very hard to say. She lifted her face from the pillow. There were tear tracks shining on her cheeks.
"Well, you're everything this girl would ever want," she said sadly. Harry just looked at her, equally sad.
"But you're Ron's little sister, Ginny, he wouldn't be able to take it," he said. Ginny hung her head.
"I know."
"But we can still be friends, you know." Ginny wouldn't look up, she couldn't. Harry hesitated then put an arm around Ginny. She leaned in towards him and Harry held her as she sobbed into his sweater.
"Just let me help you," Harry whispered, stroking Ginny's hair.
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Hermione was walking alone down the hallway when she felt rough hands grab her by the shoulders and slam her into the stone wall. She choked slightly and coughed. She found herself facing Avery's ugly face.
"Hey pretty Gryffindor," he said. His face was so close Hermione could smell his breath...and it wasn't too great. Hermione struggled slightly.
"What's the matter?" Avery taunted. "Aren't you the Gryffindor who's been sleeping with a Slytherin?" Hermione blanched.
"No," she spat. Avery laughed cruelly.
"Wanna be?"
"No," she gasped. Avery frowned and twisted one of her wrists back and Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in pain. Instead she kicked out hard and hit Avery...in a very sensitive spot...
"You bitch!" Avery screamed and threw Hermione back. He reached down to grab her by the throat when Hermione grabbed his finger and dug her fingernail into the base of his thumb. He cried out and pulled his hand back. He doubled up his fists and caught Hermione in the stomach and she fell to the stone floor hard and lay there, trying to see if her ribs were broken or bruised.
"Avery," a cold voice rang. Avery was out of there in no time. He wasn't going to get caught again. He wasn't going to be held back another year. His footsteps faded as another one drew closer. Hermione blinked groggily but instead of fighting the pain, she let herself fall into blackness.
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Snape leaned down Hermione's still form and checked her pulse. Still beating, still alive. Snape breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure that Avery wouldn't have killed the girl but he could have by accident. And if she died then of course Draco would go mad... Snape saw that Hermione's breathing was ragged and she looked as though in pain, even in a faint. Snape gathered up Hermoine in his arms and headed towards the infirmary. After he dropped her off, he left, looking for Draco. Draco would want to hear of this. Then he'd be out of this whole mess, Snape thought. Then he wouldn't have to deal with any more of this complicated chaos that Hermione and Draco had spun for themselves. Or so he hoped so.
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*yay....sorry guys, i know it took a while to get a chappy up...and about Avery, if the years and stuff don't work out....remember, he got held back a lot, heehee.....that just makes my story a little easier :) thanks for reading and please R&R!