Disclaimer: This story is mine…so is Stanton…The rest of the characters are J.K. Rowling's and…well…yeah…
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"I would want to kill…Ron." Stanton finished.
Hermione gasped and shook her head slowly as she backed up.
"Let me explain. I would want to kill him because he's so close to you. Everyone knows that he likes you. I'm just afraid that since you're friends and all that you'd go for him instead of me. I know it's selfish and all, but…I love you Hermione."
Hermione ran from the Hospital Wing and she tore past Draco on her way to the Gryffindor Common Room. She muttered the password to the Fat Pink Lady in between breaths.
"What's wrong Ms. Granger?" The Pink Lady asked.
"I…never mind…"
The door opened and Hermione stepped into the Common Room. Thoughts swirled around in her head. She screamed as someone laid their hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Hermione turned around. She saw Ron.
'Oh great. I have to talk to Ron. I don't want him to know that people are out to get him. Kill him.'
Hermione shuddered, "I'm fine."
Ron scoffed, "You're not fine! You just screamed…what's wrong?"
Hermione glared at him. Each word was emphasized, "I…. Am…. Fine."
Ron took the hint and walked back to Harry. Ron shook his head and began to talk to him.
Hermione sighed and stepped back into the hall. Now that she had regained her calm appearance, she decided to go down to the Great Hall for lunch. Just then, Ron and Harry ran out the portrait speeding towards the Great Hall. Obviously racing. Hermione followed them slowly. When she reached the Great Hall, she could feel eyes on her. Specifically four pairs of eyes. She sat down next to Harry, who smiled at her.
"Hello Hermione. How are you?" He asked.
"I thought you were mad at me…" Hermione glared.
"Come on…I'm really sorry Hermione…it's just that…I didn't expect you to go over and sit and talk with Malfoy…I really do care about you…Ron does too."
Hermione nodded, "I'm fine. How are you?"
He rolled his eyes, "I meant…what's wrong? Everyone can tell. I mean, did something happen with Malfoy and that other dumb kid? We're really worried…"
Hermione faked a smile, "I'm fine…No, nothing happened…. Wouldn't I tell you if something did? Besides, the only thing that "happened" is Malfoy turned mean and rude again. He called me a mudblood…He's only called me that one other time…you know, when I slapped him in third year…"
Harry nodded, "I don't get him. Do you think he was only being nice because he wanted to get to me? I mean, otherwise, knowing the real Malfoy, he wouldn't have let you sit near him that first day."
"You're right." Hermione sighed, "How could I have been so stupid? Malfoy doesn't like me…Well, he may LIKE me, but he's sure not showing it…Look Harry, I'm sorry I even considered being with him instead of you and Ron…really, I am."
Ron shook his head, "It's OK Hermione. Just…talk to us next time…we might be able to come up with a solution before you do something drastic. Like sitting with Malfoy again."
All three of them laughed at this.
*Meanwhile*
Draco glared at the three of them laughing.
'Hermione is going to get what's coming to her. I swear, she should know that I love her. I've told her that countless times…'
With that thought still in his mind, he stood up. He walked briskly out of the Great Hall. Then, looking around, he ran up to the Hospital Wing. He had something to ask someone.
*Back to Hermione, Ron, and Harry*
Hermione, Ron, and Harry began to walk up to the Gryffindor Common Room. Someone had grabbed Ron's arm though.
"Ron, I need to talk to you."
Hermione looked up quickly. She knew that voice…
"Why?" Ron brushed the boy's hand off of his shoulder.
"Because I said so." He drawled.
Ron sighed, "Whatever. Make it quick Slytherin."
Harry looked up now. He knew who it was, but what would they want with Ron?
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Hi…. I guess I decided to keep on writing more…See, another reason I haven't been writing is because I really didn't think anyone really read my stories. Look at the "fruit" of my "labors." I only have 9 reviews…I'm sorta' discouraged…
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"I would want to kill…Ron." Stanton finished.
Hermione gasped and shook her head slowly as she backed up.
"Let me explain. I would want to kill him because he's so close to you. Everyone knows that he likes you. I'm just afraid that since you're friends and all that you'd go for him instead of me. I know it's selfish and all, but…I love you Hermione."
Hermione ran from the Hospital Wing and she tore past Draco on her way to the Gryffindor Common Room. She muttered the password to the Fat Pink Lady in between breaths.
"What's wrong Ms. Granger?" The Pink Lady asked.
"I…never mind…"
The door opened and Hermione stepped into the Common Room. Thoughts swirled around in her head. She screamed as someone laid their hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" Hermione turned around. She saw Ron.
'Oh great. I have to talk to Ron. I don't want him to know that people are out to get him. Kill him.'
Hermione shuddered, "I'm fine."
Ron scoffed, "You're not fine! You just screamed…what's wrong?"
Hermione glared at him. Each word was emphasized, "I…. Am…. Fine."
Ron took the hint and walked back to Harry. Ron shook his head and began to talk to him.
Hermione sighed and stepped back into the hall. Now that she had regained her calm appearance, she decided to go down to the Great Hall for lunch. Just then, Ron and Harry ran out the portrait speeding towards the Great Hall. Obviously racing. Hermione followed them slowly. When she reached the Great Hall, she could feel eyes on her. Specifically four pairs of eyes. She sat down next to Harry, who smiled at her.
"Hello Hermione. How are you?" He asked.
"I thought you were mad at me…" Hermione glared.
"Come on…I'm really sorry Hermione…it's just that…I didn't expect you to go over and sit and talk with Malfoy…I really do care about you…Ron does too."
Hermione nodded, "I'm fine. How are you?"
He rolled his eyes, "I meant…what's wrong? Everyone can tell. I mean, did something happen with Malfoy and that other dumb kid? We're really worried…"
Hermione faked a smile, "I'm fine…No, nothing happened…. Wouldn't I tell you if something did? Besides, the only thing that "happened" is Malfoy turned mean and rude again. He called me a mudblood…He's only called me that one other time…you know, when I slapped him in third year…"
Harry nodded, "I don't get him. Do you think he was only being nice because he wanted to get to me? I mean, otherwise, knowing the real Malfoy, he wouldn't have let you sit near him that first day."
"You're right." Hermione sighed, "How could I have been so stupid? Malfoy doesn't like me…Well, he may LIKE me, but he's sure not showing it…Look Harry, I'm sorry I even considered being with him instead of you and Ron…really, I am."
Ron shook his head, "It's OK Hermione. Just…talk to us next time…we might be able to come up with a solution before you do something drastic. Like sitting with Malfoy again."
All three of them laughed at this.
*Meanwhile*
Draco glared at the three of them laughing.
'Hermione is going to get what's coming to her. I swear, she should know that I love her. I've told her that countless times…'
With that thought still in his mind, he stood up. He walked briskly out of the Great Hall. Then, looking around, he ran up to the Hospital Wing. He had something to ask someone.
*Back to Hermione, Ron, and Harry*
Hermione, Ron, and Harry began to walk up to the Gryffindor Common Room. Someone had grabbed Ron's arm though.
"Ron, I need to talk to you."
Hermione looked up quickly. She knew that voice…
"Why?" Ron brushed the boy's hand off of his shoulder.
"Because I said so." He drawled.
Ron sighed, "Whatever. Make it quick Slytherin."
Harry looked up now. He knew who it was, but what would they want with Ron?
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Hi…. I guess I decided to keep on writing more…See, another reason I haven't been writing is because I really didn't think anyone really read my stories. Look at the "fruit" of my "labors." I only have 9 reviews…I'm sorta' discouraged…