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Xelith-My first reviewer! Thank you so much for reviewing me. Thanks for the constructive criticism. I'll keep that in mind for future chapters. (
Ashley*-Hey Ashley, tee hee hee. Thank you oh so much for reviewing me. I like nice reviews.
Sinny-lol, why thank you very much.
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Raven Black-Wowza, that's a great compliment coming from you, the almighty queen of fanfics and RPG, lol. Thank you for the criticism as well. I will keep that in mind. By the way, lol, Ron was asleep.I don't think he would be too happy with Ginny and Harry.but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.::grins mischievously::
Sex & Diamonds-hehehe.your review made me giggle. Hehehe. Its not naughty per se.ok, maybe a little. But nothing extreme. Thank you for the good review.
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OK.ok.I'll start Chapter 2 now.Remember to review please. As usual, flames will be used to warm up my hands, because, darn it, they're cold!
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Chapter 2
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling ill. She stared at the ceiling above her bed and sighed. Memories of the night before came flooding back into her mind. She remembered how she completely humiliated herself in front of Harry. How she had run out of the common room as fast as she could.
How could I have been so stupid? She asked herself. Figures. The first time I really fall for a guy, he's with someone else. Of course, he also just has to be my best friend, and it is my sworn duty to pretend I'm happy for him-Hermione cringed at that last thought-but I'm not happy for him. He isn't supposed to be with her. . .he's supposed to be with me.
The door to her room suddenly flung open. Ron came waltzing in with one hand over his eyes and the other searching in front of him so he wouldn't fall into anything. Hermione laughed in spite of herself.
"Ron," she called to him, "you can look, its ok. I'm the only one in here, and trust me, I am decent." Ron removed his hand from his eyes.
"Hey Mione! Whatcha doing up here all by yourself?" he asked her with a goofy grin.
Hermione smiled. Ron could always cheer her up. "Nothing. Just thinking," she answered.
Ron smirked, "Should have known," he teased.
Hermione looked at him crossly and joked, "Oh yeah?"
He nodded enthusiastically. Hermione grabbed the pillow from behind her and hit him with it.
"Hey, what was that for?"
Hermione just giggled. Ron lunged at her, "I'll show you to hit Ron Weasley with a pillow!" he told her as he began tickling her.
Laughing so hard that tears came, she finally forfeited, "Ok, ok, you win," she raised her hand in the air, "I solemnly swear that I will never ever hit Ron Weasley with a pillow again," she told him in between giggles.
Ron grinned, "That's better. I'm glad that I finally taught you something for once."
"Ha Ha," Hermione retorted dryly.
Ron walked to the door, "Hurry up and get ready. We're going to Hogsmeade today, remember?" Hermione nodded and Ron closed the door.
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Hermione approached the common room apprehensively. She really did not want to run into Harry at that moment. She surveyed the room and took note in the fact that Harry wasn't there. In fact, no one was there. Breakfast!
She suddenly remembered. Quickly, she ran out of the room and through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
She felt her stomach growl in hunger as she made her way down a flight of steps. Almost there, she told herself. As she rounded the corner right before the Great Hall, rather briskly, mind you, she slammed straight into the person she least wanted to see at that moment.
"Harry!" She yelped in shock.
"Er. Hey, Hermione," he replied quickly.
"Hey," she repeated.
Harry looked at her with mild confusion. Hermione looked up into his eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She felt her heart flutter as she watched him.
He suddenly spoke, "Hermione? You, um, you er, don't have any feelings for me, do you?"
She felt her cheeks flush. Oh great, now I've turned into Ginny. Always blushing at the sight of Harry.
At the thought of Ginny, Hermione's face darkened. She hated to admit it, but she was jealous of the girl. She wondered what it must have been like to kiss Harry the way she assumed the two had been kissing the night before. She inwardly seethed.
"Um, earth to Hermione!" Harry was waving his hand in front of her face.
"What?!" She snapped.
"You didn't answer my question," he replied.
Hermione crossed her arms, "what's it to you?" she spat. "Nothing. I would just like to know. I mean, with the way you were acting last night. . .well, I don't know, it just seemed like it a little, ok?"
Hermione looked into his eyes, managing to remain calm. "No. Of course not. Why on earth would I like you, Harry? You're my best friend. Something like that could ruin our friendship. I'm not stupid, you know." Yeah you are, a little voice in her head told her.
Harry shook his head. "You're an awful liar, Hermione," he told her.
She gasped and pointed her head down, "What did you just say?"
Harry, realizing what he had said, took a couple of steps back. For the second time in twenty-four hours, the tears came. Harry was taken aback slightly at the sight of her crying; crying over him, no less.
When Hermione finally pulled her head back up, she whispered in a menacing tone, "Get out of my face, Harry Potter. Don't talk to me again. Ever. Just leave,"
Harry didn't budge.
"NOW!!!" She screamed at him.
Harry shook his head and walked back into the Great Hall. Hermione turned to the stone wall behind her and put her forehead against it. She was trying hard to control her breathing at that point. Furious, she slammed her fist into the wall as hard as she could.
Dammit, she thought as she looked at her hand that was steadily turning an odd green hue and radiating a pain so tremendous that she almost lost her breath again.
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Draco was walking down the corridor in front of the Great Hall when he heard someone running behind him. He turned around and saw Hermione running at full speed clutching her stomach and not paying any attention to where she was going. He hid himself in a dark corner as she flew by him.
Amused by the sight, he decided to watch. He noticed Harry coming from the other direction, and snickered when he saw the two collide. Not wanting to miss out on whatever was about to happen, he stayed put.
The two began talking, he noticed, but he wasn't close enough to them to hear what they were saying. Hermione's head was down and she was talking so low, Draco wondered if even Harry could hear her. Harry replied to whatever she had just told him.
Immediately Draco knew that something wasn't right with the picture. He saw Hermione's shoulders fall at Harry's response. She also put her head back down, Draco noted. He started to realize that she had her head down a lot lately.
What in the hell is going on between Mudblood Granger and Scarface? He wondered.
He suddenly heard Hermione's voice loud and clear. She had screamed at Harry and tears were streaming down her face.
He watched as Harry just backed away from her and walked into the Great Hall. Draco felt a twinge of sympathy for the girl. What in the fuck? He slapped himself inwardly.
He was still watching her, though. He saw her lean against the wall and suddenly punched it. She had hit it so hard, even Draco's hand was hurting.
Feeling the sudden need to be superior, he stepped out of the shadows. "What's the matter, mudblood? Did the Pot-head turn you down?" She glared at him.
He smirked, "Oh, If looks could kill," he teased.
Hermione continued to shoot daggers as she icily told him, "If looks could kill, you would have been dead the first day of our first year."
Draco's smirk didn't falter. "For once, I agree with you, mudblood. But I take pride in those looks. It lets me know how much others fear me."
Hermione scoffed, "they don't fear you, Mal-ferret, they fear your bloody father and your name. Of course, you will probably be feared some day, as well. You are turning out to be quite the daddy's boy, aren't you?"
Draco seethed, "And what do you mean by that exactly?"
It was Hermione's turn to smirk, "It means, Malfoy, that you are just another evil, brain-washed idiot destined to be a cowardly traitor just like your father."
Draco seized her by the throat at her comment. Her eyes went wide with fear. He bent his mouth down to her ear and whispered, "Don't you ever compare me to my father again, mudblood, or I'll make you wish you had never been given a letter telling you that you were a witch."
As he spoke his last comment, he removed his hand from her throat. Hermione glared at him.
"Too late," was all she said.
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A/N: yay, done with chapter 2. I'm sorry if it's a little weird. It's 3:00 in the morning, so I'm a little sleepy. Yawn.well, please tell me how it is. Nighty nighterkins!
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Thank you's:
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Xelith-My first reviewer! Thank you so much for reviewing me. Thanks for the constructive criticism. I'll keep that in mind for future chapters. (
Ashley*-Hey Ashley, tee hee hee. Thank you oh so much for reviewing me. I like nice reviews.
Sinny-lol, why thank you very much.
Joanna-THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I'm going to have to come check out your account some time. I'll try to tomorrow, hehe.
Raven Black-Wowza, that's a great compliment coming from you, the almighty queen of fanfics and RPG, lol. Thank you for the criticism as well. I will keep that in mind. By the way, lol, Ron was asleep.I don't think he would be too happy with Ginny and Harry.but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.::grins mischievously::
Sex & Diamonds-hehehe.your review made me giggle. Hehehe. Its not naughty per se.ok, maybe a little. But nothing extreme. Thank you for the good review.
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OK.ok.I'll start Chapter 2 now.Remember to review please. As usual, flames will be used to warm up my hands, because, darn it, they're cold!
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Chapter 2
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling ill. She stared at the ceiling above her bed and sighed. Memories of the night before came flooding back into her mind. She remembered how she completely humiliated herself in front of Harry. How she had run out of the common room as fast as she could.
How could I have been so stupid? She asked herself. Figures. The first time I really fall for a guy, he's with someone else. Of course, he also just has to be my best friend, and it is my sworn duty to pretend I'm happy for him-Hermione cringed at that last thought-but I'm not happy for him. He isn't supposed to be with her. . .he's supposed to be with me.
The door to her room suddenly flung open. Ron came waltzing in with one hand over his eyes and the other searching in front of him so he wouldn't fall into anything. Hermione laughed in spite of herself.
"Ron," she called to him, "you can look, its ok. I'm the only one in here, and trust me, I am decent." Ron removed his hand from his eyes.
"Hey Mione! Whatcha doing up here all by yourself?" he asked her with a goofy grin.
Hermione smiled. Ron could always cheer her up. "Nothing. Just thinking," she answered.
Ron smirked, "Should have known," he teased.
Hermione looked at him crossly and joked, "Oh yeah?"
He nodded enthusiastically. Hermione grabbed the pillow from behind her and hit him with it.
"Hey, what was that for?"
Hermione just giggled. Ron lunged at her, "I'll show you to hit Ron Weasley with a pillow!" he told her as he began tickling her.
Laughing so hard that tears came, she finally forfeited, "Ok, ok, you win," she raised her hand in the air, "I solemnly swear that I will never ever hit Ron Weasley with a pillow again," she told him in between giggles.
Ron grinned, "That's better. I'm glad that I finally taught you something for once."
"Ha Ha," Hermione retorted dryly.
Ron walked to the door, "Hurry up and get ready. We're going to Hogsmeade today, remember?" Hermione nodded and Ron closed the door.
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Hermione approached the common room apprehensively. She really did not want to run into Harry at that moment. She surveyed the room and took note in the fact that Harry wasn't there. In fact, no one was there. Breakfast!
She suddenly remembered. Quickly, she ran out of the room and through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
She felt her stomach growl in hunger as she made her way down a flight of steps. Almost there, she told herself. As she rounded the corner right before the Great Hall, rather briskly, mind you, she slammed straight into the person she least wanted to see at that moment.
"Harry!" She yelped in shock.
"Er. Hey, Hermione," he replied quickly.
"Hey," she repeated.
Harry looked at her with mild confusion. Hermione looked up into his eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She felt her heart flutter as she watched him.
He suddenly spoke, "Hermione? You, um, you er, don't have any feelings for me, do you?"
She felt her cheeks flush. Oh great, now I've turned into Ginny. Always blushing at the sight of Harry.
At the thought of Ginny, Hermione's face darkened. She hated to admit it, but she was jealous of the girl. She wondered what it must have been like to kiss Harry the way she assumed the two had been kissing the night before. She inwardly seethed.
"Um, earth to Hermione!" Harry was waving his hand in front of her face.
"What?!" She snapped.
"You didn't answer my question," he replied.
Hermione crossed her arms, "what's it to you?" she spat. "Nothing. I would just like to know. I mean, with the way you were acting last night. . .well, I don't know, it just seemed like it a little, ok?"
Hermione looked into his eyes, managing to remain calm. "No. Of course not. Why on earth would I like you, Harry? You're my best friend. Something like that could ruin our friendship. I'm not stupid, you know." Yeah you are, a little voice in her head told her.
Harry shook his head. "You're an awful liar, Hermione," he told her.
She gasped and pointed her head down, "What did you just say?"
Harry, realizing what he had said, took a couple of steps back. For the second time in twenty-four hours, the tears came. Harry was taken aback slightly at the sight of her crying; crying over him, no less.
When Hermione finally pulled her head back up, she whispered in a menacing tone, "Get out of my face, Harry Potter. Don't talk to me again. Ever. Just leave,"
Harry didn't budge.
"NOW!!!" She screamed at him.
Harry shook his head and walked back into the Great Hall. Hermione turned to the stone wall behind her and put her forehead against it. She was trying hard to control her breathing at that point. Furious, she slammed her fist into the wall as hard as she could.
Dammit, she thought as she looked at her hand that was steadily turning an odd green hue and radiating a pain so tremendous that she almost lost her breath again.
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Draco was walking down the corridor in front of the Great Hall when he heard someone running behind him. He turned around and saw Hermione running at full speed clutching her stomach and not paying any attention to where she was going. He hid himself in a dark corner as she flew by him.
Amused by the sight, he decided to watch. He noticed Harry coming from the other direction, and snickered when he saw the two collide. Not wanting to miss out on whatever was about to happen, he stayed put.
The two began talking, he noticed, but he wasn't close enough to them to hear what they were saying. Hermione's head was down and she was talking so low, Draco wondered if even Harry could hear her. Harry replied to whatever she had just told him.
Immediately Draco knew that something wasn't right with the picture. He saw Hermione's shoulders fall at Harry's response. She also put her head back down, Draco noted. He started to realize that she had her head down a lot lately.
What in the hell is going on between Mudblood Granger and Scarface? He wondered.
He suddenly heard Hermione's voice loud and clear. She had screamed at Harry and tears were streaming down her face.
He watched as Harry just backed away from her and walked into the Great Hall. Draco felt a twinge of sympathy for the girl. What in the fuck? He slapped himself inwardly.
He was still watching her, though. He saw her lean against the wall and suddenly punched it. She had hit it so hard, even Draco's hand was hurting.
Feeling the sudden need to be superior, he stepped out of the shadows. "What's the matter, mudblood? Did the Pot-head turn you down?" She glared at him.
He smirked, "Oh, If looks could kill," he teased.
Hermione continued to shoot daggers as she icily told him, "If looks could kill, you would have been dead the first day of our first year."
Draco's smirk didn't falter. "For once, I agree with you, mudblood. But I take pride in those looks. It lets me know how much others fear me."
Hermione scoffed, "they don't fear you, Mal-ferret, they fear your bloody father and your name. Of course, you will probably be feared some day, as well. You are turning out to be quite the daddy's boy, aren't you?"
Draco seethed, "And what do you mean by that exactly?"
It was Hermione's turn to smirk, "It means, Malfoy, that you are just another evil, brain-washed idiot destined to be a cowardly traitor just like your father."
Draco seized her by the throat at her comment. Her eyes went wide with fear. He bent his mouth down to her ear and whispered, "Don't you ever compare me to my father again, mudblood, or I'll make you wish you had never been given a letter telling you that you were a witch."
As he spoke his last comment, he removed his hand from her throat. Hermione glared at him.
"Too late," was all she said.
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A/N: yay, done with chapter 2. I'm sorry if it's a little weird. It's 3:00 in the morning, so I'm a little sleepy. Yawn.well, please tell me how it is. Nighty nighterkins!