Disclaimer: How many times must we go through this? I'm not jk rowling.
If you think I am.wow.that's all I gotta say.
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Thank you's:
Only 3? Oh well, at least I know a couple of people like my story.
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Raven Black: thank you Rav. I'm not gonna call you Saffron, I'm gonna call you Rav. Hehehe.
Amanda: WELL, :0P on you!! Lol, just kidding Manaize. Thank you for the constructive criticism and the lecture on inanimate objects.
Zaccyzac: haha, how I wuv you. Lol. Nope, no soda's for you. And yes, you do rule, lol. And Im happy you WUV my story. Wuv ya.
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A/N: I was recently told by someone, ::cough::cough::Amanda::cough::cough::, that Hermione was a little bit OOC. There is a purpose to this. Believe me. I push her between in and out of character for a reason. You'll find out this reason soon enough. Just not today.
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Chapter 4
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Hermione gathered her books together and left the library, wondering why Draco Malfoy had been looking at her the way he had been. I really can't stand that git she thought to herself. Keeping her head down, she made her way back down to Gryffindor tower. She felt herself run into someone, muttered a quick, "sorry," and went on her way.
Why do I let him get to me?she wondered. He isn't anything but a selfish, whiny, slimy git who serves a better function as a ferret than a human She surprised herself with her thoughts. Before she realized it, she was in front of the portrait of the fat lady.
"Monkey bars," she muttered to the painting. She noticed the Fat Lady gave her a sort of pitying look before the painting swung open. There was Ginny. And Harry. They were sitting on the couch snogging. Well, maybe sitting isn't the right word for it. More like, Ginny was leaning into Harry so much that she was practically lying on top of him. Hermione cleared her throat. They still didn't notice her. She walked up right behind them and cleared her throat as loudly as she could. Ginny's lips broke away from Harry's. Harry looked up to see an angry Hermione.
"Five points from Gryffindor," she muttered to the two of them. Harry looked at her in shock.
"Hey, you can't do that. You're a Gryffindor!" He retorted.
Hermione glared at him, "Harry, its my duty as a prefect to control the behaviors of students at this school, and from what I just walked in on, I believe I did the right thing. Besides, it's only five points, don't go haywire or anything."
Harry glared up at her, shaking his head in fury, "No, Hermione, you're just upset with me, and that's why you took away points."
Hermione scoffed, "You honestly think that I would take points away from someone because I'm angry with them? I'm a prefect, Harry. I'm supposed to take away points when someone disregards the rules."
With that, she turned on her heel and left for the prefect's bedroom. She didn't go in there much, for it got dreadfully lonely. She mainly slept upstairs with the other 6th years. Only one other person knew where the prefect's bedroom was, and that was Ron.
He's basically the only friend I've got, nowadays she thought to herself. Falling back on her bed, she began thinking about HIM. (A/N: Draco is HIM) He's so infuriating! She stared up at the ceiling and began counting the cracks that were in it. Getting bored with that quickly, she flipped onto her stomach and retrieved her diary from her book bag.
She wanted to write. She wanted to unleash all her pain and anger. As she dipped her quill into the ink, she pondered for a second before beginning.
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Diary,
Sometimes, I just want to kill that Draco Malfoy. He berates me with belligerent and cruel names, teases me ruthlessly, yet I still do nothing about it. I'm afraid that if I said anything to him he would do something to me. Yesterday when he pinned me to the wall, he really did scare me. He had an anger in his eyes that I've only seen one other place before. I've always tried to read his eyes, but he hides his emotions so well, although yesterday, I really caught a glimpse of him. The anger he showed when I compared him to his father was surreal. I had expected him to come up with some annoying comeback like he always did, but instead, he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall. He hurt me. . .and frightened and angered me so much. . .
I could say the same thing for Harry. He hasn't frightened me, but he has angered me. To think, I actually thought I knew the bastard inside and out. Then he accused me of being a liar. He made me so utterly mad yesterday that I hit the wall. Hermione Granger does not hit walls. I don't know what I was thinking, screaming and yelling at him like I had, then going and punching the wall. Actually, I do know what I was thinking, but now, it seems all so illogical. I ended up staying in the infirmary instead of going into Hogsmeade. Ron offered to keep me company, but I told him to just go. Ron's a great guy. I'm glad he's my friend. He's really the only one I've got. Well, right now, at least. I don't know what is going on with me right now. It scares me. -Hermione"
Hermione looked at what she had written. I sound so. . .whiny. she concluded to herself. A little irritated with herself, she threw her diary into the corner and left it there. She fell back on her bed again and sighed. Memories seeped into her mind, and slowly tears began to trickle out of her eyes as she fell asleep.
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Draco was at quidditch practice thinking about what had happened at the library. Why was I staring at her for so long? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the bludger coming at him until it hit him.
It hit him full force in his side and he fell a good 25 feet. One of the chasers managed to catch him in the air with a spell, so he wouldn't hit the ground so hard. The team ran over to where their injured seeker lay unconscious.
"Great, who're we going to find to fill in for him?" one of them called out. The captain, a seventh year, shrugged, "Damned git, didn't pay attention to the bloody bludger." Annoyed, he stalked away as the rest of the team followed him dutifully leaving Draco in the center of the pitch alone.
He was unconscious, yet his mind was still active, and he began dreaming.
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He saw her. Radiating in a beauty that she never noticed, yet he always saw. The sight of her usually mystified him, and he would get angry with himself for even thinking like that.
He was unable to control his dreams, though, and when he saw her walking silently in his, he was in awe. He wondered where they were. It looked to be a beach of some sort, water gently splashing at their ankles, waves cresting in the distance, wind tangling though their hair.
She lifted her head to the sky and let the gentleness of her surroundings overcome her. He watched her. Her hair was twisting wildly in the wind, slapping the air with swift flicks. He became entranced in her. Such beauty. . .such feeling. . .such happiness.
He watched as she slowly opened her eyes and look at him. A slight smile danced onto her lips. He wondered what she was thinking. Her smile grew a little wider. He smiled back, in spite of himself. They were watching each other intently. Draco leaned closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She gazed into his eyes as he did so. Slowly she leaned closer to him, her lips inches from his. He felt himself doing the same.
A loud crack of thunder made them jump back from one another. Draco watched as lightening struck all around them, threatening to hit them. He held his hand out to her and tried to bring her over to him. She reached out and grabbed it. They managed to hold on to each other for an instant, but they were suddenly ripped apart by an unknown force. He watched as she struggled to reach out to him. She was being pulled further away from him. He tried to run after her, but it was as if there was an invisible wall holding him back. He screamed out to her, calling her by her name as she did the same thing. In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
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"Hermione!" Draco awoke in a cold sweat.
Madame Pomfrey rushed over to him. "Boy, it's about time you woke up. You've been unconscious for hours."
He glanced up at the nurse. "Why, why am I here?" he asked her.
She looked at him crossly, "Don't you remember?" she questioned.
He shrugged, "I remember being on my broom at practice, that's all," and the dream, he reminded himself.
Madame Pomfrey sighed, "Well, you must not have been paying attention all that much, because you took a bludger to the side. Broke 3 ribs, it did."
Draco looked to his bandaged side, "Why doesn't it hurt?" he asked.
She smiled briefly, "Believe me, boy, broken ribs aren't a pleasant thing. I've mended them as much as I can, but you're going to have to let the healing process run its course. I cast a spell so that you wouldn't be in too much pain, although you may feel it once and a while. There is a significantly large bruise still. You got incredibly lucky. One of your ribs came deathly close to penetrating a lung."
He looked at her. I almost died? he asked himself. It came as a great shock to him. The room was silent as the thought settled into his mind. He watched as Madame Pomfrey left him alone in his thoughts. Without realizing it, a tear fell down his cheek and seeped into his pillow, disappearing into the white folds of the cotton cover.
He lay awake, only thinking about what had almost happened to him that day, and a dream that had seemed too horrifyingly real. It was almost as if it had been an omen.
A/N: well, there you have it, chapter 4. review please.
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Thank you's:
Only 3? Oh well, at least I know a couple of people like my story.
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Raven Black: thank you Rav. I'm not gonna call you Saffron, I'm gonna call you Rav. Hehehe.
Amanda: WELL, :0P on you!! Lol, just kidding Manaize. Thank you for the constructive criticism and the lecture on inanimate objects.
Zaccyzac: haha, how I wuv you. Lol. Nope, no soda's for you. And yes, you do rule, lol. And Im happy you WUV my story. Wuv ya.
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A/N: I was recently told by someone, ::cough::cough::Amanda::cough::cough::, that Hermione was a little bit OOC. There is a purpose to this. Believe me. I push her between in and out of character for a reason. You'll find out this reason soon enough. Just not today.
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Chapter 4
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Hermione gathered her books together and left the library, wondering why Draco Malfoy had been looking at her the way he had been. I really can't stand that git she thought to herself. Keeping her head down, she made her way back down to Gryffindor tower. She felt herself run into someone, muttered a quick, "sorry," and went on her way.
Why do I let him get to me?she wondered. He isn't anything but a selfish, whiny, slimy git who serves a better function as a ferret than a human She surprised herself with her thoughts. Before she realized it, she was in front of the portrait of the fat lady.
"Monkey bars," she muttered to the painting. She noticed the Fat Lady gave her a sort of pitying look before the painting swung open. There was Ginny. And Harry. They were sitting on the couch snogging. Well, maybe sitting isn't the right word for it. More like, Ginny was leaning into Harry so much that she was practically lying on top of him. Hermione cleared her throat. They still didn't notice her. She walked up right behind them and cleared her throat as loudly as she could. Ginny's lips broke away from Harry's. Harry looked up to see an angry Hermione.
"Five points from Gryffindor," she muttered to the two of them. Harry looked at her in shock.
"Hey, you can't do that. You're a Gryffindor!" He retorted.
Hermione glared at him, "Harry, its my duty as a prefect to control the behaviors of students at this school, and from what I just walked in on, I believe I did the right thing. Besides, it's only five points, don't go haywire or anything."
Harry glared up at her, shaking his head in fury, "No, Hermione, you're just upset with me, and that's why you took away points."
Hermione scoffed, "You honestly think that I would take points away from someone because I'm angry with them? I'm a prefect, Harry. I'm supposed to take away points when someone disregards the rules."
With that, she turned on her heel and left for the prefect's bedroom. She didn't go in there much, for it got dreadfully lonely. She mainly slept upstairs with the other 6th years. Only one other person knew where the prefect's bedroom was, and that was Ron.
He's basically the only friend I've got, nowadays she thought to herself. Falling back on her bed, she began thinking about HIM. (A/N: Draco is HIM) He's so infuriating! She stared up at the ceiling and began counting the cracks that were in it. Getting bored with that quickly, she flipped onto her stomach and retrieved her diary from her book bag.
She wanted to write. She wanted to unleash all her pain and anger. As she dipped her quill into the ink, she pondered for a second before beginning.
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Diary,
Sometimes, I just want to kill that Draco Malfoy. He berates me with belligerent and cruel names, teases me ruthlessly, yet I still do nothing about it. I'm afraid that if I said anything to him he would do something to me. Yesterday when he pinned me to the wall, he really did scare me. He had an anger in his eyes that I've only seen one other place before. I've always tried to read his eyes, but he hides his emotions so well, although yesterday, I really caught a glimpse of him. The anger he showed when I compared him to his father was surreal. I had expected him to come up with some annoying comeback like he always did, but instead, he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall. He hurt me. . .and frightened and angered me so much. . .
I could say the same thing for Harry. He hasn't frightened me, but he has angered me. To think, I actually thought I knew the bastard inside and out. Then he accused me of being a liar. He made me so utterly mad yesterday that I hit the wall. Hermione Granger does not hit walls. I don't know what I was thinking, screaming and yelling at him like I had, then going and punching the wall. Actually, I do know what I was thinking, but now, it seems all so illogical. I ended up staying in the infirmary instead of going into Hogsmeade. Ron offered to keep me company, but I told him to just go. Ron's a great guy. I'm glad he's my friend. He's really the only one I've got. Well, right now, at least. I don't know what is going on with me right now. It scares me. -Hermione"
Hermione looked at what she had written. I sound so. . .whiny. she concluded to herself. A little irritated with herself, she threw her diary into the corner and left it there. She fell back on her bed again and sighed. Memories seeped into her mind, and slowly tears began to trickle out of her eyes as she fell asleep.
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Draco was at quidditch practice thinking about what had happened at the library. Why was I staring at her for so long? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the bludger coming at him until it hit him.
It hit him full force in his side and he fell a good 25 feet. One of the chasers managed to catch him in the air with a spell, so he wouldn't hit the ground so hard. The team ran over to where their injured seeker lay unconscious.
"Great, who're we going to find to fill in for him?" one of them called out. The captain, a seventh year, shrugged, "Damned git, didn't pay attention to the bloody bludger." Annoyed, he stalked away as the rest of the team followed him dutifully leaving Draco in the center of the pitch alone.
He was unconscious, yet his mind was still active, and he began dreaming.
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He saw her. Radiating in a beauty that she never noticed, yet he always saw. The sight of her usually mystified him, and he would get angry with himself for even thinking like that.
He was unable to control his dreams, though, and when he saw her walking silently in his, he was in awe. He wondered where they were. It looked to be a beach of some sort, water gently splashing at their ankles, waves cresting in the distance, wind tangling though their hair.
She lifted her head to the sky and let the gentleness of her surroundings overcome her. He watched her. Her hair was twisting wildly in the wind, slapping the air with swift flicks. He became entranced in her. Such beauty. . .such feeling. . .such happiness.
He watched as she slowly opened her eyes and look at him. A slight smile danced onto her lips. He wondered what she was thinking. Her smile grew a little wider. He smiled back, in spite of himself. They were watching each other intently. Draco leaned closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She gazed into his eyes as he did so. Slowly she leaned closer to him, her lips inches from his. He felt himself doing the same.
A loud crack of thunder made them jump back from one another. Draco watched as lightening struck all around them, threatening to hit them. He held his hand out to her and tried to bring her over to him. She reached out and grabbed it. They managed to hold on to each other for an instant, but they were suddenly ripped apart by an unknown force. He watched as she struggled to reach out to him. She was being pulled further away from him. He tried to run after her, but it was as if there was an invisible wall holding him back. He screamed out to her, calling her by her name as she did the same thing. In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
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"Hermione!" Draco awoke in a cold sweat.
Madame Pomfrey rushed over to him. "Boy, it's about time you woke up. You've been unconscious for hours."
He glanced up at the nurse. "Why, why am I here?" he asked her.
She looked at him crossly, "Don't you remember?" she questioned.
He shrugged, "I remember being on my broom at practice, that's all," and the dream, he reminded himself.
Madame Pomfrey sighed, "Well, you must not have been paying attention all that much, because you took a bludger to the side. Broke 3 ribs, it did."
Draco looked to his bandaged side, "Why doesn't it hurt?" he asked.
She smiled briefly, "Believe me, boy, broken ribs aren't a pleasant thing. I've mended them as much as I can, but you're going to have to let the healing process run its course. I cast a spell so that you wouldn't be in too much pain, although you may feel it once and a while. There is a significantly large bruise still. You got incredibly lucky. One of your ribs came deathly close to penetrating a lung."
He looked at her. I almost died? he asked himself. It came as a great shock to him. The room was silent as the thought settled into his mind. He watched as Madame Pomfrey left him alone in his thoughts. Without realizing it, a tear fell down his cheek and seeped into his pillow, disappearing into the white folds of the cotton cover.
He lay awake, only thinking about what had almost happened to him that day, and a dream that had seemed too horrifyingly real. It was almost as if it had been an omen.
A/N: well, there you have it, chapter 4. review please.