Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter Six: Betrayal
"What's that, Hermione?" Ron asked as he tried to look at the note in Hermione's hand. It was a new day and she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. She still clasped the note in her sweaty palm, not letting anyone read or see it.
"Oh, it's just a stupid girly note from Lavender, that's all. Nothing you would want to read," she replied, not really paying attention to what she was saying, saying the words as if she were hypnotized.
"Oh, ok then. So, I think we shall finish eating and then for our first class of the day, History of Magic, oh what fun!" Ron said with as much sarcasm as he could gather.
Hermione didn't pay attention to what she ate for breakfast that day. She didn't notice that she drank some of the plum sauce that was to go with her meat instead of the pumpkin juice. All she could think about was what the note said.
Now, in reality, the note didn't say very much, just a few simple words and then a name. The name was the most important factor of the note.
Through History of Magic she stared at the chalkboard, hoping that the answer to all of her problems and thoughts would write itself up on the board. It didn't though.
She walked numbly back to the prefect room. She collapsed on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. What was she going to do? She couldn't replace the feelings she had for Ron, ever. But now there were new feelings trying to invade her heart. She couldn't let them win. She had spent so many of her school years building up a blockade against this person that she couldn't just let the walls come tumbling down in one night.
A few minutes later Hermione heard a knock upon her door. She knew who would be standing there. She had no choice though but to let him in.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Harry."
Okay, so it wasn't who she thought it was, but still, it was better than nobody she thought to herself. She pushed herself off her bed and clamored over to her door. She pulled it open, and there, sure enough, stood messy- haired Harry.
"Would you like to come in?" Hermione offered him.
"Thanks, I really need to talk to you."
He walked in and nervously sat in the chair by the door. She quietly closed the door behind him and walked over and sat on the bed across from the chair.
"What is it Harry?"
"Well, it's you. Now, mark my word, I'm not the best of people to talk to about love, I mean, who's loved me, but I do sense something about you that is wrong."
"Harry, you know I love you."
"No, Hermione, stop it, stop evading the truth. The truth is, you don't love Ron. I can tell, I mean, you came into Potions with Malfoy today, and he gave you that note, not Lavender. You were no where near Lavender all morning."
"Oh come on Harry. Do you really believe that I would love the guy who is your mortal enemy and the boy who has called me the worst name that a witch or wizard could be called? I mean, who or what is giving you these ridiculous ideas?"
"Hermione, if you really love Ron, show me. Show me somehow that for one day, you won't look at Malfoy, that you won't look at me and see a boy who needs to be loved because he lacks it. I want you to tell me that you will look at only Ron for one day and only think of him for one day. I need you to promise me that Hermione, promise me."
"But Harry, I, I can't. I can't do something like that, I just, can't."
"Why Hermione, why? Because you're afraid? Because don't love Ron? Or is it something much bigger and much more complicated than will ever be explained?"
"Harry, you just have to trust me that I love Ron, with all my heart, and I don't think I could think of a day without the love of him in return."
"Hermione, promise me that you will show him and me in some way that you love him. I need to know."
"Okay, Harry, I'll show you. I promise. But please, don't worry."
"Okay," Harry stated gruffly as he went to stand up. They went to the door, hugged quickly, and Harry left, Hermione closing the door after him.
"Great. How has Harry found all of this out? Okay, better question, how am I going to prove to him that I only love Ron? I mean, I don't like to lie to my best friend, much less my boyfriend. What I feel for him must stop. I must only love Ron. I must. And I promise myself as well as Harry that I will prove it to myself."
She walked over to her dresser and picked up her hairbrush.
"I'll start off by being as beautiful for Ron everyday." She looked at herself in the mirror and after a few minutes, looked stunning.
She opened the door and walked out to meet Ron. She quickly found him, though it wasn't hard, everyone she walked by stopped so she was always able to get a good look at their face before she walked on.
"Wow. Hermione, you're, well, you're-''
"Save your explanations Ron. I want to, um, talk to you"
"Okay, talk."
"No, I mean, in private."
"OOOOH! Well, where do you want to do this talking?"
"My room, during lunch."
"Yummy. Will it be a good lunch?"
Hermione had to make a little chuckle at this, "The best one you've had."
Harry, who had been standing next to Ron, unnoticed by anyone else, stood there stunned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could hardly believe he was hearing correctly.
Hermione walked arm in arm off to their next class, Transfiguration.
As they walked into the class, the couple parted and went to sit their seats. Soon the Slytherins came in and sat in their seats. Hermione didn't look at Draco when he came in or when he sat down.
He leaned close to her ear so that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "Did you read my note?"
She didn't turn to look at him; she didn't answer his question.
He leaned back and asked again, only sharper, "Well, did you?"
She looked at him and answered quietly, "I don't like you. I like someone else. Maybe we should just be friends."
"Friends? What do you mean? You felt that kiss, you felt the same thing I did, and now you say you don't feel anything at all?" He was still whispering, trying to understand her, but the rage was starting to bubble and brew within him.
"Draco, I'm sorry, but I don't want you to get hurt," she was trying very hard to whisper and not cry, "so I think the best way to keep that from happening would be to just be friends."
"FRIENDS? GOD! Don't you get it? I love you with my whole heart, and you don't? God, you almost did it with me!" He was yelling now. He stood up quickly and his chair tipped over behind him. The whole class looked at the two students. "I can't believe this! You love me, and you know it! If you don't see it now, then let me help show you." He scooped up Hermione and carried her into his prefect room, which wasn't far away. Hermione wasn't strong enough to push him away; she couldn't do anything but cry.
Ron and Harry were in shock at the scene that had just played out before them. They couldn't believe what was happening. Ron, shocked at what he had just heard, just sat as still as stone, hoping and praying that it was all just a bad dream.
Harry on the other hand came back into reality quickly and rushed from the room. He ran as fast as he could, asking along the way if anyone had seen Draco or Hermione. All of the asking and pointing led him to the prefect's dorms, specifically Draco's.
He burst through the door, and there, on the bed, laid a helpless Hermione and a Draco all over her, trying to prove that she did love him.
Harry climbed on top of Draco and pulled him of the uncovered Hermione. He took a swing at Draco and hit him in the mouth. Draco staggered back and touched his lip. It started to bleed.
Hermione quickly jumped out of the bed and ran behind Harry, getting herself redressed as fast as her trembling fingers could go.
Harry, ready for a fight, put up his fists. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he was ready to fight.
Draco touched his lip again and dabbed more blood off. "I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry Hermione. I'm so, so sorry." He fell into the chair behind him and placed his elbows on his knees, face in his hands, and started to sob.
A few minutes later Professor McGonagall came rushing to the door frame. "What has happened here?"
Hermione stepped forward, about to talk, "I'm sorry Professor, Draco, my partner as you know, didn't show up for class today and I was worried about him, so I came with Harry to Draco's dorm to make sure he was alright. Apparently Draco had slipped in the shower this morning and had a slight concussion, but I believe he is alright now. If you will allow Harry and me to stay with him a few more minutes, we will bring him to class."
"Alright, I will see you in a few minutes." She turned to Draco, "As for you Mr. Malfoy, I believe you need to be more careful while showering. If it hadn't been for Miss Granger here, you might be in serious danger."
"Yes Ma'am."
After that, Professor McGonagall left. "Why did you lie to her, Hermione?" both of the boys questioned at the same time.
"Because you both would've been expelled and most likely put in jail if I'd told the truth and I care too much about both of you to let that happen."
"Now, Hermione, what's this about liking Malfoy?"
"Harry, you were right in all of your assumptions. I started to have feelings to Malfoy, but when you started to become suspicious, I had no choice but to try to forget them."
"So that's why you said those things to me in class."
"Yes Draco, because I didn't want somebody to figure out. Of course, now the whole class has found that out, but maybe they were so shocked they won't remember."
"I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to do that to you. I really didn't. It's just that so much anger boils up inside of my every time my dad does something to me and I can't do anything about it. This time, when the anger started to simmer, it was against someone weaker than me, someone I could defend myself against, so I took the chance. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay Draco, I understand, and I forgive you. Now, both of you answer my question. How much of me did you two really see?"
"Well, um," the two answered, evading the fact tat they'd seen all of her. They spun around and started scratching their heads.
"Okay then, I guess I know that I wasn't that great looking."
"OH NO! YOU WERE-'' They stopped in the middle to make sure they wouldn't regret something they said, "Yeah.you looked fine.yeah."
Chapter Six: Betrayal
"What's that, Hermione?" Ron asked as he tried to look at the note in Hermione's hand. It was a new day and she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. She still clasped the note in her sweaty palm, not letting anyone read or see it.
"Oh, it's just a stupid girly note from Lavender, that's all. Nothing you would want to read," she replied, not really paying attention to what she was saying, saying the words as if she were hypnotized.
"Oh, ok then. So, I think we shall finish eating and then for our first class of the day, History of Magic, oh what fun!" Ron said with as much sarcasm as he could gather.
Hermione didn't pay attention to what she ate for breakfast that day. She didn't notice that she drank some of the plum sauce that was to go with her meat instead of the pumpkin juice. All she could think about was what the note said.
Now, in reality, the note didn't say very much, just a few simple words and then a name. The name was the most important factor of the note.
Through History of Magic she stared at the chalkboard, hoping that the answer to all of her problems and thoughts would write itself up on the board. It didn't though.
She walked numbly back to the prefect room. She collapsed on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. What was she going to do? She couldn't replace the feelings she had for Ron, ever. But now there were new feelings trying to invade her heart. She couldn't let them win. She had spent so many of her school years building up a blockade against this person that she couldn't just let the walls come tumbling down in one night.
A few minutes later Hermione heard a knock upon her door. She knew who would be standing there. She had no choice though but to let him in.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Harry."
Okay, so it wasn't who she thought it was, but still, it was better than nobody she thought to herself. She pushed herself off her bed and clamored over to her door. She pulled it open, and there, sure enough, stood messy- haired Harry.
"Would you like to come in?" Hermione offered him.
"Thanks, I really need to talk to you."
He walked in and nervously sat in the chair by the door. She quietly closed the door behind him and walked over and sat on the bed across from the chair.
"What is it Harry?"
"Well, it's you. Now, mark my word, I'm not the best of people to talk to about love, I mean, who's loved me, but I do sense something about you that is wrong."
"Harry, you know I love you."
"No, Hermione, stop it, stop evading the truth. The truth is, you don't love Ron. I can tell, I mean, you came into Potions with Malfoy today, and he gave you that note, not Lavender. You were no where near Lavender all morning."
"Oh come on Harry. Do you really believe that I would love the guy who is your mortal enemy and the boy who has called me the worst name that a witch or wizard could be called? I mean, who or what is giving you these ridiculous ideas?"
"Hermione, if you really love Ron, show me. Show me somehow that for one day, you won't look at Malfoy, that you won't look at me and see a boy who needs to be loved because he lacks it. I want you to tell me that you will look at only Ron for one day and only think of him for one day. I need you to promise me that Hermione, promise me."
"But Harry, I, I can't. I can't do something like that, I just, can't."
"Why Hermione, why? Because you're afraid? Because don't love Ron? Or is it something much bigger and much more complicated than will ever be explained?"
"Harry, you just have to trust me that I love Ron, with all my heart, and I don't think I could think of a day without the love of him in return."
"Hermione, promise me that you will show him and me in some way that you love him. I need to know."
"Okay, Harry, I'll show you. I promise. But please, don't worry."
"Okay," Harry stated gruffly as he went to stand up. They went to the door, hugged quickly, and Harry left, Hermione closing the door after him.
"Great. How has Harry found all of this out? Okay, better question, how am I going to prove to him that I only love Ron? I mean, I don't like to lie to my best friend, much less my boyfriend. What I feel for him must stop. I must only love Ron. I must. And I promise myself as well as Harry that I will prove it to myself."
She walked over to her dresser and picked up her hairbrush.
"I'll start off by being as beautiful for Ron everyday." She looked at herself in the mirror and after a few minutes, looked stunning.
She opened the door and walked out to meet Ron. She quickly found him, though it wasn't hard, everyone she walked by stopped so she was always able to get a good look at their face before she walked on.
"Wow. Hermione, you're, well, you're-''
"Save your explanations Ron. I want to, um, talk to you"
"Okay, talk."
"No, I mean, in private."
"OOOOH! Well, where do you want to do this talking?"
"My room, during lunch."
"Yummy. Will it be a good lunch?"
Hermione had to make a little chuckle at this, "The best one you've had."
Harry, who had been standing next to Ron, unnoticed by anyone else, stood there stunned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He could hardly believe he was hearing correctly.
Hermione walked arm in arm off to their next class, Transfiguration.
As they walked into the class, the couple parted and went to sit their seats. Soon the Slytherins came in and sat in their seats. Hermione didn't look at Draco when he came in or when he sat down.
He leaned close to her ear so that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "Did you read my note?"
She didn't turn to look at him; she didn't answer his question.
He leaned back and asked again, only sharper, "Well, did you?"
She looked at him and answered quietly, "I don't like you. I like someone else. Maybe we should just be friends."
"Friends? What do you mean? You felt that kiss, you felt the same thing I did, and now you say you don't feel anything at all?" He was still whispering, trying to understand her, but the rage was starting to bubble and brew within him.
"Draco, I'm sorry, but I don't want you to get hurt," she was trying very hard to whisper and not cry, "so I think the best way to keep that from happening would be to just be friends."
"FRIENDS? GOD! Don't you get it? I love you with my whole heart, and you don't? God, you almost did it with me!" He was yelling now. He stood up quickly and his chair tipped over behind him. The whole class looked at the two students. "I can't believe this! You love me, and you know it! If you don't see it now, then let me help show you." He scooped up Hermione and carried her into his prefect room, which wasn't far away. Hermione wasn't strong enough to push him away; she couldn't do anything but cry.
Ron and Harry were in shock at the scene that had just played out before them. They couldn't believe what was happening. Ron, shocked at what he had just heard, just sat as still as stone, hoping and praying that it was all just a bad dream.
Harry on the other hand came back into reality quickly and rushed from the room. He ran as fast as he could, asking along the way if anyone had seen Draco or Hermione. All of the asking and pointing led him to the prefect's dorms, specifically Draco's.
He burst through the door, and there, on the bed, laid a helpless Hermione and a Draco all over her, trying to prove that she did love him.
Harry climbed on top of Draco and pulled him of the uncovered Hermione. He took a swing at Draco and hit him in the mouth. Draco staggered back and touched his lip. It started to bleed.
Hermione quickly jumped out of the bed and ran behind Harry, getting herself redressed as fast as her trembling fingers could go.
Harry, ready for a fight, put up his fists. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he was ready to fight.
Draco touched his lip again and dabbed more blood off. "I can't believe I just did that. I'm so sorry Hermione. I'm so, so sorry." He fell into the chair behind him and placed his elbows on his knees, face in his hands, and started to sob.
A few minutes later Professor McGonagall came rushing to the door frame. "What has happened here?"
Hermione stepped forward, about to talk, "I'm sorry Professor, Draco, my partner as you know, didn't show up for class today and I was worried about him, so I came with Harry to Draco's dorm to make sure he was alright. Apparently Draco had slipped in the shower this morning and had a slight concussion, but I believe he is alright now. If you will allow Harry and me to stay with him a few more minutes, we will bring him to class."
"Alright, I will see you in a few minutes." She turned to Draco, "As for you Mr. Malfoy, I believe you need to be more careful while showering. If it hadn't been for Miss Granger here, you might be in serious danger."
"Yes Ma'am."
After that, Professor McGonagall left. "Why did you lie to her, Hermione?" both of the boys questioned at the same time.
"Because you both would've been expelled and most likely put in jail if I'd told the truth and I care too much about both of you to let that happen."
"Now, Hermione, what's this about liking Malfoy?"
"Harry, you were right in all of your assumptions. I started to have feelings to Malfoy, but when you started to become suspicious, I had no choice but to try to forget them."
"So that's why you said those things to me in class."
"Yes Draco, because I didn't want somebody to figure out. Of course, now the whole class has found that out, but maybe they were so shocked they won't remember."
"I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to do that to you. I really didn't. It's just that so much anger boils up inside of my every time my dad does something to me and I can't do anything about it. This time, when the anger started to simmer, it was against someone weaker than me, someone I could defend myself against, so I took the chance. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay Draco, I understand, and I forgive you. Now, both of you answer my question. How much of me did you two really see?"
"Well, um," the two answered, evading the fact tat they'd seen all of her. They spun around and started scratching their heads.
"Okay then, I guess I know that I wasn't that great looking."
"OH NO! YOU WERE-'' They stopped in the middle to make sure they wouldn't regret something they said, "Yeah.you looked fine.yeah."