Love is Hate.
Chapter 2: Quidditch Practice; The most Bestest period of school...(NOT)
Disclaimer: Me still don't own Harry P. Like I said me sound like Dobby again, sir,...Or ma'am...O wellies! On with the story again!
"Get your lazy bum up Ickle Ronniekins! Quidditch practice is here!" Ron sprang up from his bed.
"God, I'm telling you, George, Wood should have NEVER made you Gryffindor captain...", sighed Ron slightly shaking his head.
"Yeah, your tellin' me!", Fred remarked as he bounded into the room."I reckon he should've given me the captain opertunity!"
"I'm sure that would be MUCH better!", said Ron sarcastically.
"Well, you better get down, your GIRLFRIEND is waiting for you.", smirked George.
"Wuh?", Ron asked confusidly.
Fred and George both sighed in unison.
"He's talkin' bout' Hermione , genius.", Fred explained stiffly.
"Shut up you two!", called Ron jumping out of bed.
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Hermione headed down towards the the Quidditch stadium figuring that Ron and Harry would show up there sooner or later. "Wuh?', thought Hermione as she entered the stadium.
She walked across the the green feild and just before she reached the stands she called out to Harry and Ron, "How'd you two make it down here so fast?!"
"We apparated, Hermione.", Harry said sarcastically.
"You WHAT?!", Hermione started."God, if you-"
"'Mione! He's. Just. Joke-ing.", Ron hesitated ."So, please....Just CALM down.", Ron continued.
All of a sudden the whole Quidditch team broke out into laughter. Seamus and Dean were rolling around on the ground, Fred and George were giving eachother charlie horses, and Lavender was giggling maddly. Of course Harry was just standing there probably feeling sorry he had ever said his remark.
Ron looked over at Hermione to see that she was turning beet red and stomping to the stands. As she sat down her chin fell into her cupped hands.
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO DAMN FUNNY!?!?!?!?!", boomed Ron thretaningly. At this everyone halted and stopped laughing in minimum time.
"Right...Ahem...On with the practice...", George trailed off.
Everyone mounted their brooms and kicked off hard.
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Hermione watched plainly as everyone mounted their brooms and kicked off hard. Why did Ron do that for her? Now Hermione's heart was thumping. Mybe this can be a sign he liked her as much as she did him? She was so dumb! Every time Malfoy called her a name or attacked her with a spell he would either hex him or beat on him. Not to mention Krum. Last year's memories sped through her head. Could that dis-like-ness of Krum be jeloudy or just plain protection of Harry's chance to win the Tri-Wizard Tournament? 'C'mon Hermione, don't be so dumb' Hermione thought to herself. Before she could even finish her train of thought, none other than...
"Malfoy!", Hermione jumped in shcok."Why the hell are you here...?", asked Hermione narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, the Slytherin team is just here for a FRIENDLY practice game with Gryffindor team...", explained Malfoy flirtacioulsly.
Hermione hopped out of her seat and tried to slide past Malfoy which she didn't succeed.
"Where do you think you're going Granger?", asked Malfoy slyly.
"Back.", Hermione answered uneasily.
"Back WHERE? We're not finished here...", told Hermione simply. And just like that, Malfoy grabbed Hermione by the waist and pressed his lips against hers.
"MALFOY!", shreiked Hermione bearly."What, WHAT the hell are you doing! You BASTARD!" Hermione struggled to talk and escape his grasp but this was a difficult task. Malfoy had gotten alot bigger and stronger during the years.
"HEEEEELP!!!!!!!!", Hermione managed to gasp.
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Ron looked up from his broom and out into the stands.
"Holy SHIT!", breathed Ron. Ron flew high-speed into the stands. He couldn't beleive his eyes. Malfoy? And Hermione? Making-out? This wasn't right and Ron had to do something about it. He just KNEW that Hermione would never make out with such a bastard.
"Ronny! What ARE you doing we're not done with practice!", shouted George.
Ron didn't listen. He finally rerached the stands and fell off his broom. He rushed to Hermione and Malfoy.
"MALFOY!", boomed Ron. This caused Malfoy to turn around immediatly."Get off of her now and I WON'T hurt you...", breathed Ron harshly.
"Okay, okay...", Malfoy carefully backed away and backed away out of sight. Even though Malfoy was big, Ron was still bigger as in more taller and muscular.
Hermione colasped into Ron's arms sobbing hard. "Oh Ron!", cried Hermione.
"Shhhhh...It's okay..."Mione...He's gone now...", Ron said soothingly holding her head delicatly to his chest.
The Gryffindor team appared to be watching the whole scene. "Cancel practice?", George mouthed to Ron. Ron gave him a small nod.
"PRACTICE IS OFF!", George yelled to the Gryffindor team. The team nodded understandingly as the Slytherin team gave them smirks and snickers.
As the Gryffindor team headed out, Ron asked Hermione, "Would you like me to walk you back to the castle?" Hermione nodded seeing as that was all she was able to do.
Disclaimer: Awwww...Poor Hermione...Well, if you like it please review and read on to frather chapters when I post them!
Chapter 2: Quidditch Practice; The most Bestest period of school...(NOT)
Disclaimer: Me still don't own Harry P. Like I said me sound like Dobby again, sir,...Or ma'am...O wellies! On with the story again!
"Get your lazy bum up Ickle Ronniekins! Quidditch practice is here!" Ron sprang up from his bed.
"God, I'm telling you, George, Wood should have NEVER made you Gryffindor captain...", sighed Ron slightly shaking his head.
"Yeah, your tellin' me!", Fred remarked as he bounded into the room."I reckon he should've given me the captain opertunity!"
"I'm sure that would be MUCH better!", said Ron sarcastically.
"Well, you better get down, your GIRLFRIEND is waiting for you.", smirked George.
"Wuh?", Ron asked confusidly.
Fred and George both sighed in unison.
"He's talkin' bout' Hermione , genius.", Fred explained stiffly.
"Shut up you two!", called Ron jumping out of bed.
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Hermione headed down towards the the Quidditch stadium figuring that Ron and Harry would show up there sooner or later. "Wuh?', thought Hermione as she entered the stadium.
She walked across the the green feild and just before she reached the stands she called out to Harry and Ron, "How'd you two make it down here so fast?!"
"We apparated, Hermione.", Harry said sarcastically.
"You WHAT?!", Hermione started."God, if you-"
"'Mione! He's. Just. Joke-ing.", Ron hesitated ."So, please....Just CALM down.", Ron continued.
All of a sudden the whole Quidditch team broke out into laughter. Seamus and Dean were rolling around on the ground, Fred and George were giving eachother charlie horses, and Lavender was giggling maddly. Of course Harry was just standing there probably feeling sorry he had ever said his remark.
Ron looked over at Hermione to see that she was turning beet red and stomping to the stands. As she sat down her chin fell into her cupped hands.
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO DAMN FUNNY!?!?!?!?!", boomed Ron thretaningly. At this everyone halted and stopped laughing in minimum time.
"Right...Ahem...On with the practice...", George trailed off.
Everyone mounted their brooms and kicked off hard.
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Hermione watched plainly as everyone mounted their brooms and kicked off hard. Why did Ron do that for her? Now Hermione's heart was thumping. Mybe this can be a sign he liked her as much as she did him? She was so dumb! Every time Malfoy called her a name or attacked her with a spell he would either hex him or beat on him. Not to mention Krum. Last year's memories sped through her head. Could that dis-like-ness of Krum be jeloudy or just plain protection of Harry's chance to win the Tri-Wizard Tournament? 'C'mon Hermione, don't be so dumb' Hermione thought to herself. Before she could even finish her train of thought, none other than...
"Malfoy!", Hermione jumped in shcok."Why the hell are you here...?", asked Hermione narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, the Slytherin team is just here for a FRIENDLY practice game with Gryffindor team...", explained Malfoy flirtacioulsly.
Hermione hopped out of her seat and tried to slide past Malfoy which she didn't succeed.
"Where do you think you're going Granger?", asked Malfoy slyly.
"Back.", Hermione answered uneasily.
"Back WHERE? We're not finished here...", told Hermione simply. And just like that, Malfoy grabbed Hermione by the waist and pressed his lips against hers.
"MALFOY!", shreiked Hermione bearly."What, WHAT the hell are you doing! You BASTARD!" Hermione struggled to talk and escape his grasp but this was a difficult task. Malfoy had gotten alot bigger and stronger during the years.
"HEEEEELP!!!!!!!!", Hermione managed to gasp.
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Ron looked up from his broom and out into the stands.
"Holy SHIT!", breathed Ron. Ron flew high-speed into the stands. He couldn't beleive his eyes. Malfoy? And Hermione? Making-out? This wasn't right and Ron had to do something about it. He just KNEW that Hermione would never make out with such a bastard.
"Ronny! What ARE you doing we're not done with practice!", shouted George.
Ron didn't listen. He finally rerached the stands and fell off his broom. He rushed to Hermione and Malfoy.
"MALFOY!", boomed Ron. This caused Malfoy to turn around immediatly."Get off of her now and I WON'T hurt you...", breathed Ron harshly.
"Okay, okay...", Malfoy carefully backed away and backed away out of sight. Even though Malfoy was big, Ron was still bigger as in more taller and muscular.
Hermione colasped into Ron's arms sobbing hard. "Oh Ron!", cried Hermione.
"Shhhhh...It's okay..."Mione...He's gone now...", Ron said soothingly holding her head delicatly to his chest.
The Gryffindor team appared to be watching the whole scene. "Cancel practice?", George mouthed to Ron. Ron gave him a small nod.
"PRACTICE IS OFF!", George yelled to the Gryffindor team. The team nodded understandingly as the Slytherin team gave them smirks and snickers.
As the Gryffindor team headed out, Ron asked Hermione, "Would you like me to walk you back to the castle?" Hermione nodded seeing as that was all she was able to do.
Disclaimer: Awwww...Poor Hermione...Well, if you like it please review and read on to frather chapters when I post them!