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Chapter 3
The history of magic class had been wandering around chatting to each other, sharing sweets and telling jokes for the last fifteen minutes. Professor Binns had given them permission to spend the lesson working on their projects; but naturally, nobody was; nobody, that was, except Hermione.
She glanced over at Malfoy sniggering to his two side-kicks, Crabbe and Goyle. The anger rose in her face while she watched him having a nice relaxing time while she was doing all the work. The class had been working in their pairs at the beginning of the lesson, but boredom overtook them, and besides, the teacher had fallen asleep!
A loud snore came from the sleeping Professor, slumped in his chair; and a roar of laughter echoed from Hermione's right, where Ron and Harry had been joking with some class-mates. Ron fell on the floor, howling with laughter and clutching his sides. Hermione tutted at their rudeness; she seemed to be unaware of their teacher being asleep.
"Granger, you sado. Working when you have the chance not too!" said cold voice in her right ear. "You're always reading for god's sakes... oh yeah, and when are you going to sort out your hair, Granger!"
Hermione used all her concentration to holding her tears back. She usually always put up with this sort of criticism from Malfoy; but there was something about today that made her feel like she wouldn't be able ignore it.
The bell rang through the classrooms, waking Professor Binns with a startled snort. "Oh my, the end of the day! Yes yes. Well done you can go... yes, I believe I will be seeing you again tomorrow!" the professor chuckled.
"Oh yay!" Ron muttered sarcastically to Harry, making him snort from holding back laughter.
The entire class rushed out of the classroom, breathing in the corridors as if they had just surfaced from underwater.
"That Pansy is a bloody cow. She's just like Malfoy that one, just like Malfoy."
'Just like Malfoy?' thought Hermione 'But Malfoy's not that bad. Yesterday he was really nice-' but then, all that Malfoy had just recently said to her came flooding back to her mind. '"Granger you sado!" Malfoy's voice sounded as clear as day "When are you going to treat your hair Granger!" "Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood..."'
"Helloooo?? Hermione?" Ron cried, waving his hand in front of her face.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Harry chuckled.
Hermione couldn't hold it in any more. She burst into tears. Ron and Harry stared in disbelief at her, wandering what they could have done to upset her. Harry did what instinct told him, and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"Hermione, I'm sorry..." said Harry, the two now pulling away.
"No no no. It wasn't you who..."
"What happened Hermione?" Ron put his hand on her shoulder.
"N-nothing." Hermione looked down, whiping her tear-streaked face.
"Oh yeah, that's pretty obvious innit??" Ron cried "It was Malfoy wasn' it??"
Hermione glanced at Ron. "No, it's nothing, please..." she covered her face with her hands.
"Come on, let's go to the common room..."
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The morning air smelt fresher than ever. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted happily through the lower corridors. All of the students were chatting away, their knives and forks clattering against their plates.
"Are you sure Herm's okay?" Ginny asked anxiously.
"I don't know! You're a girl, go and find her in her dormitory!" Ron told her sister as if she were an annoying little bug.
An owl swooped down to them and dropped a small roll of parchment bound by a blue ribbon in front of Ron and Harry.
Ron laughed "Hermione got a letter and she's not even here. I guess her owl's sorta worked out that we're her friends... Shall I read it Harry?" he grinned mischievously.
Harry shrugged, so Ron unrolled the parchment and began to read out aloud-
'Dear Miss H. Granger, thankyou for sending us personal interest slip. Please send this back with the appropriate amount (listed below: prices differ with each magazine) and write which magazine you would like to receive a monthly copy of. Your sincerely, A Witch's best friend co.'
"Oooooo, Hermione actually has time to read magazines?? Magical!" Ron laughed.
"So, where's your girlfriend, Potter?" came a cold voice from behind Harry's shoulder, making Ron jump and drop Hermione's letter in his thankfully empty cereal bowl.
"Malfoy..." Ron growled.
"Ron, don't." Harry grabbed Ron's arm to hold him back. Ron finally stopped struggling and instead began to glare at Malfoy with all his might, clenching his fists
"Malfoy, you Bastard! Why do you always have to hurt people? Why do you always have to hurt Hermione??" Ron's knuckles were turning white.
"Ha! Did I make her cry?" Malfoy sniggered.
Ron and Harry didn't say anything, but continued to stare at their enemy. Half the hall were staring at the commotion.
"Well, good!" Malfoy sneered. He strolled back over to the Slytherin table and plopped down onto the bench next to Crabbe and Goyle.
'Cool! I got her to cry!' Malfoy thought triumphantly to himself.
'Yeah, and now she's going to hate you for ever.' replied the second voice.
'So? Why would I care?"
'Look, you do care!' No matter how many times a small part of his mind had told him this, he could never accept this.
'Well,' he called back 'why is she crying anyway? I wasn't exactly particularly nasty today!'
The second voice sighed 'Work it out boy!'
Malfoy had started on some toast when Hermione came into the hall for breakfast.
"Hermione!" Ron cried as she sat down beside him.
Hermione paused "Look you two... I'm... I'm sorry about yesterday... I was just in a bit of a stress." she smiled faintly.
"I bet it was er, just that time of the month eh?" Fred winked, leaning over the table towards them. Hermione raised her eyebrows and started laughing happily.
Malfoy, peering over at them, had his eyes fixed on Hermione. She was laughing and joking with her friends; her face lighting up the entire hall. Malfoy felt himself blush.
'She's-she's so...' Malfoy couldn't explain what he was feeling at this moment. He felt breathless, yet, being mean to her only seemed like the right thing to do. He couldn't tell if he admired her or if he completely hated her. Maybe this was just a mistake... Maybe he did still hate her guts... But... Why did it have to be that way?... Why did he have to hate her, why did they have to be enemies??
'"Because she's a Mudblood!" His father's sour voice echoed in his head. Oh yes, he could imagine his father telling him his "She's living off fake and filthy blood... only pure-bloods are true wizards... Muggle borns are just filthy little-"'
'No! They're not!' Malfoy screamed to himself. 'I hate you father! I hate you I hate you I-' Malfoy suddenly snapped back to the real world. The sounds of the dinner plates and the morning smells came flying back to him. He was breathing heavily. He wanted to scream his head off. He had to get out of here.
He ran out of the Great Hall, and didn't stop until he had reached the empty Slytherin Common Room.
'What the hell's happening to me??' he felt like he was about to burst. He slammed his fist on the wall. 'Why is it that one minute I hate her, and the next I..." he couldn't say it. 'Malfoy' would never be able to say it. He wouldn't even be able to admit it to himself.
'Oh great. Well, it's all over then...' a silent tear began to roll down his cheek. 'Oh my god. I'm crying! Don't cry for God's sake!' There was something wrong. Malfoy was crying! 'It's over...' he whispered to himself after a short pause. The anger was rising within him like steam 'I can't change how I feel!' he raged, banging his fist on the wall again.
He just remembered what his first lesson was. His first lesson was History of Magic.
'Ah shit! I can't go to that lesson! I can't even look at Hermione!.. but, if I don't go, people will think that something's wrong... or that I'm scared of Potter... crap, It's going to be hard but I've got to go...' he sunk to the floor, sliding down the wall, covering his face with his hands.
'What am I going to do?...'
It was all over. He'd never felt this strongly about anybody before. His father would find out. It would be the end. It would be all over.
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He he! Chapter three was actually going to have loads of more things happening in it, but it went on a bit too long (and I know that I prefer to read short chapters, than about four huge ones). The fourth chap will be up in no time anyways cos I've basically typed it up ^.~
I drew a few pics to go with this fic but I've been having troubles with my computer so I can't put them up yet o... o well, u know wot u wanna do... REVIEW (:D
Thanx to ppl who reviewed this fic! it makes me happy (:D
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Chapter 3
The history of magic class had been wandering around chatting to each other, sharing sweets and telling jokes for the last fifteen minutes. Professor Binns had given them permission to spend the lesson working on their projects; but naturally, nobody was; nobody, that was, except Hermione.
She glanced over at Malfoy sniggering to his two side-kicks, Crabbe and Goyle. The anger rose in her face while she watched him having a nice relaxing time while she was doing all the work. The class had been working in their pairs at the beginning of the lesson, but boredom overtook them, and besides, the teacher had fallen asleep!
A loud snore came from the sleeping Professor, slumped in his chair; and a roar of laughter echoed from Hermione's right, where Ron and Harry had been joking with some class-mates. Ron fell on the floor, howling with laughter and clutching his sides. Hermione tutted at their rudeness; she seemed to be unaware of their teacher being asleep.
"Granger, you sado. Working when you have the chance not too!" said cold voice in her right ear. "You're always reading for god's sakes... oh yeah, and when are you going to sort out your hair, Granger!"
Hermione used all her concentration to holding her tears back. She usually always put up with this sort of criticism from Malfoy; but there was something about today that made her feel like she wouldn't be able ignore it.
The bell rang through the classrooms, waking Professor Binns with a startled snort. "Oh my, the end of the day! Yes yes. Well done you can go... yes, I believe I will be seeing you again tomorrow!" the professor chuckled.
"Oh yay!" Ron muttered sarcastically to Harry, making him snort from holding back laughter.
The entire class rushed out of the classroom, breathing in the corridors as if they had just surfaced from underwater.
"That Pansy is a bloody cow. She's just like Malfoy that one, just like Malfoy."
'Just like Malfoy?' thought Hermione 'But Malfoy's not that bad. Yesterday he was really nice-' but then, all that Malfoy had just recently said to her came flooding back to her mind. '"Granger you sado!" Malfoy's voice sounded as clear as day "When are you going to treat your hair Granger!" "Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood..."'
"Helloooo?? Hermione?" Ron cried, waving his hand in front of her face.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Harry chuckled.
Hermione couldn't hold it in any more. She burst into tears. Ron and Harry stared in disbelief at her, wandering what they could have done to upset her. Harry did what instinct told him, and wrapped his arms around his best friend.
"Hermione, I'm sorry..." said Harry, the two now pulling away.
"No no no. It wasn't you who..."
"What happened Hermione?" Ron put his hand on her shoulder.
"N-nothing." Hermione looked down, whiping her tear-streaked face.
"Oh yeah, that's pretty obvious innit??" Ron cried "It was Malfoy wasn' it??"
Hermione glanced at Ron. "No, it's nothing, please..." she covered her face with her hands.
"Come on, let's go to the common room..."
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The morning air smelt fresher than ever. The scent of bacon and eggs wafted happily through the lower corridors. All of the students were chatting away, their knives and forks clattering against their plates.
"Are you sure Herm's okay?" Ginny asked anxiously.
"I don't know! You're a girl, go and find her in her dormitory!" Ron told her sister as if she were an annoying little bug.
An owl swooped down to them and dropped a small roll of parchment bound by a blue ribbon in front of Ron and Harry.
Ron laughed "Hermione got a letter and she's not even here. I guess her owl's sorta worked out that we're her friends... Shall I read it Harry?" he grinned mischievously.
Harry shrugged, so Ron unrolled the parchment and began to read out aloud-
'Dear Miss H. Granger, thankyou for sending us personal interest slip. Please send this back with the appropriate amount (listed below: prices differ with each magazine) and write which magazine you would like to receive a monthly copy of. Your sincerely, A Witch's best friend co.'
"Oooooo, Hermione actually has time to read magazines?? Magical!" Ron laughed.
"So, where's your girlfriend, Potter?" came a cold voice from behind Harry's shoulder, making Ron jump and drop Hermione's letter in his thankfully empty cereal bowl.
"Malfoy..." Ron growled.
"Ron, don't." Harry grabbed Ron's arm to hold him back. Ron finally stopped struggling and instead began to glare at Malfoy with all his might, clenching his fists
"Malfoy, you Bastard! Why do you always have to hurt people? Why do you always have to hurt Hermione??" Ron's knuckles were turning white.
"Ha! Did I make her cry?" Malfoy sniggered.
Ron and Harry didn't say anything, but continued to stare at their enemy. Half the hall were staring at the commotion.
"Well, good!" Malfoy sneered. He strolled back over to the Slytherin table and plopped down onto the bench next to Crabbe and Goyle.
'Cool! I got her to cry!' Malfoy thought triumphantly to himself.
'Yeah, and now she's going to hate you for ever.' replied the second voice.
'So? Why would I care?"
'Look, you do care!' No matter how many times a small part of his mind had told him this, he could never accept this.
'Well,' he called back 'why is she crying anyway? I wasn't exactly particularly nasty today!'
The second voice sighed 'Work it out boy!'
Malfoy had started on some toast when Hermione came into the hall for breakfast.
"Hermione!" Ron cried as she sat down beside him.
Hermione paused "Look you two... I'm... I'm sorry about yesterday... I was just in a bit of a stress." she smiled faintly.
"I bet it was er, just that time of the month eh?" Fred winked, leaning over the table towards them. Hermione raised her eyebrows and started laughing happily.
Malfoy, peering over at them, had his eyes fixed on Hermione. She was laughing and joking with her friends; her face lighting up the entire hall. Malfoy felt himself blush.
'She's-she's so...' Malfoy couldn't explain what he was feeling at this moment. He felt breathless, yet, being mean to her only seemed like the right thing to do. He couldn't tell if he admired her or if he completely hated her. Maybe this was just a mistake... Maybe he did still hate her guts... But... Why did it have to be that way?... Why did he have to hate her, why did they have to be enemies??
'"Because she's a Mudblood!" His father's sour voice echoed in his head. Oh yes, he could imagine his father telling him his "She's living off fake and filthy blood... only pure-bloods are true wizards... Muggle borns are just filthy little-"'
'No! They're not!' Malfoy screamed to himself. 'I hate you father! I hate you I hate you I-' Malfoy suddenly snapped back to the real world. The sounds of the dinner plates and the morning smells came flying back to him. He was breathing heavily. He wanted to scream his head off. He had to get out of here.
He ran out of the Great Hall, and didn't stop until he had reached the empty Slytherin Common Room.
'What the hell's happening to me??' he felt like he was about to burst. He slammed his fist on the wall. 'Why is it that one minute I hate her, and the next I..." he couldn't say it. 'Malfoy' would never be able to say it. He wouldn't even be able to admit it to himself.
'Oh great. Well, it's all over then...' a silent tear began to roll down his cheek. 'Oh my god. I'm crying! Don't cry for God's sake!' There was something wrong. Malfoy was crying! 'It's over...' he whispered to himself after a short pause. The anger was rising within him like steam 'I can't change how I feel!' he raged, banging his fist on the wall again.
He just remembered what his first lesson was. His first lesson was History of Magic.
'Ah shit! I can't go to that lesson! I can't even look at Hermione!.. but, if I don't go, people will think that something's wrong... or that I'm scared of Potter... crap, It's going to be hard but I've got to go...' he sunk to the floor, sliding down the wall, covering his face with his hands.
'What am I going to do?...'
It was all over. He'd never felt this strongly about anybody before. His father would find out. It would be the end. It would be all over.
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He he! Chapter three was actually going to have loads of more things happening in it, but it went on a bit too long (and I know that I prefer to read short chapters, than about four huge ones). The fourth chap will be up in no time anyways cos I've basically typed it up ^.~
I drew a few pics to go with this fic but I've been having troubles with my computer so I can't put them up yet o... o well, u know wot u wanna do... REVIEW (:D
