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Allie-Thanks!
Hero-Thanks! Yeah, I like making Ron evil for some reason... hehe! I might do that here, I dunno. Yeah, I think he's better evil than Harry, too.
dracoluva99-Sorry! I have to (well, I don't HAVE to but...) do that... I always do that in my fics! Hehe! Don't worry, she'll get back together with him soon... not this chapter, but soon. I already have it written out.
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Sweet-I know... Poor Malfoy... Thanks!
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Discoveries-18-The Talk With Craig
Hermione was really confused. She didn't know what she should do. He just told her her loved her... but she was still being her stubborn self, and refusing to tell him that she felt the same way. And even though she'd explained numerous times to her friends and house members, that she was seeing Malfoy no longer, they wouldn't believe her. So she might as well go back to him...
"Watch it!" she said, as someone pushed past her and nearly knocked her over. She regained her balance, and saw just in time, as Malfoy turned into a classroom a few feet in front of her. "Why the NERVE of him!" she cried, in outrage.
~*~*~
"Hey, little... I mean, BIG guy," some second year said, pushing a very chubby first year a bit. "How-" push "-ya-" push "-doing?" Push. This time he actually fell down on his back, in a mud puddle.
Hermione watched as this happened, and then quickly rushed over to the boy, as the other two left. "Here," she said, holding out her hand, which he accepted, and stood up. He looked awful. He was all covered in mud, and he even had a bruise on his eye, and a cut on his lip where a few drops of blood ran down his chin.
"What happened?" she asked. "What did those second years do?"
"Oh... it's n-nothing... really. They always pick on me like that. I'm fine now, though," the boy said.
Her eyes were still full of concern, as she asked, "Do you want me to take you to Madam Pomfrey?"
"W-Who?" he asked. "Oh wait... the hospital wing, you mean?"
"Yes. She'll fix you right up, and get rid of those cuts and bruises."
"N-N-No. I'm fine," he said.
"Just the same, I'm going to take you," she insisted, holding onto one of his hands and taking him to the castle. After a while she didn't need to hold his hand, because he just automatically followed her.
"So, what's your name, anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Craig... Craig Yokiva."
"Oh, that's right. I saw you at the sorting. I thought you looked familiar."
"Why? Because I'm fat?" he asked, but not really expecting an answer.
She didn't really want to give him one, though, so it worked out well. Because that WAS what she had thought when she first saw him, and that WAS how she recognized him after he said his name. Because he was a little on the heavy side... okay, REALLY on the heavy side. That's why he got picked on, she supposed.
"I'm in Gryffindor, as well," Hermione said.
"Then how come I never see you there?" he asked, confused.
"Oh! It's because I'm Head Girl this year, and me and the Head Boy have different living quarters. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way," she added, forgetting she hadn't said that before.
"Oh, nice to meet you," he said.
He was really polite! She wouldn't have known that from looking at him. He was sort of like a younger version of Neville, she supposed. Well... in a way. Neville was picked on often because he wasn't very bright, but this boy was because of his looks. Both were quiet, or at least, she THOUGHT this boy was.
"Nice to meet you, too," she said. Just then, they had reached the Hospital Wing. "Well, here we are," she said, walking him inside.
Madam Pomfrey saw their arrival, and left the person she was working on, to come over and see what happened. "What's happened?" she asked.
"Oh, some boys were picking on Craig, here, and he got bruised and cut. I thought you could just fix him a little," Hermione said.
"Why of course!" Madam Pomfrey said. "Right this way, child," she said, leading Craig to another bed, and sitting him down. He waved good-bye to Hermione, and she did the same, smiling at him.
"That poor kid," she said to herself, as she left. "Why do people have to be so cruel?"
"I don't know, you know... that's a very good question."
Hermione spun around, and saw Malfoy looking at her. She didn't say anything, and he said no more. Instead he just continued walking right past her.
~*~*~
"Hermione!" a small voice said.
She spun around searching for it's owner. "Oh, hi Craig!" she said, spotting him running over to her. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes. Much better. Thank you for taking me to the hospital wing."
"Oh, no problem. I'm glad you're feeling well," Hermione said. "So, what class do you have now?"
"Double Potions with the Slytherins," he said, sounding really depressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know how you feel. But you know, you're going to have to learn to get used to it sometime... you'll have it until you graduate."
"Really?!" he asked, as if it was the end of the world.
She nodded. "Afraid so. I do, too. And I'm not so fond of it, either. I never muched liked the Slytherins. Well, except for...... nevermind."
"Except for, what? Who?" Craig asked.
"Nobody important. I'll see you later, Craig!" she said, going to her next class, which, unfortunately, was Arithmancy... with Malfoy.
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Allie-Thanks!
Hero-Thanks! Yeah, I like making Ron evil for some reason... hehe! I might do that here, I dunno. Yeah, I think he's better evil than Harry, too.
dracoluva99-Sorry! I have to (well, I don't HAVE to but...) do that... I always do that in my fics! Hehe! Don't worry, she'll get back together with him soon... not this chapter, but soon. I already have it written out.
sabriel of lothlorien-Thanks! I will.
Sweet-I know... Poor Malfoy... Thanks!
umi3-Thanks a lot! :D Here's more! Hehe!)
Discoveries-18-The Talk With Craig
Hermione was really confused. She didn't know what she should do. He just told her her loved her... but she was still being her stubborn self, and refusing to tell him that she felt the same way. And even though she'd explained numerous times to her friends and house members, that she was seeing Malfoy no longer, they wouldn't believe her. So she might as well go back to him...
"Watch it!" she said, as someone pushed past her and nearly knocked her over. She regained her balance, and saw just in time, as Malfoy turned into a classroom a few feet in front of her. "Why the NERVE of him!" she cried, in outrage.
~*~*~
"Hey, little... I mean, BIG guy," some second year said, pushing a very chubby first year a bit. "How-" push "-ya-" push "-doing?" Push. This time he actually fell down on his back, in a mud puddle.
Hermione watched as this happened, and then quickly rushed over to the boy, as the other two left. "Here," she said, holding out her hand, which he accepted, and stood up. He looked awful. He was all covered in mud, and he even had a bruise on his eye, and a cut on his lip where a few drops of blood ran down his chin.
"What happened?" she asked. "What did those second years do?"
"Oh... it's n-nothing... really. They always pick on me like that. I'm fine now, though," the boy said.
Her eyes were still full of concern, as she asked, "Do you want me to take you to Madam Pomfrey?"
"W-Who?" he asked. "Oh wait... the hospital wing, you mean?"
"Yes. She'll fix you right up, and get rid of those cuts and bruises."
"N-N-No. I'm fine," he said.
"Just the same, I'm going to take you," she insisted, holding onto one of his hands and taking him to the castle. After a while she didn't need to hold his hand, because he just automatically followed her.
"So, what's your name, anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Craig... Craig Yokiva."
"Oh, that's right. I saw you at the sorting. I thought you looked familiar."
"Why? Because I'm fat?" he asked, but not really expecting an answer.
She didn't really want to give him one, though, so it worked out well. Because that WAS what she had thought when she first saw him, and that WAS how she recognized him after he said his name. Because he was a little on the heavy side... okay, REALLY on the heavy side. That's why he got picked on, she supposed.
"I'm in Gryffindor, as well," Hermione said.
"Then how come I never see you there?" he asked, confused.
"Oh! It's because I'm Head Girl this year, and me and the Head Boy have different living quarters. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way," she added, forgetting she hadn't said that before.
"Oh, nice to meet you," he said.
He was really polite! She wouldn't have known that from looking at him. He was sort of like a younger version of Neville, she supposed. Well... in a way. Neville was picked on often because he wasn't very bright, but this boy was because of his looks. Both were quiet, or at least, she THOUGHT this boy was.
"Nice to meet you, too," she said. Just then, they had reached the Hospital Wing. "Well, here we are," she said, walking him inside.
Madam Pomfrey saw their arrival, and left the person she was working on, to come over and see what happened. "What's happened?" she asked.
"Oh, some boys were picking on Craig, here, and he got bruised and cut. I thought you could just fix him a little," Hermione said.
"Why of course!" Madam Pomfrey said. "Right this way, child," she said, leading Craig to another bed, and sitting him down. He waved good-bye to Hermione, and she did the same, smiling at him.
"That poor kid," she said to herself, as she left. "Why do people have to be so cruel?"
"I don't know, you know... that's a very good question."
Hermione spun around, and saw Malfoy looking at her. She didn't say anything, and he said no more. Instead he just continued walking right past her.
~*~*~
"Hermione!" a small voice said.
She spun around searching for it's owner. "Oh, hi Craig!" she said, spotting him running over to her. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes. Much better. Thank you for taking me to the hospital wing."
"Oh, no problem. I'm glad you're feeling well," Hermione said. "So, what class do you have now?"
"Double Potions with the Slytherins," he said, sounding really depressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I know how you feel. But you know, you're going to have to learn to get used to it sometime... you'll have it until you graduate."
"Really?!" he asked, as if it was the end of the world.
She nodded. "Afraid so. I do, too. And I'm not so fond of it, either. I never muched liked the Slytherins. Well, except for...... nevermind."
"Except for, what? Who?" Craig asked.
"Nobody important. I'll see you later, Craig!" she said, going to her next class, which, unfortunately, was Arithmancy... with Malfoy.
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