Hand On Your Heart
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Oh my God...Don't ask about the last chapter...
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"If you're going to take points from me and give me a lecture about being Head Girl, you can forget it!" Hermione yelled back, her face purple and her breathing fast and shallow. "I give up the title of Head Girl!" Everyone went wide-eyed as they all fell silent. No one in their right minds expected Hermione to lash out like this...Especially not at Dumbledore. "Come with me, Granger." A cold voice rang in her ear as she gritted her teeth, turning around she saw Professor McGonagall standing behind her. Making her way out of the Great Hall, McGonall kept her hands clenched in her pocket. Hermione followed her, a dark look of hatred spreading across her face. Following McGonagall into the hallway, Hermione muttered something to herself.
"Have a seat." McGonagall nodded towards the chair, closing the door behind them. Hermione sat down and folded her arms, her eyes narrowed. "If this is going to be a lecture about how a Head Girl should behave, then you can go and see Professor Snape." Hermione hissed, staring at McGonagall's desk. "He's the one that has my badge, I give up being Head Girl." Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk and shook her head, her stern gaze falling on Hermione through her glasses. "No, Miss Granger, this isn't a lecture about being Head Girl. No student, Head Girl or not, has the right to act as you did." Hermione looked up at her, her stare icy.
"Yeah? Well no student has the right to act how Weasley did either." Hermione muttered angrily. "He's the one who started it...Tell me, Professor. If someone had said that you were sleeping with one of your teachers, you'd want to punch them, wouldn't you? Especially if they didn't know the whole truth behind it."
"That's not the point, Granger. Whether you feel like punching him or not, it still doesn't say you can! I don't know what has happened to you, but I assure you, your parents will be hearing about this."
"Professor...Do you have any idea of how much I've been through?" Hermione demanded, rising from her chair slighty. "Sit down, Granger." McGonagall said sharply, but Hermione didn't move.
"I take that as a no." Hermione replied, glaring at her. "How would you feel if you were thrown aside by the one person you ever loved, almost killed yourself, ended up in your least favourite teacher's sleeping chamber and have stories spread about you?" Hermione asked quietly, each of her words like venom. "I know you wouldn't like it...Do you think I do? I don't know about you, but it's a goddamn lot to cope with! I don't need you breathing down my neck!" Hermione finished before storming out of McGonagall's office.
Hermione swallowed hard she she slammed the door behind her. "Hermione, are you okay?" Hermione spun around to see Harry standing beside her, he was obviously waiting out side McGonagalls office. "Yeah...I'm just peachy." Hermione answered saracastically, rolling her eyes. "Can't you tell I'm having the time of my life?"
"Hermione, I don't know why the hell you're acting like this, but you bloody well have to stop!" Harry suddenly snapped. "We've all got our own problems, Hermione, not just you!" Hermione just smirked nastily, her eybrows furrowed. "You know what? I think that you're just pissed off because no one's paying attention to your problems for a change."
"That's not true!" Harry yelled, his temper rising. "You know what, Hermione? I think that this is just a cover up story, you probably are sleeping with Snape! Why in the hell would he keep you in his sleeping chamber? Why didn't he put you in the Hospital Wing?"
Hermione fell silent as tears rolled down her face, still glaring at Harry. "I'm not sleeping with Snape, Harry." She answered coldly. "He's looking after me...He understands what I'm going through!" Harry just snorted.
"Sure, whatever Hermione. Can't you tell why he's doing it? It's obvious!"
"It's not true!" Hermione screamed. "He's been through the same thing! If it wasn't for him Madam Pomfrey would've sent me home! That's why I'm staying in his chambers!" Running off, Hermione whimpered loudly as her footsteps echoed through the hall. "Hermione! Wait!"
"Leave me alone, I've heard enough!"
Slamming the dungeon door hard behind her, Hermione sank to the floor, her back resting against the cold door. Placing her head in her hands, she gave a loud wail as tears ran down her face. "I never should've done what I did." She wept quietly, her fringe sticking to her face a little.
"I wouldn't say that..." Hermione looked up to find Snape standing in front of her, his hand out. Taking his hand, Hermione stood up. "Wh-Why? Would've been easier if I didn't." She murmered, looking at the ground, trying to avoid looking at Snape. "Maybe so. Better learning the hard way now than in a madhouse twenty years down the track." Hermione couldn't help but smile as she nodded a little.
"I guess you're right."
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A/N: Aww...You have to reveiw! I'm getting to the good bits now! Oh and when I've finished this fic, I just had a great idea for a sequel! ^_^;
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: Oh my God...Don't ask about the last chapter...
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"If you're going to take points from me and give me a lecture about being Head Girl, you can forget it!" Hermione yelled back, her face purple and her breathing fast and shallow. "I give up the title of Head Girl!" Everyone went wide-eyed as they all fell silent. No one in their right minds expected Hermione to lash out like this...Especially not at Dumbledore. "Come with me, Granger." A cold voice rang in her ear as she gritted her teeth, turning around she saw Professor McGonagall standing behind her. Making her way out of the Great Hall, McGonall kept her hands clenched in her pocket. Hermione followed her, a dark look of hatred spreading across her face. Following McGonagall into the hallway, Hermione muttered something to herself.
"Have a seat." McGonagall nodded towards the chair, closing the door behind them. Hermione sat down and folded her arms, her eyes narrowed. "If this is going to be a lecture about how a Head Girl should behave, then you can go and see Professor Snape." Hermione hissed, staring at McGonagall's desk. "He's the one that has my badge, I give up being Head Girl." Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk and shook her head, her stern gaze falling on Hermione through her glasses. "No, Miss Granger, this isn't a lecture about being Head Girl. No student, Head Girl or not, has the right to act as you did." Hermione looked up at her, her stare icy.
"Yeah? Well no student has the right to act how Weasley did either." Hermione muttered angrily. "He's the one who started it...Tell me, Professor. If someone had said that you were sleeping with one of your teachers, you'd want to punch them, wouldn't you? Especially if they didn't know the whole truth behind it."
"That's not the point, Granger. Whether you feel like punching him or not, it still doesn't say you can! I don't know what has happened to you, but I assure you, your parents will be hearing about this."
"Professor...Do you have any idea of how much I've been through?" Hermione demanded, rising from her chair slighty. "Sit down, Granger." McGonagall said sharply, but Hermione didn't move.
"I take that as a no." Hermione replied, glaring at her. "How would you feel if you were thrown aside by the one person you ever loved, almost killed yourself, ended up in your least favourite teacher's sleeping chamber and have stories spread about you?" Hermione asked quietly, each of her words like venom. "I know you wouldn't like it...Do you think I do? I don't know about you, but it's a goddamn lot to cope with! I don't need you breathing down my neck!" Hermione finished before storming out of McGonagall's office.
Hermione swallowed hard she she slammed the door behind her. "Hermione, are you okay?" Hermione spun around to see Harry standing beside her, he was obviously waiting out side McGonagalls office. "Yeah...I'm just peachy." Hermione answered saracastically, rolling her eyes. "Can't you tell I'm having the time of my life?"
"Hermione, I don't know why the hell you're acting like this, but you bloody well have to stop!" Harry suddenly snapped. "We've all got our own problems, Hermione, not just you!" Hermione just smirked nastily, her eybrows furrowed. "You know what? I think that you're just pissed off because no one's paying attention to your problems for a change."
"That's not true!" Harry yelled, his temper rising. "You know what, Hermione? I think that this is just a cover up story, you probably are sleeping with Snape! Why in the hell would he keep you in his sleeping chamber? Why didn't he put you in the Hospital Wing?"
Hermione fell silent as tears rolled down her face, still glaring at Harry. "I'm not sleeping with Snape, Harry." She answered coldly. "He's looking after me...He understands what I'm going through!" Harry just snorted.
"Sure, whatever Hermione. Can't you tell why he's doing it? It's obvious!"
"It's not true!" Hermione screamed. "He's been through the same thing! If it wasn't for him Madam Pomfrey would've sent me home! That's why I'm staying in his chambers!" Running off, Hermione whimpered loudly as her footsteps echoed through the hall. "Hermione! Wait!"
"Leave me alone, I've heard enough!"
Slamming the dungeon door hard behind her, Hermione sank to the floor, her back resting against the cold door. Placing her head in her hands, she gave a loud wail as tears ran down her face. "I never should've done what I did." She wept quietly, her fringe sticking to her face a little.
"I wouldn't say that..." Hermione looked up to find Snape standing in front of her, his hand out. Taking his hand, Hermione stood up. "Wh-Why? Would've been easier if I didn't." She murmered, looking at the ground, trying to avoid looking at Snape. "Maybe so. Better learning the hard way now than in a madhouse twenty years down the track." Hermione couldn't help but smile as she nodded a little.
"I guess you're right."
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A/N: Aww...You have to reveiw! I'm getting to the good bits now! Oh and when I've finished this fic, I just had a great idea for a sequel! ^_^;
