Chapter 4: Justin
A/N: Yeah. I know, haven't updated in a trillion years, fire, brimstone, send your demons after me, but I have an excuse! I went to Utah, for nine days (okay, so that was a month ago). Ahh, well, the fic must go on.
Suddenly he sat straight up.
"My name, is not Malfoy. Its Justin."
Oh crap, not again. Who knows what would come next. "Er, fine then, Justin. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." He scratched the back of his blond head and looked up at me. "But who are you?"
"You mean you don't remember me?"
"Should I?" He asked, and cocked his head to the side.
"Uh... I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger." I extended my hand to him. He took it without hesitation and stood himself up.
"Its good to meet you then. What just happened?"
"There was a bug thing, and I froze it with my wand...".
"You're a witch too?"
"M- hm," I said, nodding.
"You couldn't tell by looking at you. I thought witches and wizards wore robes and pointy hats," he commented. "But you look, well you look really good."
Did I just see Malfoy blush?
"Thanks," I said mindlessly. "Mal- I mean, Justin, I think that I need to get you to the nurse. There has been some weird stuff going on, and I don't think that it would be a good idea for you and I to just stand out here. Come on," I ordered, beginning to walk away.
"Don't go!"
"Why not? We need to get you to Madame Pomfrey," I explained, turning around.
"There's nothing wrong with me, I swear. Lets just stay here for a while and talk."
"The day when you want to sit down and talk with me is the day when the planets fall out of alignment. Trust me, there is definitely something wrong with this here."
"What could be wrong with wanting to spend time with an awesomely beautiful girl like you?"
I breathed out a sigh. "Malfoy, Justin, who ever you are, cut it out. I don't have time for this. I'm confused enough already." I threw my hands up in exasperation.
"Tell me about it, then."
"Fine, fine, fine..."
Harry Potter Land: (A/n: wouldn't it be cool if they had one, k, never mind...)
"Harry Potter, you are a genius!" I stared at myself in the mirror, before spinning around and flopping in my bed.
"He's ruined, ruined, absolutely ruined!" I sang. "That spell will have worked perfectly. Nothing will stand in my way now, nothing at all."
I opened ninety- two packages of pixie sticks, and proceeded to masticate the whole lot at once. Needless to say I nearly choked to death.
"SUGAR! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Hermione Land:
"... So you see, it would make things so much easier if you would just go back to being your normal, evilly smooth self so that I can go back to hating you and not- not whatever this is!"
"I see," came his reply.
"Well, I certainly feel better. Got that offa my chest," I said with a sweet smile. "Shall we, then?"
"Not yet, I have something to say to you."
"Okay." I was confused again.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" I asked.
"For saying all of those things to you and being such a jerk. From what I can tell, you don't deserve a cent of it."
"Thanks," I drew out, confused.
"No, thank you. Everything is starting to make sense now, and its all because of you. You are... amazing." (A/n: flashback from spiderman...)
"I-I-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm," I started, not sure where this was going.
"So we're going to see this Madame Pomfrey now, aren't we?" He asked, brushing off his compliments.
"Yes," I said slowly. Suddenly I didn't want this change, I didn't want him to change. Here he was, one of the most innocent men in the world with the actual oppurtunity to use his heart. He was turning out to be a nice guy, good guy. Not evil, deatheater, lets conquer the world kind of guy. "Wait."
"What is it?" He asked, I noted a hint of surprise.
"Maybe we don't have to go see Madame Pomfrey, right this very moment."
"What are you saying?"
"W-well, I don't know, but... Maybe you're not sick. Maybe you'll turn back to normal by the end of the day or something," I said unconvincingly.
"B-but- I don't want to turn back into him! He sounds like a total- ass- if you'll excuse my french," he added politely.
"He's not a total ass. Okay, that would be a lie. You're- he's- not a complete ass to the whole school. There are select few who are able to tolerate him. Although I have no idea how."
"Hermione, please don't let her change me back. It will probably involve some sort of shot. I hate needles, and I'd hate having to be an ass to you. You're my only friend!" He said, looking claustrophobic. And that's when it happened. That's when I saw something I'd rather not have. Or at least not like this.
"Oh God!" I growned. "Justin, don't cry!"
"Its all (sob) so sad! I mean (sniffle) I'll have to be something (sob) I'm not! I just (sob) want (sob) to be lo-oved! (Major sob)" His head crashed onto my shoulder, and I am definitely not one who wants people to 'lean on me'.
"Justin, this has got to stop now! You can't cry- not now!" He sobbed harder on my shoulder, and I felt this great surge of pity. Poor boy, I thought.
"Hermione (Sniffle) you're the only one who understands me! I want (sniffle) to change. Will you help me?"
"I-I," I stuttered. He wanted me to help him. Why should I? Well, he did help me. But that was before. Who knows when, and if, he'll ever go back to being normal Malfoy. I could change him! I could change the world! "Sure."
"Really?" he said, taking his head off of my shoulder. "You'll be my best friend?"
"Yeah I guess so."
"Promise me one thing! Will you take care of me no matter what?"
"Er, I promise. But you have to do something for me."
"What?"
"You can't tell anyone what's going on."
"Alright. It will be just like a game! A fun little game! I've always loved candyland, what about you? The ice princess was so pretty. Did you know that one time I dressed up like her? But don't tell anyone. But of course you won't, because you're my new best friend. Oh Merlin!" He said, exasperated. "You're my only friend! I don't have any other friends, what will I do?"
"Calm down boy, geesh! Cry me a river-"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"Nothing, just-"
"You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it"
I looked at him oddly. What in the world? He started walking around in a circle, throwing menacing glares at the sky as he continued to... sing.
"You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river-er
Cry me a river
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
I know that they say
That somethings are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)
Okay. I know that I thought that there was nothing worse than seeing Malfoy cry. But there is something worse, something far worse. Watching him try to break dance.
A/n: Lol. Well, I updated. I got three reviews that told me to keep going, so I did. Happy? Drop a review. Bleh, you guys made me feel guilty for not updating. But I plan on updating more, I promise! I bet y'all are wondering what will happen next! Malfoy, breackdancing? You've got to be kidding me... Lets just say the next chapter may be painful...