Chapter 14
Hermione felt like the girl in that mugglemovie with Freddie Prinze Jr., what was it called, 'She's All That' or something. Stupid. Why had she kissed him anyway? He had probably cast a spell on her. That asshole. All guys were assholes. Only thinking of themselves. Except Derek ofcourse. He was different, he was kind. She suddenly got scared. What if Derek found out about this, her kissing Malfoy? He would never forgive her! He could never find out. She had now arrived at the Great Hall, and she looked around. People were laughing, eating and dancing. Everybody was having a good time. She smiled a little when she saw Harry, he was 'dancing' around a group of girls with a stupid smile on his face. He jumped up-and-down, looking pathetic. The girls looked at him for a while, then they giggled and walked away. Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. The food looked delicious, but she couldn't eat. Damn Malfoy. Whatever she did, she couldn't get him out of her head. His pale skin, his... oh GOD! She shook away the feeling. Damn him. She looked around for Ron, but he wasn't anywhere. She saw Sandra sitting at the Hufflepuff table with her friends, but she wasn't smiling like the others were. She was also looking around, probably searching for Ron too. Why wasn't he here already? He knew Sandra was waiting for him. Sandra finally stood up and walked out from the hall. Poor girl. Only fifteen... Hermione suddenly felt a cold breeze, and she shivered.
"Hello again, beautiful," the familiar, whispering voice said into her ear. She felt someone sit down next to her. She quickly stood up, but she felt cold fingers run through her hair, and she shivered again. She walked over to Harry, who now was sitting on a chair next to the wall. He was looking angry. She sat down beside him.
"Harry, something..."
"Where the hell have you been?" He cut in. She looked around, frightened.
"Nowhere, but there is..."He cut in again.
"Where is Ron?"
"Please..."
"At least that bastard is getting some!" He muttered.
"HARRY! LISTEN TO ME!" She hissed, but he had now laid his eyes on Cho Chang, who was standing alone. He still hadn't made a move on her, he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Now he took a deep breath and stood up.
"Wish me luck," he said, and walked towards Cho. Hermione felt like crying. She was scared to death, Ron wasn't here, Derek wasn't here either, and Harry left her alone. She felt the cold breeze again.
"Left alone, are you? You shouldn't be alone..." The voice said. She felt a pair of lips touch hers, and then the room got warm again. She wanted to leave. Now. But that meant that she had to walk alone, and she was too scared to do that. This person, she knew it was a male, was obviously stalking her, and he could do anything. She wanted to throw up. She felt someone sit down beside her.
"Look, Granger, I just..." She knew who it was, it was Malfoy. She stood up, not looking at him, and walked away. Out from the Great Hall, away from Malfoy, away from everything. When she was alone, she started to run. Just in case. She ran to Gryffindor Tower, stumbled inside, and stopped. She was panting now, and she walked up to the dormitory, and into the bathroom. Then she froze. There was blood on the floor, alot of blood. She heard a noise, turned her head, and gasped. Sandra was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Her skirt was red from all the blood, and she was crying. Her face was really white, it looked like she was going to past out any minute.
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J.Fo's note: Hello again everyone! Sorry for this short chapter, and sorry I haven't written sooner. :( And bytheway, I'm disappointed! Only four reviews!? Grrrrrrrrr. Review MORE! please please please! And if I get more reviews, maybe I'll write more.*hint hint* Well, hope you enjoyed it :)
Hermione felt like the girl in that mugglemovie with Freddie Prinze Jr., what was it called, 'She's All That' or something. Stupid. Why had she kissed him anyway? He had probably cast a spell on her. That asshole. All guys were assholes. Only thinking of themselves. Except Derek ofcourse. He was different, he was kind. She suddenly got scared. What if Derek found out about this, her kissing Malfoy? He would never forgive her! He could never find out. She had now arrived at the Great Hall, and she looked around. People were laughing, eating and dancing. Everybody was having a good time. She smiled a little when she saw Harry, he was 'dancing' around a group of girls with a stupid smile on his face. He jumped up-and-down, looking pathetic. The girls looked at him for a while, then they giggled and walked away. Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. The food looked delicious, but she couldn't eat. Damn Malfoy. Whatever she did, she couldn't get him out of her head. His pale skin, his... oh GOD! She shook away the feeling. Damn him. She looked around for Ron, but he wasn't anywhere. She saw Sandra sitting at the Hufflepuff table with her friends, but she wasn't smiling like the others were. She was also looking around, probably searching for Ron too. Why wasn't he here already? He knew Sandra was waiting for him. Sandra finally stood up and walked out from the hall. Poor girl. Only fifteen... Hermione suddenly felt a cold breeze, and she shivered.
"Hello again, beautiful," the familiar, whispering voice said into her ear. She felt someone sit down next to her. She quickly stood up, but she felt cold fingers run through her hair, and she shivered again. She walked over to Harry, who now was sitting on a chair next to the wall. He was looking angry. She sat down beside him.
"Harry, something..."
"Where the hell have you been?" He cut in. She looked around, frightened.
"Nowhere, but there is..."He cut in again.
"Where is Ron?"
"Please..."
"At least that bastard is getting some!" He muttered.
"HARRY! LISTEN TO ME!" She hissed, but he had now laid his eyes on Cho Chang, who was standing alone. He still hadn't made a move on her, he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Now he took a deep breath and stood up.
"Wish me luck," he said, and walked towards Cho. Hermione felt like crying. She was scared to death, Ron wasn't here, Derek wasn't here either, and Harry left her alone. She felt the cold breeze again.
"Left alone, are you? You shouldn't be alone..." The voice said. She felt a pair of lips touch hers, and then the room got warm again. She wanted to leave. Now. But that meant that she had to walk alone, and she was too scared to do that. This person, she knew it was a male, was obviously stalking her, and he could do anything. She wanted to throw up. She felt someone sit down beside her.
"Look, Granger, I just..." She knew who it was, it was Malfoy. She stood up, not looking at him, and walked away. Out from the Great Hall, away from Malfoy, away from everything. When she was alone, she started to run. Just in case. She ran to Gryffindor Tower, stumbled inside, and stopped. She was panting now, and she walked up to the dormitory, and into the bathroom. Then she froze. There was blood on the floor, alot of blood. She heard a noise, turned her head, and gasped. Sandra was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Her skirt was red from all the blood, and she was crying. Her face was really white, it looked like she was going to past out any minute.
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J.Fo's note: Hello again everyone! Sorry for this short chapter, and sorry I haven't written sooner. :( And bytheway, I'm disappointed! Only four reviews!? Grrrrrrrrr. Review MORE! please please please! And if I get more reviews, maybe I'll write more.*hint hint* Well, hope you enjoyed it :)
