BBehind their masks/B
Woohoo! I just love writing this fic!
DazedPanda - yes, Hermione is rich, and I can't tell you how Draco found out, because that will come through in later chapters!
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Hermione had an unexpected shiver down her spine. How could Harry do this to her? He was pretending to love her, he didn't feel for her at all. She thought he loved her. No, I won't stand for this, she told herself. I've been their best friend for almost seven years and this is how they treat me? She was going to break the relationship off right this minute. No-one was going to get any of her fortune, which she didn't even know about. Hermione was strong, and wasn't going to take the shit they'd given her. She left the dormitory without one word to anybody, knowing exactly where she was headed, the Quidditch pitch. Each step she took made her feel less and less confident, but she continued to remind herself that he couldn't make her marry him, and he couldn't take her fortune.
"I can do it," she said proudly, though no-one could hear her. She saw Harry and Ron, the practice must have ended, since Ron had Luna cuddling up to him, and Harry appeared to be flirting with Hannah Abbot. He was cheating on her already? Well, Hermione had too. She could never forget those stolen kisses with Draco. She barged up to Ron and Harry and said to Hannah sweetly,
"Excuse me Hannah, but could I please talk to Harry for a moment?" she smiled a fake smile, showing to much teeth.
"Ummm ... okay. So we'll be practicing every Friday nights, right Harry?" Hannah asked.
"Of course," Harry winked at her as he trudged after Hermione. She felt hurt, Friday nights were when they studied (and did a bit more) together!
"I thought we studied together on Friday nights!"
"Well, Hannah needed help with Quidditch! What are you here for, 'Mione?" he smiled at her, as if he loved her. Hermione didn't appear to have noticed this gesture and said to him, sternly,
"Do you love me, Harry?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Why do you love me, Harry?" he didn't appear to like the way this conversation was going, and his flawless face turned into a frown,
"Well ... why does a guy love a girl? It's just love!"
"I don't know, you tell me!"
"I love you because you're beautiful Hermione, and you're sweet ... although I don't think I like this new Hermione."
"Well then, you won't have to put up with me anymore, Harry! It's over, finished. I don't want to be with you anymore," and she turned around to leave. Harry grabbed her arm somewhat forcefully and asked,
"Hey, what's up with the change of attitude? You used to be all over me!"
"I'm not anymore. Goodbye Harry," and with that, Hermione rushed up to the Heads' area and locked the door of her room. Her life was perfect, it seemed, and it was all ruined because of her stupid, stupid fortune. She didn't need it at all! She was perfectly fine without it. But Harry had been so nice, and when he grabbed her, she felt all gooey like she always did. He didn't love her, however, and love was extremely important to Hermione. Crookshanks crawled onto her bed and she stroked him mindlessly,
"Crookshanks, why did it have to end this way?" although he didn't answer, his low purring was comforting, and she soon fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from all the happenings that day.
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Hermione woke to the sound of an owl's wins flapping. The owl hooted softly, and left before Hermione could see whose it was. It left a small roll of parchment tied up with a ribbon. Hermione decided that if it was from Harry, she would burn it immediately, but it wasn't from him, as she soon found out.
"Hey Hermione!
I am soooo stuck for ideas for robes, and I've grown out of my old ones! Please come with me to Hogsmeade to find something that suits me! I'll meet you in the Astronomy tower at two 'o clock tomorrow, if that's okay!
Lavender"
Hmmm ... perhaps a midnight blue would look good on her ... Hermione pondered what robe to choose. She noticed that she didn't seem too upset over breaking up with Harry. Perhaps it wasn't love. She didn't know what love felt like. But to her, Harry was a god, and she loved the perfect image of him and her together, even she didn't love Harry himself.
"Got a letter from wonderboy, Hermione?" this made Hermione jump, she had not expected someone to enter the room.
"None of your business, FERRET."
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing," she lied, although she had obviously had a bad day, and had dark circles under her eyes. Realising this, she utter a quick spell to get rid of them under her breath.
"So how is the relationship going with you two?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"Whatever, Granger. It's a tad obvious you broke up, but you don't seem to have cried much."
"I know."
"So you weren't in love with him," he knew how she felt. It gave her a creepy feeling, how could Malfoy know how she was feeling about the situation?
"I was!" she protested.
"You weren't. Hey, you look like you need a night in, how about we get the house elves to bring us up something?"
"That'd be nice ... but I don't want to to overwork them!"
"Don't worry, they take it as a compliment," and he went to fetch some, "What do you want?" he called.
"Whatever you're having," she replied.
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No, the letter isn't completely pointless, it's going to contribute to a lot of what happens next chapter!
Woohoo! I just love writing this fic!
DazedPanda - yes, Hermione is rich, and I can't tell you how Draco found out, because that will come through in later chapters!
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Hermione had an unexpected shiver down her spine. How could Harry do this to her? He was pretending to love her, he didn't feel for her at all. She thought he loved her. No, I won't stand for this, she told herself. I've been their best friend for almost seven years and this is how they treat me? She was going to break the relationship off right this minute. No-one was going to get any of her fortune, which she didn't even know about. Hermione was strong, and wasn't going to take the shit they'd given her. She left the dormitory without one word to anybody, knowing exactly where she was headed, the Quidditch pitch. Each step she took made her feel less and less confident, but she continued to remind herself that he couldn't make her marry him, and he couldn't take her fortune.
"I can do it," she said proudly, though no-one could hear her. She saw Harry and Ron, the practice must have ended, since Ron had Luna cuddling up to him, and Harry appeared to be flirting with Hannah Abbot. He was cheating on her already? Well, Hermione had too. She could never forget those stolen kisses with Draco. She barged up to Ron and Harry and said to Hannah sweetly,
"Excuse me Hannah, but could I please talk to Harry for a moment?" she smiled a fake smile, showing to much teeth.
"Ummm ... okay. So we'll be practicing every Friday nights, right Harry?" Hannah asked.
"Of course," Harry winked at her as he trudged after Hermione. She felt hurt, Friday nights were when they studied (and did a bit more) together!
"I thought we studied together on Friday nights!"
"Well, Hannah needed help with Quidditch! What are you here for, 'Mione?" he smiled at her, as if he loved her. Hermione didn't appear to have noticed this gesture and said to him, sternly,
"Do you love me, Harry?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Why do you love me, Harry?" he didn't appear to like the way this conversation was going, and his flawless face turned into a frown,
"Well ... why does a guy love a girl? It's just love!"
"I don't know, you tell me!"
"I love you because you're beautiful Hermione, and you're sweet ... although I don't think I like this new Hermione."
"Well then, you won't have to put up with me anymore, Harry! It's over, finished. I don't want to be with you anymore," and she turned around to leave. Harry grabbed her arm somewhat forcefully and asked,
"Hey, what's up with the change of attitude? You used to be all over me!"
"I'm not anymore. Goodbye Harry," and with that, Hermione rushed up to the Heads' area and locked the door of her room. Her life was perfect, it seemed, and it was all ruined because of her stupid, stupid fortune. She didn't need it at all! She was perfectly fine without it. But Harry had been so nice, and when he grabbed her, she felt all gooey like she always did. He didn't love her, however, and love was extremely important to Hermione. Crookshanks crawled onto her bed and she stroked him mindlessly,
"Crookshanks, why did it have to end this way?" although he didn't answer, his low purring was comforting, and she soon fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from all the happenings that day.
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Hermione woke to the sound of an owl's wins flapping. The owl hooted softly, and left before Hermione could see whose it was. It left a small roll of parchment tied up with a ribbon. Hermione decided that if it was from Harry, she would burn it immediately, but it wasn't from him, as she soon found out.
"Hey Hermione!
I am soooo stuck for ideas for robes, and I've grown out of my old ones! Please come with me to Hogsmeade to find something that suits me! I'll meet you in the Astronomy tower at two 'o clock tomorrow, if that's okay!
Lavender"
Hmmm ... perhaps a midnight blue would look good on her ... Hermione pondered what robe to choose. She noticed that she didn't seem too upset over breaking up with Harry. Perhaps it wasn't love. She didn't know what love felt like. But to her, Harry was a god, and she loved the perfect image of him and her together, even she didn't love Harry himself.
"Got a letter from wonderboy, Hermione?" this made Hermione jump, she had not expected someone to enter the room.
"None of your business, FERRET."
"What's up with you?"
"Nothing," she lied, although she had obviously had a bad day, and had dark circles under her eyes. Realising this, she utter a quick spell to get rid of them under her breath.
"So how is the relationship going with you two?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"Whatever, Granger. It's a tad obvious you broke up, but you don't seem to have cried much."
"I know."
"So you weren't in love with him," he knew how she felt. It gave her a creepy feeling, how could Malfoy know how she was feeling about the situation?
"I was!" she protested.
"You weren't. Hey, you look like you need a night in, how about we get the house elves to bring us up something?"
"That'd be nice ... but I don't want to to overwork them!"
"Don't worry, they take it as a compliment," and he went to fetch some, "What do you want?" he called.
"Whatever you're having," she replied.
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No, the letter isn't completely pointless, it's going to contribute to a lot of what happens next chapter!