Cupidz Moft
Disclaimer: I AM NOT BOTHERING TO MENTION THIS AGAIN. I DON'T OWN ANYTHIGN. J.K. ROWLING DOES. AND IF SOMEONE IS STUPID ENOUGH TO NOT BELIEVE THAT, GO FIGURE!
Chapter 3-The Howler
Hermione looked at the howler in her lap. Should she open it? Who in the world would send her a howler? Ah! Dumbledore. She opened up the howler, expecting Dumbledore's voice would pop out. But it wasn't Dumbledore who had sent it. It was surprisingly, Ron Weasley's.
"HERMIONE! WHAT THE FUCK WAS YOU FATHER THINKING? FUCKING MY MOTHER? HE SHOULD BE IN JAIL, AND DEAD! I'M GLAD HE IS DEAD. OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER. HOW CAN YOU BETRAY ME? HOW CAN YOUR FATHER RAPE MY MOTHER? IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD? STAY AWAY FROM THE WEASLEYS. IF YOU ARE GOING TO BETRAY US GRYFFINDORS, YOU MIGHT AS WELL JOIN SLYTHERIN!" Hermione burst into tears at this. Her father didn't rape Mrs. Weasley. Her mother even knew that it was just a fling between her ex husband and Molly Weasley! Actually, more of a fling. But still, how can their friendship be over? The friendship between the 'immature' adults are probably over, but the friendship between the teenagers? That is just simply unfair. Hermione ran out of the kitchen and into her mother's lap.
"I heard. What kind of a letter is that?" Mrs. Granger said, eyes widening. Hermione sniffed.
"I'm sorry mum. I'm sorry that this ever happened. If I could, I'd change it all. Really!" she cried.
"You can never reverse time, sweetheart. Not even with an hourglass, this is fatal death. We can't change that. But he still loves you. And one day I think your friend, Ron is it?" She looked at her daughter. Hermione nodded her head. "Yes, Ron will one day forgive you. Don't worry. Just give it time. Just give it time."
A week passed by and Hermione wrote a letter to Harry. She explained everything, and cried her heart out. He was definitely going to understand. Probably not taking either sides of the story, but he was still going to know the truth. That's what real friends are. 'I don't need the fucking Weasel!' she thought to herself. But then she cried again and again, thinking that she did need her best friends. Friends were the center of life. Everything. Everything began with friends. Even lovers! But then a thought dawned on her, did Dumbledore know about the howler? And the real story? She'd definitely contact him.
Soon the month was over and Hermione had to go to Hogwarts again, leaving her mother all alone in the big, spacious house. Maybe they should move somewhere cozier, smaller, for just the two of them. After all her father was shot and there wasn't anything that can be done.
"Bye, Mum. I am going to miss you SO much! Just wish me luck in Hogwarts, will you?" she said one last time in the train station.
"Yes, dear. You go on! Have a great time. Now remember now I'm staying at your grandmother's place until we clear out and find a place of our own. Now please, just go! You'll be late! I'll be fine!!!" Hermione's mother planted a kiss on her daughter's head and watched her as she pushed her way forward into platform 9 ¾ and step into the train. Obviously, she couldn't see her step into the train. As Mrs. Granger passed Molly Weasley, she turned her head to the other side and stepped out of the train station and headed to her car.
"Come along Harry, Ron! You'll be late!" she head Mrs. Weasley tell her kids and Harry. Wait, Harry was with Ron? How could Hermione, her daughter's best friend betray her and stab her in the back. Then she remembered that Harry NEVER replied back to Hermione's letter. Something was wrong. Very wrong!
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Hermione checked all of the doors on the train compartment until the last one. Then she opened it up and found Harry, Ron, Ginny and Lavender all sitting in the train. Ron got up as fast as he can and pointed it to Hermione's face. Hermione, startled as she was stepped back and looked at her former best friend.
"Get the fuck away from us!" he yelled at Hermione. "We don't need you, you bloody tramp!" He roared out into the hallway. Hermione started crying as she left her best friends behind. As she left, she saw Harry, Ginny, and Lavender's faces all turning to the other way, not even looking at her. Then Hermione made her way back to the front, looking for an extra seat. But all seats were taken as she passed. So she made her way back to the back of the train and opened a door.
There, sitting inside was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. She quickly turned away, rubbing her eyes when one of them caught her wrist.
"Let go, Crabbe!" she pleaded. "Please let go of my hand!" she started whimpering. Then the pain forced into her, making her screech. "You're hurting my wrist!"
"Drop it, Crabbe!" yelled Malfoy. "Just ask what she wants."
"What do you want, Mudblood?" asked Crabbe taking Malfoy's command. In this case, Malfoy was Snape and Crabbe was Malfoy, taking direct orders without hesitation.
"I, I just wanted to know if I could sit here. But obviously I made the wrong turn," she said quietly. Then she turned her head away from them.
"Alright. Sit down," commanded Malfoy, pointing to the empty spot next to him.
"That's alright, I'll find another place," she started but he gave her a devil's glare and she impulsively sat down. Crabbe and Goyle eyed her with disgust as she sat next to Malfoy.
"So, what's been happening?" he asked as if they were all old buddies.
"Nothing," she murmured.
"Oh yeah? Then why aren't you sitting with your fellow Gryffindors?" he asked.
"That's none of your concern, Malfoy." She answered.
He sneered at her and then started talking about Quidditch plans with his friends. She opened her knapsack and rummaged inside for a book. Then she started reading all the way until Hogwarts.
Halfway along the ride, they would all give her snotty glares as if she were filth. And in their heads, they absolutely thought she WAS filth. All except Malfoy, who was watching her closely. Why wasn't she with her friends? Did she finally realize that they were all assholes who cared about nothing but fame? Then Malfoy broke the two hour silence.
"Crabbe, Goyle, get out of the room!" Malfoy said to them. They stared at him as if he were doing ballet, wearing a pink tutu. They were shocked. "Go on. You heard what I said. I need to talk to this one alone." Hermione looked at him, and then suddenly smiled. Finally, someone who would actually listen to her.
As Crabbe and Goyle left, he walked up and sat down at the opposite chair of Hermione and stared into her beautiful cinnamon eyes. She really changed this year, he thought. After all she grew curves and her breasts became fuller. Maybe he would actually fall for her. But he snapped the idea out of his head.
"Why aren't you with your fellow Gryffindors?" he repeated.
"I'm not friends with them, not anymore," she said simply as if she were answering the question of 'What is 5-3?'.
"Oh yeah?" he perked up his eyebrows.
"Yes," came out a simple reply like before.
"Why the hell not?" he said meanly.
"Malfoy, I don't want to talk about this," came her reply and she buried her nose inside the book again.
"What happened over the summer?" he ignored her answer and continued staring at her body.
"Stop staring at me." She said plainly and then continued reading.
"Okay. Then maybe LATER you can tell me." He answered simply and knocked on the door, telling Crabbe and Goyle to come back in. In came Crabbe and Goyle, and now they all sat hunched together in one seat while Hermione took the other one. They all looked squished, until finally Malfoy cursed after Goyle farted and then he sat next to Hermione again.
"Honestly, Goyle! What the FUCK is wrong with you?" Malfoy said. Goyle blushed, as if taking in a compliment from a girl.
Hermione giggled as she made room for Malfoy. "I guess it's one of those times when he can't hold it in," she said slowly. Then, to her surprise all three of them started laughing. Then, all was calm again and she continued reading her book.