CupidzMoft
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Last time on Chapter 7-
Then he reached into his robes and pulled out a knife.
"Don't do it, Ron!" Hermione screamed. She ran over to her former best friend and snatched the pocketknife away from his reach. "You're crazy! Psychotic. Let's go to Madam Pomfrey!" she shouted.
"Ron, baby. Please, I'll give you blow jobs any time," Padma pleaded.
"You're the best thing that happened to me, Padma." Ron kissed Padma ferociously and then leapt back. He took his knife away from Hermione before slicing her hand. She shrieked in pain as Harry and Padma made their way over to her. But Padma continued walking near Ron.
"I love you, Ron. And if you die, then so will I." Ron took her hand and he opened up the window. He pushed her towards it first, and she quietly obeyed. She jumped out the window. Suddenly he let his hand go as her eyes grew as wide as an egg shell.
"HAHAHAH! Die, Padma Patil! DIE!" he screamed. Then he blew an air kiss before walking calmly out of the Gryffindor Common room.
Chapter 8-
Harry stormed out of the common room as quickly as he could after Ron departed. He left a weeping Hermione on the couch. 'She'll be safe as long as if she's in the common room,' he thought. What the four didn't notice was that Ginny Weasley was watching from the shadows.
As quickly as she could, she jumped up right after Harry left. "Oh, Hermione! Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. She picked up Hermione's hand. It was bleeding. Her pinky looked swollen and she looked horrible. Ginny quickly transformed a book lying on the coffee table into an emergency kit. She quickly rummaged in the box until she pulled out cotton. She wrapped it around Hermione's hand, and ushered her towards the door. "C'mon. Let's go to Madame Pomfrey. She'll help us! Hurry up, Hermione!" She carefully dragged Hermione's wrist out of the portrait hole.
They passed the dungeons (A/N-I don't know where the hospital wing is… so I just … put it here. WHATEVER!) and continued walking. Soon the girls heard footsteps coming behind them. Four feet were walking. Ginny quickly turned her head to see the strangers following them.
"SHIT!" she groaned. "Crabbe and Goyle, get away from us!" she said.
"Why? We don't have to listen to Gryffindor arses like you!" one of them shouted. Ginny couldn't see if it was Crabbe or Goyle. Either way they were fat and stupid.
"Can't you see I'm busy here? Or are you too STUPID to even know you're STUPID?" she asked in an annoying tone.
Suddenly the taller one (A/N-I think that's Goyle!) reached forward and looked at Hermione's arm. "She's hurt," he told Crabbe. Crabbe just shrugged and whistled a Muggle tune.
"What is going on here?" Hermione asked weakly, looking up from her hand to the brainless Slytherins. She saw a figure walking near them. It was getting closer, and closer, and soon… Draco Malfoy was standing near Crabbe and Goyle.
"What do you want?" he asked them, before looking at Hermione. He turned his head away from them and saw Hermione's bleeding hand. "What the fuck?" he muttered. Draco quickly walked over to Hermione and took her hand away form Ginny's. Ginny looked up, surprised. What was he doing? Why was he protecting one of her closest friends?
"Malfoy, please get her to the hospital wing as soon as possible," Ginny pleaded. "He sliced her hand," she added quickly under her breath.
"Who did?" he commanded, looking at Ginny.
"Ron," she said quietly, not looking back at Draco's piercing gaze.
"Why?" he said, his voice calm.
"He's been crazy ever since he found out our mother was… raped. But she wasn't. Those were lies. She was having an affair," she explained.
"Rape… affair?" he asked, confused.
"Look it's really complicated. Just get Hermione to Madame Pomfrey please?" she said, quickly changing the subject.
"Alright." He reached for his wand in his robe and muttered something under his breath. Soon Hermione's body floated all the way to Madame Pomfrey's. She was floating very fast, as if she were on a broomstick trying to catch a snitch.
As soon as all of the teenagers arrived in the infirmary, they saw Hermione's body on one of the beds. Madame Pomfrey was carefully examining her hand. Soon she gave Hermione a sweet potion and all of the pain in her hand drifted away. 'She's a good mediwitch,' Hermione thought as she looked up at the peers standing in front of her.
"Thanks, Ginny. Draco," Hermione said.
"Anytime, Hermione. You know I'm always there for you," Ginny said.
"Yeah," Draco muttered. He didn't want the youngest Weasley to know that they have been secretly liking each other.
"GET OUT!" roared Madame Pomfrey. "I need my space! GO!" she ushered the teens out of the room and started examing her hand again. "You can leave in half an hour. The damage isn't that bad. What happened?"
"A small cut," Hermione replied. She closed her eyes and sunk into the pillows on the bed. "Will this potion have any side effects?"
"It will make you sleepy. That's why you get to leave very soon," replied Madame Pomfrey.
"Good," she mumbled.
Harry grabbed Ron by the robes and pinned him to a tree. "Go get her body," he commanded. Ron shuffled on his feet a bit, before he started coughing. Harry immediately let go. But quickly after Ron recovered, he pulled him back.
"What are you THINKING, Ron?" he screamed.
"It's fun," he replied.
"It's crazy! How can you kill her? She didn't do anything but like you. Maybe even love you! You've been with her since fifth year! Why are you killing her all of a sudden?"
"You want to know the truth, eh?" Ron answered.
"Yes. I WANT to know the TRUTH!" Harry roared.
"Alright. I got tired of her. Fucking her was like fucking a dead corpse. She's as still as a dummy. I don't want her. I want someone… more like Hermione. She's hot!" Ron finished.
"Just because she's not good in bed you dump her? What kind of boyfriend are you, Ron?" Harry asked, surprised at his best friend's behavior.
"One of a kind. Now we better burn the body before Doublecock catches us."
"Don't you say that about our Headmaster!" Harry said defensively.
"Aww… Acting just like Hagrid! What's with you, mate? Why are you so… nice?" he managed to blurt out.
"What's with YOU? What happened over the summer had NOTHING to do with you. Hermione said that your mother and her father were lovers! GET OVER IT!"
"Well, I've changed. See, it's just not that my mother slept with Mr. Granger. It's that I want to be a bad boy. Goodie, goodie Ron won't get me nowhere! Now, answer it for yourself. Will being good get you anywhere?" Ron asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact!" said Harry. Then he let go of Ron's robes. "We better go before someone sees us. Come on!" He said. But Ron's face was as pale as a ghost's. Harry turned around. He saw a dead Padma Patil walking towards them.