A week had passed, and Draco still hadn't even done so much as look at Hermione. Hermione had given into Harry's pleads and agreed to go out with him- but each kiss, touch, night- it meant nothing to her. All she wanted was Draco- even with each time he passed her in the hallways without saying a word to her. Even though using her best friend as bait weighed on her heart- she couldn't remove Draco from it.
Harry felt happy that he'd gotten what he wanted, but he still felt horrible with each time Hermione's eyes filled up with pain as Malfoy passed by them, Pansy hanging on his arm, whispering things about her in his ear. Pansy hadn't said much to him since she'd gotten Draco back- and even though their evil plan was still taking effect, he wished he'd never gotten into the mess he was in. The diary- a fake little book of lies Pansy had written one night with his help- all out of desperation to get what they wanted. All out of greed.
***
Draco turned the diary over in his hands one night, sitting alone in the common room. "Malfoy." He looked up and saw Millicent Bulstrode standing there, looking nervous. "Yeah?"
"There's something I have to tell you."
"What?"
Millicent sat down beside him, taking a deep breath.
"It's about that diary."
Draco looked down at it and back at her. "What about it?
"It isn't real."
"What?!"
Millicent shook her head. "Pansy wrote it." She swallowed. "With help from...someone else."
"You?!"
"No, not me. No."
"But YOU were the one who gave it to me!"
"Pansy told me to!"
"Must you do everything that bitch tells you? It'll only lead you no where!"
"Let me finish!"
Draco's eyes were filled with anger, and he clenched the book in his hands. Millicent continued.
"Pansy didn't do it alone."
"Who helped her?"
She took a breath, and steadied herself.
"Harry Potter."
***
Draco stormed down the hallway, searching for Hermione. He felt horrible for what he'd said to her- his mind racing with what she was probably feeling. He found her, walking arm-in-arm with no one but the one and only Harry Potter. Draco ran towards her, grabbing her shoulder. "Hermione, wait." He said as she turned to face him. "I'm sorry," he said, out of breath. "I'm so sorry." Hermione glared at him, remembering what he'd said. "Don't you think you've said enough, Malfoy?" She said, using his last name rather then his first. She wanted him to feel the pain he'd made her feel since she'd met him. He stood, speechless. "Don't have anything else much to say, eh? Well, nothing to a filthy mudblood like me, at least, huh?" "Hermione, listen, please," he said, grabbing her arm as she turned to walk away. Harry pushed his hand away, stepping in front of Hermione. "Harry." Hermione said softly, trying to make him back off.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry growled, glaring at him. Malfoy glanced at Hermione, seeing the anger in her eyes. He threw his cloak to the side and pushed up his sweater sleeves, holding his hands out, ready to fight. Harry shoved his own cloak at Hermione, and she took a step back to balance herself. "Harry, Malfoy, no." She said, trying not to raise her voice. "Bet it hurts, doesn't it?" Harry said softly so only Draco could hear him. "Seeing the girl you want with your enemy. But, I don't blame you. I mean, your girl killed herself, so I figured you'd come after mine." Draco swung at Harry, hitting him in the jaw and sending him to the floor. "Harry!" Hermione yelled, glaring at Draco. Harry quickly got up, putting his hands out again. "That all you got? Come on, you'd think you'd fight for what you want a little more- but you obviously didn't fight for Felicity-" Draco punched him again, in the stomach, Harry's breath catching in his throat, his hands holding his stomach as he fell to the floor. People gathered around them, chanting "Fight! Fight!" Some rooted them on, Slytherins hollaring at Draco. "Kick his Scar-Face ass!" One yelled. Harry got back up again, sucking in air. This time, he didn't mouth off, he just went to punch Draco, but Draco grabbed his hand, pulling it down and kneeing him in the stomach.
Hermione was standing outside the ring of people, watching in horror. Harry got up, and took a quick swing at Draco, nailing his jaw. Draco stumbled but remained standing, looking at Harry. His lip was bleeding, and he looked inches from passing out, so Draco waited until he walked closer to him to act. But Harry was too quick, tackling him down and wrapping his bony fingers around Draco's neck. "Harry! GET OFF OF HIM!" Hermione shrieked, pushing through the crowd towards them. Harry pushed her aside, turning back to Draco. Hermione kicked Harry hard in the side, causing him to fall over, letting go of Draco. Hermione crawled to Draco's side, taking his head in her lap. Draco pushed her hands away and sat up, looking over at Harry. "You wrote that diary, huh?" Draco said, standing up and looking down at him. "You wanted her so bad that you would do anything, eh?" Draco kicked him, causing Harry to wince in pain. "What the FUCK were you thinking, Potter?" Draco growled, kicking him again. "What did you think you were playing at?!?" Draco kicked him hard one more time before Hermione pushed him away.
A professor pushed through the crowd, taking Draco by the end of his ear. "Granger, help Potter to the hospital wing." The professor looked back at Draco, who was wincing every time she pulled on his ear. "And you, young man, will come with me." Draco gave Hermione a pained look as the professor tugged him down the hallway and out of sight. Hermione waited for Harry to get up on his own, glaring at him. "You wrote that diary?" She said once he was standing. "You wrote it, just to get me away from Draco?!?" Hermione was fuming. "You thought that if Draco hated me, you would get me and that would be that?!?" Hermione kicked him hard in the groin, sending him falling to the floor again. "How fucking selfish can a person be?" She paused. "Jealousy will get you no where."
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Did you like it? I promised another chapter- so there it is. Alrighty so now the truth is out- what will happen with Dra. and Her.?
You'll find out in the next chappie, which I will add tomorrow.
sara
PS: FYI-there's more twists to come ;) ::wink wink::
Harry felt happy that he'd gotten what he wanted, but he still felt horrible with each time Hermione's eyes filled up with pain as Malfoy passed by them, Pansy hanging on his arm, whispering things about her in his ear. Pansy hadn't said much to him since she'd gotten Draco back- and even though their evil plan was still taking effect, he wished he'd never gotten into the mess he was in. The diary- a fake little book of lies Pansy had written one night with his help- all out of desperation to get what they wanted. All out of greed.
***
Draco turned the diary over in his hands one night, sitting alone in the common room. "Malfoy." He looked up and saw Millicent Bulstrode standing there, looking nervous. "Yeah?"
"There's something I have to tell you."
"What?"
Millicent sat down beside him, taking a deep breath.
"It's about that diary."
Draco looked down at it and back at her. "What about it?
"It isn't real."
"What?!"
Millicent shook her head. "Pansy wrote it." She swallowed. "With help from...someone else."
"You?!"
"No, not me. No."
"But YOU were the one who gave it to me!"
"Pansy told me to!"
"Must you do everything that bitch tells you? It'll only lead you no where!"
"Let me finish!"
Draco's eyes were filled with anger, and he clenched the book in his hands. Millicent continued.
"Pansy didn't do it alone."
"Who helped her?"
She took a breath, and steadied herself.
"Harry Potter."
***
Draco stormed down the hallway, searching for Hermione. He felt horrible for what he'd said to her- his mind racing with what she was probably feeling. He found her, walking arm-in-arm with no one but the one and only Harry Potter. Draco ran towards her, grabbing her shoulder. "Hermione, wait." He said as she turned to face him. "I'm sorry," he said, out of breath. "I'm so sorry." Hermione glared at him, remembering what he'd said. "Don't you think you've said enough, Malfoy?" She said, using his last name rather then his first. She wanted him to feel the pain he'd made her feel since she'd met him. He stood, speechless. "Don't have anything else much to say, eh? Well, nothing to a filthy mudblood like me, at least, huh?" "Hermione, listen, please," he said, grabbing her arm as she turned to walk away. Harry pushed his hand away, stepping in front of Hermione. "Harry." Hermione said softly, trying to make him back off.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy." Harry growled, glaring at him. Malfoy glanced at Hermione, seeing the anger in her eyes. He threw his cloak to the side and pushed up his sweater sleeves, holding his hands out, ready to fight. Harry shoved his own cloak at Hermione, and she took a step back to balance herself. "Harry, Malfoy, no." She said, trying not to raise her voice. "Bet it hurts, doesn't it?" Harry said softly so only Draco could hear him. "Seeing the girl you want with your enemy. But, I don't blame you. I mean, your girl killed herself, so I figured you'd come after mine." Draco swung at Harry, hitting him in the jaw and sending him to the floor. "Harry!" Hermione yelled, glaring at Draco. Harry quickly got up, putting his hands out again. "That all you got? Come on, you'd think you'd fight for what you want a little more- but you obviously didn't fight for Felicity-" Draco punched him again, in the stomach, Harry's breath catching in his throat, his hands holding his stomach as he fell to the floor. People gathered around them, chanting "Fight! Fight!" Some rooted them on, Slytherins hollaring at Draco. "Kick his Scar-Face ass!" One yelled. Harry got back up again, sucking in air. This time, he didn't mouth off, he just went to punch Draco, but Draco grabbed his hand, pulling it down and kneeing him in the stomach.
Hermione was standing outside the ring of people, watching in horror. Harry got up, and took a quick swing at Draco, nailing his jaw. Draco stumbled but remained standing, looking at Harry. His lip was bleeding, and he looked inches from passing out, so Draco waited until he walked closer to him to act. But Harry was too quick, tackling him down and wrapping his bony fingers around Draco's neck. "Harry! GET OFF OF HIM!" Hermione shrieked, pushing through the crowd towards them. Harry pushed her aside, turning back to Draco. Hermione kicked Harry hard in the side, causing him to fall over, letting go of Draco. Hermione crawled to Draco's side, taking his head in her lap. Draco pushed her hands away and sat up, looking over at Harry. "You wrote that diary, huh?" Draco said, standing up and looking down at him. "You wanted her so bad that you would do anything, eh?" Draco kicked him, causing Harry to wince in pain. "What the FUCK were you thinking, Potter?" Draco growled, kicking him again. "What did you think you were playing at?!?" Draco kicked him hard one more time before Hermione pushed him away.
A professor pushed through the crowd, taking Draco by the end of his ear. "Granger, help Potter to the hospital wing." The professor looked back at Draco, who was wincing every time she pulled on his ear. "And you, young man, will come with me." Draco gave Hermione a pained look as the professor tugged him down the hallway and out of sight. Hermione waited for Harry to get up on his own, glaring at him. "You wrote that diary?" She said once he was standing. "You wrote it, just to get me away from Draco?!?" Hermione was fuming. "You thought that if Draco hated me, you would get me and that would be that?!?" Hermione kicked him hard in the groin, sending him falling to the floor again. "How fucking selfish can a person be?" She paused. "Jealousy will get you no where."
~*~
Did you like it? I promised another chapter- so there it is. Alrighty so now the truth is out- what will happen with Dra. and Her.?
You'll find out in the next chappie, which I will add tomorrow.
sara
PS: FYI-there's more twists to come ;) ::wink wink::