Recap: After spending the night with Hermione's best friend Johnny (nothing
raunchy) Johnny tells her he has a girlfriend.
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Hermione didn't say anything for a minute, but she didn't actually look like her feelings were hurt. "Who is it?" 'Please don't be her! Anyone but HER!' She thought to herself. She could tell by Johnnies face who he was going to say.
" Hermione" was all he could get out.
"Asshole, I really couldn't care less if you have a girlfriend, but its HER." She screamed at the top of her lungs, 'OH he's not getting off that easy' she thought. "You know what I'm happy that you broke this off, cuz I can't get into a relationship with a muggle or someone I only see two months a year. AND I'm leaving tomorrow anyways, so you can take that bitch Sara, my mortal enemy, and shove 'er"
"Herm, I know you hate her, but we have something together, that's why I didn't tell you" This wasn't enough to calm her down so he added on. "Don't worry I haven't told anyone that you're a"
But she didn't let his finish his sentence. The window was wide open behind him so she took fates hand with this one, and shoved him as hard as she could. As soon as he fell she poked her head out to find him crumpled on the grass moaning. She couldn't fight back the giggles ready to burst out. She looked across the street and found the neighbours staring at her, she waved and slammed the window shut. "Serves him right. Any one stupid enough to get with that bitch disserved to be pushed out of a second story window!"
Sara was a best friend to Hermione. They used to go everywhere together. Attached at the hip, they were. Then there was a mutiny. At the age of 11 when Hermione got her letter from Hogwarts. Sara hated the fact that she wasn't witch material, so she told everyone. Of coarse no one believed her. Hermione had told them all that she was being sent to live with her aunt during the school year because they have the best private school where she was. Sara was left in the dust. Hermione threatened that if she told one more person, she'd turn her into the ink she writes with. Hermione wasn't going to let what happened between her and John let her down, she went down stairs to get some breakfast. She made her way to the kitchen and found her mother and father sitting there with the boy that should be crawling back to his own house. "Shouldn't you be running to your bitch right now?" She glared at John, avoiding the shocked spouts coming from her mum and dad.
John stood up, "Look Hermione." Gawd she hated him. BAM. She socked him right in the eye.
"You don't know the shit I've had to go through this year. When I told you what had happened this year, I only told you all the good stuff. I didn't tell you that one of my friends needs to be constantly trailed away from death herself, and the other is a moping prick who lets his anger control him. I may be the best damn witch they have there, and I know that they're going to make me Head Girl, but not going to stand her with a traitor, I've already met enough."
With that she left them in a daze and went to her room to write Ron:
Dear Ron,
I can't wait to go to the World Cup Quidditch Championships, I haven't really been following it, but I'm sure you'll fill me in. Be Careful when you go to get Harry, I should be there in a day or two. I know I said that I was going to come at the end of the month, however, I've run into trouble. See you in no time.
Love From Hermione
With that she sent the letter off with an owl she borrowed for the summer from the delivery place in Diagon Alley. She threw all of her things into her trunk, grabbed Crookshanks and ran downstairs. Her parents came into the foyer after they heard the thunking on the stairs. "Where do you think your going Ms. Granger?" Her father asked.
"Away from here! Ron invited me to go and see the World Cup Quidditch Championships, and I'm going right now. Toodles!" She said with a smirk and left.
A cab was waiting for her at the end of the drive, she threw her stuff in the trunk and jumped in the back seat. "The train station." She mumbled. Off she went.
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Hermione didn't say anything for a minute, but she didn't actually look like her feelings were hurt. "Who is it?" 'Please don't be her! Anyone but HER!' She thought to herself. She could tell by Johnnies face who he was going to say.
" Hermione" was all he could get out.
"Asshole, I really couldn't care less if you have a girlfriend, but its HER." She screamed at the top of her lungs, 'OH he's not getting off that easy' she thought. "You know what I'm happy that you broke this off, cuz I can't get into a relationship with a muggle or someone I only see two months a year. AND I'm leaving tomorrow anyways, so you can take that bitch Sara, my mortal enemy, and shove 'er"
"Herm, I know you hate her, but we have something together, that's why I didn't tell you" This wasn't enough to calm her down so he added on. "Don't worry I haven't told anyone that you're a"
But she didn't let his finish his sentence. The window was wide open behind him so she took fates hand with this one, and shoved him as hard as she could. As soon as he fell she poked her head out to find him crumpled on the grass moaning. She couldn't fight back the giggles ready to burst out. She looked across the street and found the neighbours staring at her, she waved and slammed the window shut. "Serves him right. Any one stupid enough to get with that bitch disserved to be pushed out of a second story window!"
Sara was a best friend to Hermione. They used to go everywhere together. Attached at the hip, they were. Then there was a mutiny. At the age of 11 when Hermione got her letter from Hogwarts. Sara hated the fact that she wasn't witch material, so she told everyone. Of coarse no one believed her. Hermione had told them all that she was being sent to live with her aunt during the school year because they have the best private school where she was. Sara was left in the dust. Hermione threatened that if she told one more person, she'd turn her into the ink she writes with. Hermione wasn't going to let what happened between her and John let her down, she went down stairs to get some breakfast. She made her way to the kitchen and found her mother and father sitting there with the boy that should be crawling back to his own house. "Shouldn't you be running to your bitch right now?" She glared at John, avoiding the shocked spouts coming from her mum and dad.
John stood up, "Look Hermione." Gawd she hated him. BAM. She socked him right in the eye.
"You don't know the shit I've had to go through this year. When I told you what had happened this year, I only told you all the good stuff. I didn't tell you that one of my friends needs to be constantly trailed away from death herself, and the other is a moping prick who lets his anger control him. I may be the best damn witch they have there, and I know that they're going to make me Head Girl, but not going to stand her with a traitor, I've already met enough."
With that she left them in a daze and went to her room to write Ron:
Dear Ron,
I can't wait to go to the World Cup Quidditch Championships, I haven't really been following it, but I'm sure you'll fill me in. Be Careful when you go to get Harry, I should be there in a day or two. I know I said that I was going to come at the end of the month, however, I've run into trouble. See you in no time.
Love From Hermione
With that she sent the letter off with an owl she borrowed for the summer from the delivery place in Diagon Alley. She threw all of her things into her trunk, grabbed Crookshanks and ran downstairs. Her parents came into the foyer after they heard the thunking on the stairs. "Where do you think your going Ms. Granger?" Her father asked.
"Away from here! Ron invited me to go and see the World Cup Quidditch Championships, and I'm going right now. Toodles!" She said with a smirk and left.
A cab was waiting for her at the end of the drive, she threw her stuff in the trunk and jumped in the back seat. "The train station." She mumbled. Off she went.