Lies, Friendship and Forgiveness?
Friendship is one of the strongest bonds you can have with someone. Friendship is something everyone needs. But if someone takes away that friendship it can completely destroy a person or change them for the better.
Has this ever happened to you? What was your outcome? Change or destruction?
Lies, good or bad? Does anyone know? People say that sometimes little white lies are ok, but are they right?
Everyone knows that big lies, will always backfire. Whether you notice or not.
Lying never gets you anywhere, unless its into someone's bad books. Lying is like cheating, you have to really know what you're doing or you'll end upstream in shit creek.
Forgiveness is something every wrong-doer craves. They need to know that what they've done is forgivable, and the only way to show them that is to forgive.
But what if it's beyond forgiveness? Where do you go from there?
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Late nights are what suited her best. She was a night person, an owl. She needed the cool night breeze to help her function, and she was never a morning person.
Most of the time she used her owl instincts for school work and for the greater good, but other times, well, every girls gotten be set loose.
Her cage was her house, she seemed to be locked away during the day. Of course she was meant to be locked away during the night, but whatever her mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Or so Hermione thought.
Every night for the past month Hermione had snuck out around 1 am and gone down to the local night club. Using a fake ID she'd magically made during the school year for times like these she was let in.
She'd mixed with the crowd alot and gotten to know the 'usuals'.
Ever since Harry's and Ginny's death, then after her parents divorce she had just wanted to rebel. She wanted life to be a risk, that's why she'd gotten involved with Troy.
She stopped outside the main entrance of the club. The bouncer, Ricky, she knew quite well now.
"Evening Mi" he said as she passed. She didn't need to show him her ID anymore, considering the fact that he saw her every night he worked. Ricky was on Wednesday's to Saturday's and Sleek was on Sunday's to Tuesday's.
Tonight was a Friday night, and Troy, and his boys, had a job for her. She had no idea what it was but she didn't want to disappoint her new friends. So she turned up.
She walked over to the bar, order a rum and coke then wandered over to Troy's usual seating area.
No one dared sit in Troy's seat, Troy practically owned the club. His brother was the manager and would do anything for Troy, like kick out the out-of-town-shit that was being 'too rough' with his ladies.
Troy wasn't in his seat, but Tre, his right-hand man was in the seat next to it.
"Mi" he said getting up and hugging her. Tre hadn't been around for a few days. Hermione and he had become quite close.
"Hey Tre" Hermione said softly, hugging him back.
She sat in the seat next to him and sipped her drink.
"Where's Troy?" she asked.
Tre shrugged. "Taking care of business from what I heard."
Hermione nodded. She knew what 'business' was. She knew that this type of business wasn't all paper and signage, it was guns and drugs.
She and Tre talking for about 10 minutes before Troy, Lip and Shortie arrived.
"Mi, Tre. How long you both been here?" Troy asked, taking his seat. Hermione shrugged, finishing her drink.
"15 minutes" Tre said in an off-hand kind of way.
"So is our girl ready for her job?" Lip asked, rubbing his hands together.
Lip was funny, Hermione loved his sense of humor. He had the ability to make everything funny, yet he was so serious all the time. Hermione found him more confusing than anything. He got his nickname from Troy. Troy had said he never knew when to keep his mouth shut, always giving everyone lip.
Hermione smiled, widely. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good" Troy said. "You're gunna need that confidence."
Hermione just nodded and got comfortable in her chair.
"Now remember this" Troy began to explain. "Remember the high-side gang at the club on the other side of town?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah."
"Well from what I hear they're getting in my business. Messing with our customers."
"So what am I going to do?" Hermione asked, half in thought.
"I need you to go there, you need to mingle with the high-side and I need you to get to know this guy" he pulled a photo from his pocket. It showed a blonde haired boy, with Ice blue eyes.
Hermione gasped. 'That's Draco' she thought.
"What's wrong?" Tre asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Nothing. So what does he do?"
Troy smiled. "He controls the entire drug sales on that side of town."
Hermione's mouth fell open. 'No way!' she thought. "Draco? Draco Malfoy? This was not possible.'
"So what exactly do you want me to find out?"
"Absolutely nothing. We just need someone to be apart of that crowd, but whatever you find out, I'd like to know."
Hermione nodded. "When do I have to go?"
"Now" Troy said leaning back in his chair. "Tre's gunna drop you off a block away and pick you up same place at 3, ok?"
Hermione nodded and put her glass on the table next to her. "Let's go."
Tre stood up and they left together.
"Leaving so soon guys?" Ricky asked at the door.
"Got business to do Rick" Tre said patting his shoulder.
***
They reached the block that Tre had to drop Hermione off at.
"Mi, be careful. ok?"
Hermione nodded and kissed his cheek. "Relax, I'll be fine."
She climbed out and made her way to the club.
She wished she could take her own advice. She was shaking inside, but she couldn't look weak to the guys.
What was she goes to say when she saw Draco? He didn't know she was with the others but he would think it weird that she was there.
She shrugged this aside when she saw the Bouncer, she couldn't let her nerves get the better of her.
It was only a few white lies, and it was for her friends. Lying for your friends wasn't a bad thing, was it?
She was inside the club and was making her way around the crowd. she saw Draco, he was at the bar.
She made her way over.
"Malfoy?" She said, pretending to besurprised to see him there.
"Granger?" Draco asked turning, dropping his drink. "What are you doing here?"
"This is a club, right?" Hermione asked, acting innocent.
Draco smiling. "Where are your stupid friends?"
Hermione froze, 'he knew about Troy?'
"Huh" she asked, confused.
"Weasel, Potty? Where are they?"
Hermione relaxed, then became slightly sad. "Ron's at home and well- Harry died" she looked down.
Draco's face froze in horror.
"What?" he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Harry died" Hermione repeated.
Draco suddenly felt really bad about his earlier comment, it wasn't a good thing to speak ill of the dead.
"I'm sorry" he said, to Hermione's surprise. "Let me get you a drink?" he offered.
Hermione accepted with a nod.
Soon they were sitting down, and chatting as if they were old friends.
Hermione'd told him all about Ginny, Harry and her parents divorce. Draco had listened and comforted her. She felt so strange. Draco was supposed to laugh in her face and walk off, muttering about her being a mudblood.
They'd gone through a few drinks when Hermione looked at her watch. It read 3:15.
"Oh no!" She jumped up.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, standing also.
"I've got to go" Hermione said.
She wobbled slightly. Draco gripped her arm.
"I'll give you a lift home."
Hermione shook her head. "No, I've got one."
"Then at least let me walk you out?"
Hermione shrugged. "Whatever" she said finally and Draco helped her out of the club.
Outside in the cool air, Hermione's head stopped hurting and she felt calmer.
She turned to go. Draco caught her arm once more. Hermione could see Tre's car on the corner. Draco pulled her into his arms.
"I'll see you soon?" he asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah" at least she hoped so. She liked being around Draco now. But was she becoming too attached to him?
Draco's lips brushed against hers. He pulled her closer and his mouth engulfed hers.
Hermione pulled away, remembering Tre. "Sorry Draco, I can't."
Draco nodded, shuffling his foot into the ground. "I know, I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled. "it's ok, I'll see you soon" she said quietly then wandered away from the noisey club.
She indicated -without Draco seeing- to Tre to go around the next corner, so Draco wouldn't see her get in his car.
***
Tre hadn't said anything to her the whole trip back. He pulled over at the club, turning to her.
"You're a bloody better actress than I thought" he said, almost deadly.
"What?" Hermione tried to play innocent, Tre saw right through it.
"I was so worried, you were so late and- and then you kissed him."
"He kissed me" Hermione protested.
"Whatever" Tre said and got out of the car.
Hermione followed. "Tre! Tre please, it was-"
"It was what?" Tre turned back to her.
Hermione said nothing.
"You know what Mi, I'm not sure if you're on our side anymore, you seemed quite cozy with that guy. Maybe you should go hang at that club."
"What are you saying? We aren't friends anymore, just because I kissed him?"
"I thought you said he kissed you" Tre shot.
"Whatever Tre, so we aren't friends?"
Tre turned back around and walked towards the club. Without looking at her he said, "I'm not sure anymore Mi, it's like you're one of them."
Hermione sighed. 'It was just a kiss' she thought. Then a new thought crossed her mind. 'Or was it?'
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To be continued-
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This stories lesson will be proved next chapter, tell me what you thought of this one. Love Elle xox.
Friendship is one of the strongest bonds you can have with someone. Friendship is something everyone needs. But if someone takes away that friendship it can completely destroy a person or change them for the better.
Has this ever happened to you? What was your outcome? Change or destruction?
Lies, good or bad? Does anyone know? People say that sometimes little white lies are ok, but are they right?
Everyone knows that big lies, will always backfire. Whether you notice or not.
Lying never gets you anywhere, unless its into someone's bad books. Lying is like cheating, you have to really know what you're doing or you'll end upstream in shit creek.
Forgiveness is something every wrong-doer craves. They need to know that what they've done is forgivable, and the only way to show them that is to forgive.
But what if it's beyond forgiveness? Where do you go from there?
*~*~*~*
Late nights are what suited her best. She was a night person, an owl. She needed the cool night breeze to help her function, and she was never a morning person.
Most of the time she used her owl instincts for school work and for the greater good, but other times, well, every girls gotten be set loose.
Her cage was her house, she seemed to be locked away during the day. Of course she was meant to be locked away during the night, but whatever her mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Or so Hermione thought.
Every night for the past month Hermione had snuck out around 1 am and gone down to the local night club. Using a fake ID she'd magically made during the school year for times like these she was let in.
She'd mixed with the crowd alot and gotten to know the 'usuals'.
Ever since Harry's and Ginny's death, then after her parents divorce she had just wanted to rebel. She wanted life to be a risk, that's why she'd gotten involved with Troy.
She stopped outside the main entrance of the club. The bouncer, Ricky, she knew quite well now.
"Evening Mi" he said as she passed. She didn't need to show him her ID anymore, considering the fact that he saw her every night he worked. Ricky was on Wednesday's to Saturday's and Sleek was on Sunday's to Tuesday's.
Tonight was a Friday night, and Troy, and his boys, had a job for her. She had no idea what it was but she didn't want to disappoint her new friends. So she turned up.
She walked over to the bar, order a rum and coke then wandered over to Troy's usual seating area.
No one dared sit in Troy's seat, Troy practically owned the club. His brother was the manager and would do anything for Troy, like kick out the out-of-town-shit that was being 'too rough' with his ladies.
Troy wasn't in his seat, but Tre, his right-hand man was in the seat next to it.
"Mi" he said getting up and hugging her. Tre hadn't been around for a few days. Hermione and he had become quite close.
"Hey Tre" Hermione said softly, hugging him back.
She sat in the seat next to him and sipped her drink.
"Where's Troy?" she asked.
Tre shrugged. "Taking care of business from what I heard."
Hermione nodded. She knew what 'business' was. She knew that this type of business wasn't all paper and signage, it was guns and drugs.
She and Tre talking for about 10 minutes before Troy, Lip and Shortie arrived.
"Mi, Tre. How long you both been here?" Troy asked, taking his seat. Hermione shrugged, finishing her drink.
"15 minutes" Tre said in an off-hand kind of way.
"So is our girl ready for her job?" Lip asked, rubbing his hands together.
Lip was funny, Hermione loved his sense of humor. He had the ability to make everything funny, yet he was so serious all the time. Hermione found him more confusing than anything. He got his nickname from Troy. Troy had said he never knew when to keep his mouth shut, always giving everyone lip.
Hermione smiled, widely. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Good" Troy said. "You're gunna need that confidence."
Hermione just nodded and got comfortable in her chair.
"Now remember this" Troy began to explain. "Remember the high-side gang at the club on the other side of town?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah."
"Well from what I hear they're getting in my business. Messing with our customers."
"So what am I going to do?" Hermione asked, half in thought.
"I need you to go there, you need to mingle with the high-side and I need you to get to know this guy" he pulled a photo from his pocket. It showed a blonde haired boy, with Ice blue eyes.
Hermione gasped. 'That's Draco' she thought.
"What's wrong?" Tre asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Nothing. So what does he do?"
Troy smiled. "He controls the entire drug sales on that side of town."
Hermione's mouth fell open. 'No way!' she thought. "Draco? Draco Malfoy? This was not possible.'
"So what exactly do you want me to find out?"
"Absolutely nothing. We just need someone to be apart of that crowd, but whatever you find out, I'd like to know."
Hermione nodded. "When do I have to go?"
"Now" Troy said leaning back in his chair. "Tre's gunna drop you off a block away and pick you up same place at 3, ok?"
Hermione nodded and put her glass on the table next to her. "Let's go."
Tre stood up and they left together.
"Leaving so soon guys?" Ricky asked at the door.
"Got business to do Rick" Tre said patting his shoulder.
***
They reached the block that Tre had to drop Hermione off at.
"Mi, be careful. ok?"
Hermione nodded and kissed his cheek. "Relax, I'll be fine."
She climbed out and made her way to the club.
She wished she could take her own advice. She was shaking inside, but she couldn't look weak to the guys.
What was she goes to say when she saw Draco? He didn't know she was with the others but he would think it weird that she was there.
She shrugged this aside when she saw the Bouncer, she couldn't let her nerves get the better of her.
It was only a few white lies, and it was for her friends. Lying for your friends wasn't a bad thing, was it?
She was inside the club and was making her way around the crowd. she saw Draco, he was at the bar.
She made her way over.
"Malfoy?" She said, pretending to besurprised to see him there.
"Granger?" Draco asked turning, dropping his drink. "What are you doing here?"
"This is a club, right?" Hermione asked, acting innocent.
Draco smiling. "Where are your stupid friends?"
Hermione froze, 'he knew about Troy?'
"Huh" she asked, confused.
"Weasel, Potty? Where are they?"
Hermione relaxed, then became slightly sad. "Ron's at home and well- Harry died" she looked down.
Draco's face froze in horror.
"What?" he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Harry died" Hermione repeated.
Draco suddenly felt really bad about his earlier comment, it wasn't a good thing to speak ill of the dead.
"I'm sorry" he said, to Hermione's surprise. "Let me get you a drink?" he offered.
Hermione accepted with a nod.
Soon they were sitting down, and chatting as if they were old friends.
Hermione'd told him all about Ginny, Harry and her parents divorce. Draco had listened and comforted her. She felt so strange. Draco was supposed to laugh in her face and walk off, muttering about her being a mudblood.
They'd gone through a few drinks when Hermione looked at her watch. It read 3:15.
"Oh no!" She jumped up.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, standing also.
"I've got to go" Hermione said.
She wobbled slightly. Draco gripped her arm.
"I'll give you a lift home."
Hermione shook her head. "No, I've got one."
"Then at least let me walk you out?"
Hermione shrugged. "Whatever" she said finally and Draco helped her out of the club.
Outside in the cool air, Hermione's head stopped hurting and she felt calmer.
She turned to go. Draco caught her arm once more. Hermione could see Tre's car on the corner. Draco pulled her into his arms.
"I'll see you soon?" he asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah" at least she hoped so. She liked being around Draco now. But was she becoming too attached to him?
Draco's lips brushed against hers. He pulled her closer and his mouth engulfed hers.
Hermione pulled away, remembering Tre. "Sorry Draco, I can't."
Draco nodded, shuffling his foot into the ground. "I know, I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled. "it's ok, I'll see you soon" she said quietly then wandered away from the noisey club.
She indicated -without Draco seeing- to Tre to go around the next corner, so Draco wouldn't see her get in his car.
***
Tre hadn't said anything to her the whole trip back. He pulled over at the club, turning to her.
"You're a bloody better actress than I thought" he said, almost deadly.
"What?" Hermione tried to play innocent, Tre saw right through it.
"I was so worried, you were so late and- and then you kissed him."
"He kissed me" Hermione protested.
"Whatever" Tre said and got out of the car.
Hermione followed. "Tre! Tre please, it was-"
"It was what?" Tre turned back to her.
Hermione said nothing.
"You know what Mi, I'm not sure if you're on our side anymore, you seemed quite cozy with that guy. Maybe you should go hang at that club."
"What are you saying? We aren't friends anymore, just because I kissed him?"
"I thought you said he kissed you" Tre shot.
"Whatever Tre, so we aren't friends?"
Tre turned back around and walked towards the club. Without looking at her he said, "I'm not sure anymore Mi, it's like you're one of them."
Hermione sighed. 'It was just a kiss' she thought. Then a new thought crossed her mind. 'Or was it?'
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To be continued-
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This stories lesson will be proved next chapter, tell me what you thought of this one. Love Elle xox.