A/N: This is the start of a pretty long story. I have been working on this
tirelessly, and will continue to do so as long as I feel the need to slack
off in class. There is some violence, death, snogging (LOTS), cuss words,
tobacco, booze and possibly even drugs, so it's not for the reader looking
for a goody-good story.
Chapter One: A Book from the Heart
"I never told you how much I hate you,
But trust me, I once did try.
Even though you hurt me so much
I long for you to be by my side.
I never wanted to feel this way.
I guess I will beg for you to disappear
I don't want to care for you anymore
I wouldn't care if I had the choice,
But I don't.
You're my only hope.
I hate you for it, it's true
Even though I do love you
And to you I will stay true
'Cuz you, you're my only hope."
.she wrote, then closed her trusty spiral-bound journal. It was filled with poems, songs, and phrases about everything. She even copied an old poem she memorized in her first year. It would be a while before she forgot the Sorcerer's Stone.
Hermione Granger looked at her watch, and was shocked to see that she had spent the entire History of Magic lesson writing in her book, only a few feet away from the person that it was written to. She started packing up her books as a bell sounded. She crammed her last notebook in her bag, and walked out, where two tall figures were waiting for her.
"Ugh. I'm so hungry. I can't wait until dinner starts. I wonder what they're serving," a voice said to Hermione's left. She turned to look at her tall, redheaded, freckly friend.
She faked an expression of disgust and replied, "Ron Weasley, you are completely and utterly appalling!"
Her other friend, Harry Potter, laughed on her right side. "Speaking of appalling, can I see your notes on Switching Spells? I think I'm missing a key factor in my 'How-To' part," he asked.
Hermione nodded, and dove into her bag, looking for her Transfiguration notebook, when she noticed that a compartment was empty. With a gasp, Hermione realized that she didn't have her journal.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "My b-book! It's not here!"
She started checking all the compartments of her bag when a cold voice in her ear drawled, "Looking for this, Granger?"
Hermione turned around in horror, only to find Draco Malfoy holding her precious notebook.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Hermione asked coolly. Her face was one of utmost disgust that the smirking little git dared to come near her. She hadn't forgotten everything that had happened since Lord Voldemort returned, and from the expression on his face, he hadn't either.
Ron and Harry were standing behind Hermione, waiting for Malfoy to make a move. Malfoy noticed this and laughed. "Oh, look, it's Potty and the Weasel, coming to help their Mudblood friend when she's in trouble. You know, Weasel, your little whore can take care of herself," he taunted. Harry had to hold Ron back, and Hermione had her wand hand on her wand. Malfoy continued, "Hmm, let's see what Granger's written. Anything about her poor parents?" Hermione flinched slightly and flushed a little. 'If he goes there, I swear I will hex him straight to next year.' "Well, ooh! Let's read what Granger spent the last hour writing." and he trailed off as he began to read the poem she had just written.
Both Ron and Harry made to attack Malfoy, but desisted when they looked at Hermione. She stood, wand pointed at him, a look of deadly calm on her face. 'If he reads that entire poem.' "Give the book back, Malfoy, or I'll have to hex you," she whispered.
Malfoy finished reading the poem, and, turning slightly red, looked at Hermione, obviously trying to read her, but her eyes were stone cold. Ron kept looking between the two of them.
After an entire minute of the two staring at each other, Malfoy looked away at Harry and Ron. "So, Hermione, you never did tell your little, buddies, what happened the other summer, did you?" Ron was utterly confused, and Harry was more than just a little angry, for he started slowly reaching for his wand. Hermione only sat there, hatred oozing out of her veins, almost daring him to say more. Malfoy threw the book on the ground and Ron immediately picked it up. "Well, I should tell them what happened if you didn't. You see, Potty, I went on a little trip-of-sorts with Hermione the summer before last. I can't believe she didn't tell you."
"Let me guess, you and your dad tried to kill Hermione, on Voldemort's orders, but our side thwarted yours. again," Harry spat, completely disgusted.
Malfoy laughed. "Wrong, Potty. Close, but wrong. Well, let's see. our side scored a win. again. Mudblood and I had some. fun. too. I mean, Crabbe and Goyle couldn't believe I scor-"
"STUPEFY!" Hermione screamed, Stunning Malfoy midword. She was shaking all over and was amazed at the familiarity of the situation. She was staring at Malfoy with a mixture of hatred, sadness, and much agony. Even though she wouldn't show it, she was also afraid. She was very afraid.
COMING SOON: After the Head Girl and Boy get a conference with the Headmaster, Hermione takes a trip down memory lane and deals with painful memories and feelings in: Chapter Two: That Evil Summer.
Chapter One: A Book from the Heart
"I never told you how much I hate you,
But trust me, I once did try.
Even though you hurt me so much
I long for you to be by my side.
I never wanted to feel this way.
I guess I will beg for you to disappear
I don't want to care for you anymore
I wouldn't care if I had the choice,
But I don't.
You're my only hope.
I hate you for it, it's true
Even though I do love you
And to you I will stay true
'Cuz you, you're my only hope."
.she wrote, then closed her trusty spiral-bound journal. It was filled with poems, songs, and phrases about everything. She even copied an old poem she memorized in her first year. It would be a while before she forgot the Sorcerer's Stone.
Hermione Granger looked at her watch, and was shocked to see that she had spent the entire History of Magic lesson writing in her book, only a few feet away from the person that it was written to. She started packing up her books as a bell sounded. She crammed her last notebook in her bag, and walked out, where two tall figures were waiting for her.
"Ugh. I'm so hungry. I can't wait until dinner starts. I wonder what they're serving," a voice said to Hermione's left. She turned to look at her tall, redheaded, freckly friend.
She faked an expression of disgust and replied, "Ron Weasley, you are completely and utterly appalling!"
Her other friend, Harry Potter, laughed on her right side. "Speaking of appalling, can I see your notes on Switching Spells? I think I'm missing a key factor in my 'How-To' part," he asked.
Hermione nodded, and dove into her bag, looking for her Transfiguration notebook, when she noticed that a compartment was empty. With a gasp, Hermione realized that she didn't have her journal.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "My b-book! It's not here!"
She started checking all the compartments of her bag when a cold voice in her ear drawled, "Looking for this, Granger?"
Hermione turned around in horror, only to find Draco Malfoy holding her precious notebook.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Hermione asked coolly. Her face was one of utmost disgust that the smirking little git dared to come near her. She hadn't forgotten everything that had happened since Lord Voldemort returned, and from the expression on his face, he hadn't either.
Ron and Harry were standing behind Hermione, waiting for Malfoy to make a move. Malfoy noticed this and laughed. "Oh, look, it's Potty and the Weasel, coming to help their Mudblood friend when she's in trouble. You know, Weasel, your little whore can take care of herself," he taunted. Harry had to hold Ron back, and Hermione had her wand hand on her wand. Malfoy continued, "Hmm, let's see what Granger's written. Anything about her poor parents?" Hermione flinched slightly and flushed a little. 'If he goes there, I swear I will hex him straight to next year.' "Well, ooh! Let's read what Granger spent the last hour writing." and he trailed off as he began to read the poem she had just written.
Both Ron and Harry made to attack Malfoy, but desisted when they looked at Hermione. She stood, wand pointed at him, a look of deadly calm on her face. 'If he reads that entire poem.' "Give the book back, Malfoy, or I'll have to hex you," she whispered.
Malfoy finished reading the poem, and, turning slightly red, looked at Hermione, obviously trying to read her, but her eyes were stone cold. Ron kept looking between the two of them.
After an entire minute of the two staring at each other, Malfoy looked away at Harry and Ron. "So, Hermione, you never did tell your little, buddies, what happened the other summer, did you?" Ron was utterly confused, and Harry was more than just a little angry, for he started slowly reaching for his wand. Hermione only sat there, hatred oozing out of her veins, almost daring him to say more. Malfoy threw the book on the ground and Ron immediately picked it up. "Well, I should tell them what happened if you didn't. You see, Potty, I went on a little trip-of-sorts with Hermione the summer before last. I can't believe she didn't tell you."
"Let me guess, you and your dad tried to kill Hermione, on Voldemort's orders, but our side thwarted yours. again," Harry spat, completely disgusted.
Malfoy laughed. "Wrong, Potty. Close, but wrong. Well, let's see. our side scored a win. again. Mudblood and I had some. fun. too. I mean, Crabbe and Goyle couldn't believe I scor-"
"STUPEFY!" Hermione screamed, Stunning Malfoy midword. She was shaking all over and was amazed at the familiarity of the situation. She was staring at Malfoy with a mixture of hatred, sadness, and much agony. Even though she wouldn't show it, she was also afraid. She was very afraid.
COMING SOON: After the Head Girl and Boy get a conference with the Headmaster, Hermione takes a trip down memory lane and deals with painful memories and feelings in: Chapter Two: That Evil Summer.