Chapter nine
A/N: Holy crap, I'm such a lazy ass. Sorry I haven't updated in forever (for those of you that are still into the story..) but I forgot I had an account on here. Heh. But its Summer and I'll try to update more, okay? Hope you like the next chapter, too. Read and Review. Thanks.
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Once inside the boy's dorm, Harry and Seamus found Ron on his bed, writing on parchment for the homework he said he would be working on. Harry knew that what happened was bugging Ron to no end, and it seemed to give his friend all the more reason to kill Malfoy. Sitting back on his bed, looking at Seamus, the two exchanged glances before getting ready for bed that night.
"Stupid ferret boy.. dumb ass.. I hate him. And I hate her, too.." Ron mumbled lowering his face more towards the paper. Harry caught the last part of his ranting and arched a brow. "Ron?" he questioned. "What??" Ron asked a bit too loudly, looking up at his friend.
"Nothing.. never mind," Harry replied, figuring now wasn't the best time to ask Ron anything. Neville came into the room a few minutes later and sensed the tension among everyone. Knowing it was best to ask Harry what was wrong, he walked over to his bed with a worried look. "What's wrong with Ron? Why does he look so mad and murderous?" he asked. Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Neville – you wouldn't believe us if we told you," he replied. Neville just looked from Harry to Seamus, who moved closer to them. "It's that bad? Does it deal with Hermione?"
"You're getting closer.." Seamus replied, hoping they wouldn't have to tell the boy exactly what happened.
"What did she do?" Neville questioned once more. "Not what did she do.. more like, who did she do," Harry responded, stopping at times to think of the right word. Neville's eyes went wide when he figured out what his friend had meant. "Harry.. what are you talking about? I know you couldn't mean our sweet, innocent-"
"She's not so innocent anymore, sorry to say," Seamus added. Harry glared at him, motioning to keep his voice down.
"And yes, I do mean that. She apparently.." Another sigh. "She apparently slept with Malfoy last night.. Ron and I found out this morning. We thought he was harassing her as usual.. there was a lot of fighting and yelling.. bad story," Harry explained.
"Bad way of things happening, also, Harry. You forgot that part." Ron added not looking up from his work. Harry cringed slightly, hoping they weren't talking loud enough for his best friend to hear – but they were. And it didn't seem to help things, either.
"I mean.. yeah, sure.. I could handle when she got Head Girl. Sure, she deserved it. Anyone else in her place wouldn't have been any better then her, that's for sure. I was even happy when they said Justin would be head boy this year. Meaning – no Malfoy to torment us that much, right? But when they said that ferret boy was replacing Justin, I almost killed him. Or felt like it. I knew something bad was going to happen this year.. not just with the insults and name calling, either.." Ron explained, looking at them. Harry tried to say something but Ron kept talking, so he decided it would be best to wait until he was done.
"But now, they had to go and do.. that, for crying out loud. Never would I have thought that she would have enough stupidity to do that with.. him!" Ron finished shaking his head.
"Ron, it wasn't her fault," Neville commented.
"Whatever.. I'm going to bed."
It was obvious Ron liked Hermione.. a lot. Maybe even more than a sister, yet he never let anyone know about it. So what happened between his friend and enemy had crushed him. And right now he didn't want to hear another thing about it. Giving up on trying to make their friend see the problem their way, Harry, Neville, and Seamus went to bed that night trying to think of how to help Hermione out. Ron, on the other hand, had plans of his own.
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The next day seemed to drag on forever, for everyone. Hermione tried to talk with Ron, yet he just ignored her. Harry ignored her also, but inside didn't want to, no matter what she had done. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying the torture he was putting Hermione through. Everyone was asking the trio (along with Neville and Seamus) what was wrong, and why they didn't seem themselves that day.
Ron ignored everyone that day, the anger building up inside of him. Malfoy kept looking at him during the classes they had together, an accomplished smirk crossing his face every time. Just that alone was enough to make Ron want to kill him. Hermione told everyone she was sick, and everyone else made up their own excuses as to why they were acting different.
The four boys had managed not to kill the blond that day, and also managed not to talk with Hermione, either. It was dinner time, though – the long day of classes was over – and Hermione felt worse now than she had before. Usually anytime out of classes was the time that she could talk with her best friends, but now everything seemed upside down. All thanks to Malfoy.
Taking her seat at the Gryffindor table that night, she looked around at all the smiling faces. 'Wish I could be like again,' Hermione thought to herself as Harry and Ron walked over and sat down across from her. Ron accidentally hit his knee on hers, which made him look up at her with wide apologetic eyes – the expression instantly changed when he realized who it was. "Sorry.." Hermione muttered and looked down at her plate.
With all her thinking that night, Hermione never noticed the pair of cold, grey eyes staring at her through most of dinner. Malfoy was rejoicing in what he had done, but didn't tell any of the Slytherins. 'Not yet, anyways..' he thought, picking at some chicken on his plate. He noticed that everyone at the Gryffindor table seemed to be asking the "golden trio" (or broken trio, depending on how you look at it.) a lot more questions than usual.
Most of them went towards Ron – Harry kept glancing at his friend from time to time, hoping nothing too bad would occur. But the same ones where asked:
"Ron, what's wrong?"
"Why aren't you, Harry, and 'Mione talking anymore?"
"You sure were acting strange today.. Something happen?"
"What's got you in such a shitty mood?"
He'd just wave them off with his hand not bothering to answer them. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking over to the Slytherin table he saw Malfoy, that same smirk on his face. He didn't need to say anything. Ron knew what he was thinking: 'Having fun being deceived by the one girl you liked?'
Just the thought made Ron instantly lose it, jumping up from the table with his face getting extremely red. He had just gotten another "What's wrong?" for the millionth time that day – this time by his little sister, Ginny. Turning to her, he glared at Hermione who took everyone by surprise.
"I don't know Ginny.. why don't you ask dear, innocent little.. Hermione over here.. or maybe perhaps you'd better ask Malfoy over at the Slytherin table.. I'm sure they'd love to tell you something about what happened to them a few nights ago.. wouldn't you.. Hermione??" Ron said, frowning.
Ginny was about to ask something, but Ron continued. "I'm sure they'd love to tell you how they got in bed together.. our little innocent know-it-all Hermione and bad-evil Draco together in the same room. The same bed, even, and neither one complaining." The whole Hall went silent as Ron spoke the last part. Everyone's eyes were on Draco and Hermione.
But especially Hermione.
She sunk low in her seat glancing over to Draco. Even he seemed to have a shocked look on his face, not really expecting someone like Ron to out and scream it to the world – or the school in this case. A few snickers were heard as Hermione's face went as red as Ron's hair. Ginny looked over to her friend, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Harry shook his head while Seamus covered his eyes.
"I knew this was going to be bad.." Neville mumbled.
Slamming his hands on the table, he made a few glasses fall over as he stared right at Hermione. "I hope you and your fucking ferret boy have a happy life together – because I want nothing to do with you anymore, Hermione," Ron said slowly saying each word. With that, he left the Great Hall, leaving Hermione close to tears. Getting up as well, Hermione slowly made her way over to the doors – eyes still watching her. Running out, she finally let the tears fall as she headed for her dorm.
'It's really over..' was the only thing going through her mind as she ran up the steps, not aware of the person close behind her, basking in all the torment and glory of the night.
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A/N: Wow. That was.. yeah. Sort of lost my original idea for this story so I'm just typing it up as I go. Hope you liked the chapter. Review and tell me. Thanks again.
A/N: Holy crap, I'm such a lazy ass. Sorry I haven't updated in forever (for those of you that are still into the story..) but I forgot I had an account on here. Heh. But its Summer and I'll try to update more, okay? Hope you like the next chapter, too. Read and Review. Thanks.
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Once inside the boy's dorm, Harry and Seamus found Ron on his bed, writing on parchment for the homework he said he would be working on. Harry knew that what happened was bugging Ron to no end, and it seemed to give his friend all the more reason to kill Malfoy. Sitting back on his bed, looking at Seamus, the two exchanged glances before getting ready for bed that night.
"Stupid ferret boy.. dumb ass.. I hate him. And I hate her, too.." Ron mumbled lowering his face more towards the paper. Harry caught the last part of his ranting and arched a brow. "Ron?" he questioned. "What??" Ron asked a bit too loudly, looking up at his friend.
"Nothing.. never mind," Harry replied, figuring now wasn't the best time to ask Ron anything. Neville came into the room a few minutes later and sensed the tension among everyone. Knowing it was best to ask Harry what was wrong, he walked over to his bed with a worried look. "What's wrong with Ron? Why does he look so mad and murderous?" he asked. Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Neville – you wouldn't believe us if we told you," he replied. Neville just looked from Harry to Seamus, who moved closer to them. "It's that bad? Does it deal with Hermione?"
"You're getting closer.." Seamus replied, hoping they wouldn't have to tell the boy exactly what happened.
"What did she do?" Neville questioned once more. "Not what did she do.. more like, who did she do," Harry responded, stopping at times to think of the right word. Neville's eyes went wide when he figured out what his friend had meant. "Harry.. what are you talking about? I know you couldn't mean our sweet, innocent-"
"She's not so innocent anymore, sorry to say," Seamus added. Harry glared at him, motioning to keep his voice down.
"And yes, I do mean that. She apparently.." Another sigh. "She apparently slept with Malfoy last night.. Ron and I found out this morning. We thought he was harassing her as usual.. there was a lot of fighting and yelling.. bad story," Harry explained.
"Bad way of things happening, also, Harry. You forgot that part." Ron added not looking up from his work. Harry cringed slightly, hoping they weren't talking loud enough for his best friend to hear – but they were. And it didn't seem to help things, either.
"I mean.. yeah, sure.. I could handle when she got Head Girl. Sure, she deserved it. Anyone else in her place wouldn't have been any better then her, that's for sure. I was even happy when they said Justin would be head boy this year. Meaning – no Malfoy to torment us that much, right? But when they said that ferret boy was replacing Justin, I almost killed him. Or felt like it. I knew something bad was going to happen this year.. not just with the insults and name calling, either.." Ron explained, looking at them. Harry tried to say something but Ron kept talking, so he decided it would be best to wait until he was done.
"But now, they had to go and do.. that, for crying out loud. Never would I have thought that she would have enough stupidity to do that with.. him!" Ron finished shaking his head.
"Ron, it wasn't her fault," Neville commented.
"Whatever.. I'm going to bed."
It was obvious Ron liked Hermione.. a lot. Maybe even more than a sister, yet he never let anyone know about it. So what happened between his friend and enemy had crushed him. And right now he didn't want to hear another thing about it. Giving up on trying to make their friend see the problem their way, Harry, Neville, and Seamus went to bed that night trying to think of how to help Hermione out. Ron, on the other hand, had plans of his own.
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The next day seemed to drag on forever, for everyone. Hermione tried to talk with Ron, yet he just ignored her. Harry ignored her also, but inside didn't want to, no matter what she had done. Malfoy seemed to be enjoying the torture he was putting Hermione through. Everyone was asking the trio (along with Neville and Seamus) what was wrong, and why they didn't seem themselves that day.
Ron ignored everyone that day, the anger building up inside of him. Malfoy kept looking at him during the classes they had together, an accomplished smirk crossing his face every time. Just that alone was enough to make Ron want to kill him. Hermione told everyone she was sick, and everyone else made up their own excuses as to why they were acting different.
The four boys had managed not to kill the blond that day, and also managed not to talk with Hermione, either. It was dinner time, though – the long day of classes was over – and Hermione felt worse now than she had before. Usually anytime out of classes was the time that she could talk with her best friends, but now everything seemed upside down. All thanks to Malfoy.
Taking her seat at the Gryffindor table that night, she looked around at all the smiling faces. 'Wish I could be like again,' Hermione thought to herself as Harry and Ron walked over and sat down across from her. Ron accidentally hit his knee on hers, which made him look up at her with wide apologetic eyes – the expression instantly changed when he realized who it was. "Sorry.." Hermione muttered and looked down at her plate.
With all her thinking that night, Hermione never noticed the pair of cold, grey eyes staring at her through most of dinner. Malfoy was rejoicing in what he had done, but didn't tell any of the Slytherins. 'Not yet, anyways..' he thought, picking at some chicken on his plate. He noticed that everyone at the Gryffindor table seemed to be asking the "golden trio" (or broken trio, depending on how you look at it.) a lot more questions than usual.
Most of them went towards Ron – Harry kept glancing at his friend from time to time, hoping nothing too bad would occur. But the same ones where asked:
"Ron, what's wrong?"
"Why aren't you, Harry, and 'Mione talking anymore?"
"You sure were acting strange today.. Something happen?"
"What's got you in such a shitty mood?"
He'd just wave them off with his hand not bothering to answer them. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking over to the Slytherin table he saw Malfoy, that same smirk on his face. He didn't need to say anything. Ron knew what he was thinking: 'Having fun being deceived by the one girl you liked?'
Just the thought made Ron instantly lose it, jumping up from the table with his face getting extremely red. He had just gotten another "What's wrong?" for the millionth time that day – this time by his little sister, Ginny. Turning to her, he glared at Hermione who took everyone by surprise.
"I don't know Ginny.. why don't you ask dear, innocent little.. Hermione over here.. or maybe perhaps you'd better ask Malfoy over at the Slytherin table.. I'm sure they'd love to tell you something about what happened to them a few nights ago.. wouldn't you.. Hermione??" Ron said, frowning.
Ginny was about to ask something, but Ron continued. "I'm sure they'd love to tell you how they got in bed together.. our little innocent know-it-all Hermione and bad-evil Draco together in the same room. The same bed, even, and neither one complaining." The whole Hall went silent as Ron spoke the last part. Everyone's eyes were on Draco and Hermione.
But especially Hermione.
She sunk low in her seat glancing over to Draco. Even he seemed to have a shocked look on his face, not really expecting someone like Ron to out and scream it to the world – or the school in this case. A few snickers were heard as Hermione's face went as red as Ron's hair. Ginny looked over to her friend, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Harry shook his head while Seamus covered his eyes.
"I knew this was going to be bad.." Neville mumbled.
Slamming his hands on the table, he made a few glasses fall over as he stared right at Hermione. "I hope you and your fucking ferret boy have a happy life together – because I want nothing to do with you anymore, Hermione," Ron said slowly saying each word. With that, he left the Great Hall, leaving Hermione close to tears. Getting up as well, Hermione slowly made her way over to the doors – eyes still watching her. Running out, she finally let the tears fall as she headed for her dorm.
'It's really over..' was the only thing going through her mind as she ran up the steps, not aware of the person close behind her, basking in all the torment and glory of the night.
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A/N: Wow. That was.. yeah. Sort of lost my original idea for this story so I'm just typing it up as I go. Hope you liked the chapter. Review and tell me. Thanks again.
