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Ch.4 "Denial"
"Wake up would you!" Malfoy yelled at Hermione, poking her arm.
"Go away, ten . . . minutes" Hermione grumbled and turned over to lie on her stomach.
"GRANGER! I said wake up!" he yelled louder.
Hermione sighed and turned over to be face to face with Malfoy.
"Why must you wake me up" she looked over at her clock "At three in the morning?" Hermione asked getting irritated.
"Because there is an emergency meeting for the prefects and Head Boy and Head Girl," Malfoy replied in an of matter of fact way.
"Very well" Hermione grunted, "now kindly get out of my room"
"Fine" Malfoy replied and walked out with a smirk.
~*~*~
"Well, that was a complete waste of time if I do say so myself" Malfoy grunted, "I mean, who cares if we aren't going to have classes for a week? What was so emergency-like about that?"
"Oh quit complaining Malfoy" Hermione sighed. She looked over to that one cabinet. The one with the candy, he was over there, looking around in it, tossing out the candy that was either nasty or the stuff he did not like.
"Here Granger, take a pack of jelly beans" Malfoy said and tossed Hermione a blue velvet bag.
"Why? Are they poisoned?" Hermione asked setting the bag on a table.
"No, I was just trying to be nice, because you know us living together and all" Malfoy replied. "So, are you going to eat them or not?" he asked. He knew what she would do. She would eat them and then she would heave in the toilet and come out shaking as if nothing happened.
"Not Hungry" Hermione lied.
"Liar" Malfoy smirked.
"I'm not lying!" Hermione yelled, "I am not hungry! Leave me alone!" and she walked to the stairs.
"Don't do it Granger" Malfoy called after her, "you are killing yourself, you know that"
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks; she slowly turned around to Draco and glared at him. "What did you say?" she asked slowly "What do you mean I'm killing myself? You don't know me"
"I know that every time you eat you go straight to the bathroom and chuck it all up . . . you cant even look at some food without getting sick" he replied simply.
Hermione marched up to him, so that they were face to face "What I do is none of your damn business so stay out of it Malfoy!" she yelled.
"Or what? I'm just trying to help," he said.
"Trying to help? Trying to help! All my life all you have done is call me mudblood and filthy names! Now, all of a sudden you want to HELP me?! Look, I do not need help from you! I do not have a problem! I do not need help from ANYONE and no one is going to tell ME what to do with MY life! How could you possibly help me? You are a pureblood, remember, and I am a mudblood! Why don't you go back to your daddy and see if he can give you some more money . . . that way you can buy a fucking clue about what is going on!" Hermione screamed, "I do not need any help from you Ferret Boy! I never will need any help! I am perfectly fine with the way things are going in my life so just sod off!"
And with that, Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up to her bedroom.
Draco had no idea why he wanted to help her, it was like a calling . . . he needed to help her. She was killing herself and there was not anything he could do. He was hurt by the things she said to him, and he felt guilty and bad about all those years he had called her names . . .
A/N: yes the end of that . . . shorter than I thought it would be . . . sorry bout that! REVIEW!!!!!!!
Ch.4 "Denial"
"Wake up would you!" Malfoy yelled at Hermione, poking her arm.
"Go away, ten . . . minutes" Hermione grumbled and turned over to lie on her stomach.
"GRANGER! I said wake up!" he yelled louder.
Hermione sighed and turned over to be face to face with Malfoy.
"Why must you wake me up" she looked over at her clock "At three in the morning?" Hermione asked getting irritated.
"Because there is an emergency meeting for the prefects and Head Boy and Head Girl," Malfoy replied in an of matter of fact way.
"Very well" Hermione grunted, "now kindly get out of my room"
"Fine" Malfoy replied and walked out with a smirk.
~*~*~
"Well, that was a complete waste of time if I do say so myself" Malfoy grunted, "I mean, who cares if we aren't going to have classes for a week? What was so emergency-like about that?"
"Oh quit complaining Malfoy" Hermione sighed. She looked over to that one cabinet. The one with the candy, he was over there, looking around in it, tossing out the candy that was either nasty or the stuff he did not like.
"Here Granger, take a pack of jelly beans" Malfoy said and tossed Hermione a blue velvet bag.
"Why? Are they poisoned?" Hermione asked setting the bag on a table.
"No, I was just trying to be nice, because you know us living together and all" Malfoy replied. "So, are you going to eat them or not?" he asked. He knew what she would do. She would eat them and then she would heave in the toilet and come out shaking as if nothing happened.
"Not Hungry" Hermione lied.
"Liar" Malfoy smirked.
"I'm not lying!" Hermione yelled, "I am not hungry! Leave me alone!" and she walked to the stairs.
"Don't do it Granger" Malfoy called after her, "you are killing yourself, you know that"
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks; she slowly turned around to Draco and glared at him. "What did you say?" she asked slowly "What do you mean I'm killing myself? You don't know me"
"I know that every time you eat you go straight to the bathroom and chuck it all up . . . you cant even look at some food without getting sick" he replied simply.
Hermione marched up to him, so that they were face to face "What I do is none of your damn business so stay out of it Malfoy!" she yelled.
"Or what? I'm just trying to help," he said.
"Trying to help? Trying to help! All my life all you have done is call me mudblood and filthy names! Now, all of a sudden you want to HELP me?! Look, I do not need help from you! I do not have a problem! I do not need help from ANYONE and no one is going to tell ME what to do with MY life! How could you possibly help me? You are a pureblood, remember, and I am a mudblood! Why don't you go back to your daddy and see if he can give you some more money . . . that way you can buy a fucking clue about what is going on!" Hermione screamed, "I do not need any help from you Ferret Boy! I never will need any help! I am perfectly fine with the way things are going in my life so just sod off!"
And with that, Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up to her bedroom.
Draco had no idea why he wanted to help her, it was like a calling . . . he needed to help her. She was killing herself and there was not anything he could do. He was hurt by the things she said to him, and he felt guilty and bad about all those years he had called her names . . .
A/N: yes the end of that . . . shorter than I thought it would be . . . sorry bout that! REVIEW!!!!!!!