Ch.12 "Old Habits Part 1"
A/N: hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Hope you are liking this story!
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"Hermione . . . Hermione love" Draco said softly, trying to awake the sleeping girl, he rubbed her arm again and kissed her cheek "Hermione" he said a bit louder.
"Mmm . . . Draco?" she asked stretching "Love, five more minutes please . . . I'll love you forever" she smiled.
"You don't love me forever now?" he smirked.
"Never mind, love . . . it really is too early to deal with your smart ass" she smiled and ran her fingers down his cheek.
Draco leaned down, planted a soft, gentle kiss on Hermione's lips, and departed from the room "Come on love, or you'll be late for breakfast" he smiled and blew her a kiss.
Hermione shot her hand in the air and pretended to catch the flying kiss before she missed it completely and placed it over her heart. "I love you," she said smiling.
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Hermione walked briskly into the great hall and plopped in between Ron and Ginny. She smiled and began to eat her eggs and bacon while the group was chatting merrily about nothing. It was a great day so far and Hermione was in an exceptionally good mood.
"So, Hermione" Harry began "How are you and Dr-Dra-Draco doing?" for some reason, it was terribly hard for Harry to completely say D-R-A-C-O.
"Oh just lovely really . . . how are you and whoever you are with this week?" she smiled.
Harry grinned and looked around the hall to make sure no one was around "Well," he whispered, "if you really want to know, I am going out with Ginny"
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth in shock. She looked at Harry with pleading eyes that read 'don't hurt her' and Harry smirked at her.
"Don't work Hermione" Harry whispered, "she is different from all the rest, I can feel it" he grinned like a little five year old on Christmas morning and put a thumb up.
"Does Ron know?" Hermione asked.
"Umm . . . no" Harry confessed and looked down at the table.
"Harry!" she whispered/yelled, "you are going to have to tell him some day you know"
"I know, I know" Harry trailed off.
Hermione finished the rest of her eggs and told her friends that she had to use the loo so she would just see them in class because she would have to go back to the heads tower anyways.
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Hermione was almost to the heads tower when she had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. She grabbed on to the nearest wall and held her stomach, bending down to stop from crying out in pain. The girl's lavatory was only about four doors down and she could make it.
She glided her hand while walking down the hall for support and finally got to the bathroom. As quick as she could, she sprinted into one of the stalls and sank to her knees, hovering over the toilet.
"What are you doing?" a dragging girly voice asked.
"GO AWAY MERTILE!" Hermione yelled in pain.
"Well, you don't have to be so mean! SURE! I know, lets yell at the dead girl because there is no one else to yell at!" Moaning Mertile yelled.
Hermione was not listening to the yells and rants of Moaning Mertile. She was too busy trying to keep her breakfast inside her. She knew that if she did throw up, Draco would probably be mad and then she would not be able to stop again. Nevertheless, the feeling in her stomach was unbearable.
She finally gave in and shoved her finger down her throat and spilled into the porcelain bowl, then spat in it to get some of the taste out of her mouth. Ironically, the pain in her stomach was no longer and she felt absolutely wonderful again. Hermione flushed the toilet and went to the sink to rinse out her mouth and wash her hands.
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Hermione Granger flew into Muggle studies ten minutes late; she explained to the teacher that she felt ill and that was the reason why she was late, so she took a seat next to Ron and Harry. However . . . she was not really lying about why she was late. Sure, she did have to stop by the girl's bathroom for a quick regurgitation and sure, she used to be bulimic, but . . . she did not lie, not really anyways.
"Feeling better Mione?" Ron asked quietly as the professor was going on about radios.
"I feel fine, really" Hermione re-assured. But, she was not really sure who she was re-assuring . . . herself or Ron.
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A/N: yes, a quick little chapter . . . there WILL be a part two! I promise you that! Sry about the wait! I had finals this week and it's been a real drag . . . grr
**Thank you all for the wonderful reviews!
I'm soo glad you really like my story! **Anyone have ANY comments or ideas, feel free to email me At bsv1289ile@aol.com smooches! --lil' blu--
A/N: hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Hope you are liking this story!
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"Hermione . . . Hermione love" Draco said softly, trying to awake the sleeping girl, he rubbed her arm again and kissed her cheek "Hermione" he said a bit louder.
"Mmm . . . Draco?" she asked stretching "Love, five more minutes please . . . I'll love you forever" she smiled.
"You don't love me forever now?" he smirked.
"Never mind, love . . . it really is too early to deal with your smart ass" she smiled and ran her fingers down his cheek.
Draco leaned down, planted a soft, gentle kiss on Hermione's lips, and departed from the room "Come on love, or you'll be late for breakfast" he smiled and blew her a kiss.
Hermione shot her hand in the air and pretended to catch the flying kiss before she missed it completely and placed it over her heart. "I love you," she said smiling.
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Hermione walked briskly into the great hall and plopped in between Ron and Ginny. She smiled and began to eat her eggs and bacon while the group was chatting merrily about nothing. It was a great day so far and Hermione was in an exceptionally good mood.
"So, Hermione" Harry began "How are you and Dr-Dra-Draco doing?" for some reason, it was terribly hard for Harry to completely say D-R-A-C-O.
"Oh just lovely really . . . how are you and whoever you are with this week?" she smiled.
Harry grinned and looked around the hall to make sure no one was around "Well," he whispered, "if you really want to know, I am going out with Ginny"
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth in shock. She looked at Harry with pleading eyes that read 'don't hurt her' and Harry smirked at her.
"Don't work Hermione" Harry whispered, "she is different from all the rest, I can feel it" he grinned like a little five year old on Christmas morning and put a thumb up.
"Does Ron know?" Hermione asked.
"Umm . . . no" Harry confessed and looked down at the table.
"Harry!" she whispered/yelled, "you are going to have to tell him some day you know"
"I know, I know" Harry trailed off.
Hermione finished the rest of her eggs and told her friends that she had to use the loo so she would just see them in class because she would have to go back to the heads tower anyways.
~*~*~
Hermione was almost to the heads tower when she had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. She grabbed on to the nearest wall and held her stomach, bending down to stop from crying out in pain. The girl's lavatory was only about four doors down and she could make it.
She glided her hand while walking down the hall for support and finally got to the bathroom. As quick as she could, she sprinted into one of the stalls and sank to her knees, hovering over the toilet.
"What are you doing?" a dragging girly voice asked.
"GO AWAY MERTILE!" Hermione yelled in pain.
"Well, you don't have to be so mean! SURE! I know, lets yell at the dead girl because there is no one else to yell at!" Moaning Mertile yelled.
Hermione was not listening to the yells and rants of Moaning Mertile. She was too busy trying to keep her breakfast inside her. She knew that if she did throw up, Draco would probably be mad and then she would not be able to stop again. Nevertheless, the feeling in her stomach was unbearable.
She finally gave in and shoved her finger down her throat and spilled into the porcelain bowl, then spat in it to get some of the taste out of her mouth. Ironically, the pain in her stomach was no longer and she felt absolutely wonderful again. Hermione flushed the toilet and went to the sink to rinse out her mouth and wash her hands.
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Hermione Granger flew into Muggle studies ten minutes late; she explained to the teacher that she felt ill and that was the reason why she was late, so she took a seat next to Ron and Harry. However . . . she was not really lying about why she was late. Sure, she did have to stop by the girl's bathroom for a quick regurgitation and sure, she used to be bulimic, but . . . she did not lie, not really anyways.
"Feeling better Mione?" Ron asked quietly as the professor was going on about radios.
"I feel fine, really" Hermione re-assured. But, she was not really sure who she was re-assuring . . . herself or Ron.
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A/N: yes, a quick little chapter . . . there WILL be a part two! I promise you that! Sry about the wait! I had finals this week and it's been a real drag . . . grr
**Thank you all for the wonderful reviews!
I'm soo glad you really like my story! **Anyone have ANY comments or ideas, feel free to email me At bsv1289ile@aol.com smooches! --lil' blu--