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Chapter 8: Miscommunications And Their Conclusions
She felt magnificent. The only thoughts in her head focused around a certain blonde haired, silver-eyed beauty. She smiled just picturing him. He was an admirably conceited, endearingly offensive, loveably obnoxious, undeniably sexy, delightfully evil boy.
Resolving how to tell Harry and Ron was not as entertaining a thought as her reminiscing, so she spent the better part of the afternoon floating in her memories. She ultimately decided that if she were to withhold the new status change of Draco from Harry and Ron, they might hold a grudge or resent him even more for the fact.
She definitely had to break it to them cautiously. Preferably when they were in a respectable mood. Honesty was the best choice as she anticipated their reaction. "You snogged Malfoy? On purpose? And you liked it? She's ill, Mate. Take her to the nurse." Ron would fret with concern over her grasp on reality. They really acted as mother hens when it came to her. They were occasionally a little too overprotective.
But all said and done she knew that they would eventually accept her decision. They had to, since they were her best friends. If anyone should understand it should be them.
The reality of the telling was not as pleasant as she had hoped. Hermione had set the mood, inviting them to an evening in the Head common room. To persuade them she had indicated that she had purchased a contemporary chessboard.
This board allowed you to challenge the board itself to a game. It was only for the most experienced of players. She beamed to herself. She knew her friends would jump at the opportunity for a new standard of competitive game. After several games and much laughing she nervously began to recount the events.
Hermione was struggling to maintain her steady breathing as her stomach did flips. "Harry, Ron, I want to talk to you. I have a favor to ask." Both boys looked up as if on cue. "What Hermy? You know you can ask us anything." Ron said. At the mention of her shortened name she cringed. Ron had affectionately nicknamed her when they had dated and, though she had informed him on numerous occasions how much she despised the term, the bloody fool kept using it.
"Ron, please, you know how much it bothers me." She sighed. " I want to ask you to keep an open mind as I relate the past couple of days." She hurriedly told them of the encounters, leaving out certain things of course. Even best friends don't need to know all the dirty details. She informed them of the innocent beginnings and finally the sultry end leaving off with the kiss.
"It was just one kiss. What makes you think he even likes you?" Ron burst out. The anger in his eyes distressed Hermione. "Remember, you promised to..." she began, only to be cut off. "He has no respect. Who does he think he is, using you like that?" Harry threw in. They screamed their outrage at her, as she quietly thought up her next move. "After you kindly asked him to please not treat you so disrespectfully, he goes on a self- righteous rampage talking about lovers.... Disgusting!"
"Absolutely needs his arse kicked." Harry agreed. "...Needs to learn how to treat a woman..." Ron's voice continued as Harry stopped ranting for a breath.
The two carried on like this for an hour, always completing each other's sentences with some new outburst. They were so involved in their heated, yet one-sided, debate that they forgot Hermione was in the room.
She looked back and forth between her friends, unsure what to say next. They had taken everything she had told them out of context, twisting the beauty of the situation into something wicked and ugly.
Finally she had enough. "You two are a fine pair to talk. Here I asked you to keep an open mind and you don't even let me finish the story before ripping Draco's motives apart. Stop psychoanalyzing him for one moment and entertain the notion that maybe he has actually changed." "Pfahh. Doubt it" was the only retort from a distressed and doubtful Harry.
Tears filled her eyes and she continued. "Is it really so hard to believe that Draco could like me. Or love me for that matter? Am I so unworthy of someone that he could only be out to destroy my heart?" She sobbed. They sat there, stunned into silence as they watched her race out of the room, her face in her hands.
"Oh my god, Harry. Hermione's hit the nail on the head, and she doesn't even realize it. I bet you 20 galleons that is exactly what Draco is planning. He's going to use her and break her heart." Ron's face was grave as his comment sunk in.
"We have to do something about this. We can't just let her heart be ripped out and crushed by the heartless barbarian. She needs us to protect her, even if she doesn't realize it yet." Ron 's voice revealed his concern.
"What can we do?" Harry asked his friend. "We have to find a way to prove to her that Malfoy will only hurt her. As tough as it is, we have to exposed his malicious scheme." Ron replied. " We can't talk freely here. Let's go."
He and Harry returned to the Gryffindor rooms, heads together, plotting Draco's unveiling. Ideas flowed rapidly through their minds. Neither contemplated the fact that Hermione could be crushed by this encounter. They thought that this was the ultimate alternative. It was their final opportunity to expose Draco's nefarious ways.
Kaischick: Since it is my story I have to make Draco hot, otherwise how could I capture so many...
Ghypscee: Thanks for your support.
Time Bomb: You made my day.. *Smiles from ear to ear* If only all reviews had your
enthusiasm.
Thanks to everyone who put me on their author alert and favorites. This is for all of you who read and review before the next chapter can even pop into my head. I adore you!
Chapter 8: Miscommunications And Their Conclusions
She felt magnificent. The only thoughts in her head focused around a certain blonde haired, silver-eyed beauty. She smiled just picturing him. He was an admirably conceited, endearingly offensive, loveably obnoxious, undeniably sexy, delightfully evil boy.
Resolving how to tell Harry and Ron was not as entertaining a thought as her reminiscing, so she spent the better part of the afternoon floating in her memories. She ultimately decided that if she were to withhold the new status change of Draco from Harry and Ron, they might hold a grudge or resent him even more for the fact.
She definitely had to break it to them cautiously. Preferably when they were in a respectable mood. Honesty was the best choice as she anticipated their reaction. "You snogged Malfoy? On purpose? And you liked it? She's ill, Mate. Take her to the nurse." Ron would fret with concern over her grasp on reality. They really acted as mother hens when it came to her. They were occasionally a little too overprotective.
But all said and done she knew that they would eventually accept her decision. They had to, since they were her best friends. If anyone should understand it should be them.
The reality of the telling was not as pleasant as she had hoped. Hermione had set the mood, inviting them to an evening in the Head common room. To persuade them she had indicated that she had purchased a contemporary chessboard.
This board allowed you to challenge the board itself to a game. It was only for the most experienced of players. She beamed to herself. She knew her friends would jump at the opportunity for a new standard of competitive game. After several games and much laughing she nervously began to recount the events.
Hermione was struggling to maintain her steady breathing as her stomach did flips. "Harry, Ron, I want to talk to you. I have a favor to ask." Both boys looked up as if on cue. "What Hermy? You know you can ask us anything." Ron said. At the mention of her shortened name she cringed. Ron had affectionately nicknamed her when they had dated and, though she had informed him on numerous occasions how much she despised the term, the bloody fool kept using it.
"Ron, please, you know how much it bothers me." She sighed. " I want to ask you to keep an open mind as I relate the past couple of days." She hurriedly told them of the encounters, leaving out certain things of course. Even best friends don't need to know all the dirty details. She informed them of the innocent beginnings and finally the sultry end leaving off with the kiss.
"It was just one kiss. What makes you think he even likes you?" Ron burst out. The anger in his eyes distressed Hermione. "Remember, you promised to..." she began, only to be cut off. "He has no respect. Who does he think he is, using you like that?" Harry threw in. They screamed their outrage at her, as she quietly thought up her next move. "After you kindly asked him to please not treat you so disrespectfully, he goes on a self- righteous rampage talking about lovers.... Disgusting!"
"Absolutely needs his arse kicked." Harry agreed. "...Needs to learn how to treat a woman..." Ron's voice continued as Harry stopped ranting for a breath.
The two carried on like this for an hour, always completing each other's sentences with some new outburst. They were so involved in their heated, yet one-sided, debate that they forgot Hermione was in the room.
She looked back and forth between her friends, unsure what to say next. They had taken everything she had told them out of context, twisting the beauty of the situation into something wicked and ugly.
Finally she had enough. "You two are a fine pair to talk. Here I asked you to keep an open mind and you don't even let me finish the story before ripping Draco's motives apart. Stop psychoanalyzing him for one moment and entertain the notion that maybe he has actually changed." "Pfahh. Doubt it" was the only retort from a distressed and doubtful Harry.
Tears filled her eyes and she continued. "Is it really so hard to believe that Draco could like me. Or love me for that matter? Am I so unworthy of someone that he could only be out to destroy my heart?" She sobbed. They sat there, stunned into silence as they watched her race out of the room, her face in her hands.
"Oh my god, Harry. Hermione's hit the nail on the head, and she doesn't even realize it. I bet you 20 galleons that is exactly what Draco is planning. He's going to use her and break her heart." Ron's face was grave as his comment sunk in.
"We have to do something about this. We can't just let her heart be ripped out and crushed by the heartless barbarian. She needs us to protect her, even if she doesn't realize it yet." Ron 's voice revealed his concern.
"What can we do?" Harry asked his friend. "We have to find a way to prove to her that Malfoy will only hurt her. As tough as it is, we have to exposed his malicious scheme." Ron replied. " We can't talk freely here. Let's go."
He and Harry returned to the Gryffindor rooms, heads together, plotting Draco's unveiling. Ideas flowed rapidly through their minds. Neither contemplated the fact that Hermione could be crushed by this encounter. They thought that this was the ultimate alternative. It was their final opportunity to expose Draco's nefarious ways.