The Triangle of Love
Disclaimer :
Stuff that I own - a used condom, a plastic bag, one fanfic, a tampon , and
six great reviews!
Stuff that I do not own - everything else in this word.
Author's Words : First Fanfic..so stop the bitching! P.S- I totally suck at
spelling and grammer.
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Hermione Granger. A sensitive, intelligent, polite (when she's not bitching), young beautiful girl. Why did this girl have to suffer such pain in her life. Suffering the pain of others. To find out..read on.
Harry Potter. A brave, loyal, careless, boy. A boy who everyone loves, and respects. Why did this boy have to have so much on him. Having everybody thinking himself as some kind of hero. Why did this boy have to be envolved into so much suffer, without anyone knowing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reviewer( s ) :
Aislin-Black : Oooooo..I'm so flattered that you really like my story. And besides, your such a creative writer. I'm thankful that someone as talented as you can enjoy my story.
December-Malfoy : If I'm making you sick, then stop reading my fanfic. If you want to go and be a little perverted dude, then go and read your rated R shit! And know one here cares if your fanfic is rated R!
Angie : Hey girl, thanks. But um..I posted Chapter two already..so please don't kik my ass. I know you will once you come over, but you know that i won't be able to update since my mommy don't have computer!! :'(
Everyone - Short, I know. Cliffhanger, I know. I suck at spelling and grammer, I know. But I hope you enjoy!
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Harry woke up deadly in the morning. The sun had not yet rised. Harry got up from his four-poster and sat down, starring out into the distant night. The words of Hermione's keep streamming through his mind. He was afraid the she would be right, like she has always been. Harry tries to fight the fact that Hermione's words were true. Suddenly, a tear began running slowly down his left check. He blinked hardly and another one came racing the first tear. Harry felt miserable. He was depressed. He needed someone there. Someone to comfort him. Someone to care to him. Someone to love him. Harry could only think of one person. Cho Chang.
The morning arosed sooner then Harry thought it would. He spent his two hours, starring himself into photos of Cho and him. Ron was snoring loudly next to Harry's four poster bed. He seemed as if his life was perfect. No pain. No suffer. No nothing. He seemed happy. Something Harry didn't fee1 like at all. For a second there, Harry felt like he wanted to go on a suicide. He wanted to die. After Cho had dumped him, he thought he had nothing, nothing to live for again.
Harry leaped off his four poster bed and reached for his quill and parchment. He scribbled a long, but messy letter for his friends. He knew that they would fee upset once Harry leaves them. He felt a bit guilty as well for all the sadness Ron and Hermione would go through. After all, the were all very close. Ron was the first friend Harry ever had. Another tear joined in. Then a crowd of them ran after. Like rain, the dripped down and damped the delicate parchment. Harry slowly walked down the commen room, placing his last piece of note he'll ever write.
Ron and Hermione screamed at the same time. It was they knew Harry was in danger. Both of them in their separte dorms woke everyone up. Ron and Hermione, together leaped out of the beds and abandon the curiously confussed dorm-mates behind.
Both of the anxious friends raced down to see each other. "Harry!! Where's Harry!!", Ron demanded. "I thought you know. You sleep in the same dorm as he does!!" Hermione shouted. "Oh..so, once again.. I'm the spendable one!!" Ron bitched. Hermione was about to start with Ron when Ginny came down from the girls dorm and interupted. "What's going on here. You two arn't fueding at this time of hour are you?" Ginny asked with the tired and soft voice of hers. Hermione glared at Ron, then got back to focus. "Harry's missing."
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Hermione Granger. A sensitive, intelligent, polite (when she's not bitching), young beautiful girl. Why did this girl have to suffer such pain in her life. Suffering the pain of others. To find out..read on.
Harry Potter. A brave, loyal, careless, boy. A boy who everyone loves, and respects. Why did this boy have to have so much on him. Having everybody thinking himself as some kind of hero. Why did this boy have to be envolved into so much suffer, without anyone knowing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reviewer( s ) :
Aislin-Black : Oooooo..I'm so flattered that you really like my story. And besides, your such a creative writer. I'm thankful that someone as talented as you can enjoy my story.
December-Malfoy : If I'm making you sick, then stop reading my fanfic. If you want to go and be a little perverted dude, then go and read your rated R shit! And know one here cares if your fanfic is rated R!
Angie : Hey girl, thanks. But um..I posted Chapter two already..so please don't kik my ass. I know you will once you come over, but you know that i won't be able to update since my mommy don't have computer!! :'(
Everyone - Short, I know. Cliffhanger, I know. I suck at spelling and grammer, I know. But I hope you enjoy!
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Harry woke up deadly in the morning. The sun had not yet rised. Harry got up from his four-poster and sat down, starring out into the distant night. The words of Hermione's keep streamming through his mind. He was afraid the she would be right, like she has always been. Harry tries to fight the fact that Hermione's words were true. Suddenly, a tear began running slowly down his left check. He blinked hardly and another one came racing the first tear. Harry felt miserable. He was depressed. He needed someone there. Someone to comfort him. Someone to care to him. Someone to love him. Harry could only think of one person. Cho Chang.
The morning arosed sooner then Harry thought it would. He spent his two hours, starring himself into photos of Cho and him. Ron was snoring loudly next to Harry's four poster bed. He seemed as if his life was perfect. No pain. No suffer. No nothing. He seemed happy. Something Harry didn't fee1 like at all. For a second there, Harry felt like he wanted to go on a suicide. He wanted to die. After Cho had dumped him, he thought he had nothing, nothing to live for again.
Harry leaped off his four poster bed and reached for his quill and parchment. He scribbled a long, but messy letter for his friends. He knew that they would fee upset once Harry leaves them. He felt a bit guilty as well for all the sadness Ron and Hermione would go through. After all, the were all very close. Ron was the first friend Harry ever had. Another tear joined in. Then a crowd of them ran after. Like rain, the dripped down and damped the delicate parchment. Harry slowly walked down the commen room, placing his last piece of note he'll ever write.
Ron and Hermione screamed at the same time. It was they knew Harry was in danger. Both of them in their separte dorms woke everyone up. Ron and Hermione, together leaped out of the beds and abandon the curiously confussed dorm-mates behind.
Both of the anxious friends raced down to see each other. "Harry!! Where's Harry!!", Ron demanded. "I thought you know. You sleep in the same dorm as he does!!" Hermione shouted. "Oh..so, once again.. I'm the spendable one!!" Ron bitched. Hermione was about to start with Ron when Ginny came down from the girls dorm and interupted. "What's going on here. You two arn't fueding at this time of hour are you?" Ginny asked with the tired and soft voice of hers. Hermione glared at Ron, then got back to focus. "Harry's missing."
