I SLAP HIM.
I waited him for hours in the common room. That git better show up or else,
I would kill him. He walked in the common room, he looked sorrowful. He
knew he's going to get a word or more from me.
"You went to the concert with Malfoy and Ron," I scowled at him. He looked at me with pleading eyes. He started to open his mouth but I cut him off, "I told you not to go there but NOOO, you have to go."
"Hermione, I needed some time off from this stress," he said weakly.
"Stress?" I was furious. "You could get killed, you know that," I sounded him.
"I know that I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry is not good enough," I told him. "You should listen to me from the first place," I added more to pained him.
"I did," he said and I was angry at him. I told him not to go anywhere in this time of danger when Voldermont and his minions were everywhere.
"I used the Disillusion Charm on me so no one would recognized me, if my scar hurt I would ran away from him like you told me," he said.
"I told you something else and you heard another advice from me," I spat at him.
Then Ron came in looking gleefully. He looked at me and Harry and began to look nervous and puzzled. "What's going on around here?" he asked.
I told him to sod off and I he gave me a glare. I shot him back a scowl and he went quiet. I turned back to Harry.
"I'm sorry," he pleaded to me in a pathetic attempt.
"Sorry is not good enough from you, I was worried for you, and you don't care," I said angrily. He started crying and I wasn't please.
"I'm sorry, forgive me," he cried. He went near me to hold me but I fend him off.
"You could have died, your mother and father died for you and Sirius died for you but you have to just go to the stupid concert," I said sarcastically.
"I know but they're my favourite group, if it wasn't for Malfoy and Ron I could never be relax, please I'm sorry, I would never again ruin our friendship," he said and sobbed.
"You were not relax and why are you stress," I remembered him said stress. "I was stress from the work load that the professors gave me, Dumbledore's favours that only I could do and my friends who expected me to do better," he explained.
"I did not give you stress." I persisted.
"You did, you told me to finish my work, win the quidditch match and trained harder for the fight with Voldermont. You were the one who gave me it a lot," he said.
"How dare you?" I was bewildered. I could not listen to his inconsiderate rambling. He was about to open his mouth but I did something to stop it. "SMACK," I slapped him hard right in his face. He fell to the ground and held his right cheek, the place where I slap him. Ron gasped and his was wide.
I hoped he cry like a girl and pleaded more for forgiveness. I waited for him to look at me in those teary eyes. But something was not right. He was not crying. He looked confused. He looked like he was afraid of something.
I thought to myself what have I done. I have gone too far, "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." I tried to hug him for comfort and forgiveness but he backed off me. He was really scared. He looked at me like another person. The same look before we were friends.
"Harry, please, I'm sorry, I should've done such a thing to you," I pleaded. The tables have turn. He could have made me like I did to him. Fear took over him and he did not know what to do. Ron looked at us like a doll.
He stood up and looked around for something. He saw his broken glasses and picked it up. I did not notice I broke his glasses when I slapped him. He wore it and I noticed to my dismay, a hand-shaped marked form my slap can be seen. It was really red, it meant pain for him. My hand was hurting too from the slap.
"Let me fixed your glasses," I offered nicely. I took of my wand and pointed at him but he walked to his dorm. "Wait Harry, I can fix it," I pleaded. He stopped. I thought I could finally fix it.
"If you don't want to be friends with me," he said in a gloomy tone, "Then it's alright with me." He walked to his room, disappeared from my sight. I could not believe it I lost a friend, a best friend.
"I go up and see him," Ron said weakly and ran up. I sat in the chair alone and crying for Harry. How could I done this to him. He said sorry and wanted forgiveness but I have to slap him for enjoyment. He said he would never ruin our friendship but I was the one who ruined it. I went to my dorm and lied on the bed to continue crying.
Why did I pressure him? He has every right to have fun and his life. I lost a friend, a friend who I have secretly in love with. I do not know what to do to remand the friendship. I hurt him more than myself. I'm sorry Harry Potter.
The greatest fic that I have ever written. To you all beginners like me, write a short fic first to gain interest form the others. Write short and simple first. If you all wanted a continuance to this fic, I've thought of several possibilities.
1) Harry turns gay, that's something of a horror. H/D shippers
2) Harry forgotten Hermione forever or not. R/Hr shippers
3) Ron to the rescue with some other friends help. The most possible. H/Hr shippers
4) Harry has develop a fear towards feeling a slight pain. The cause from the slap. H.
END!
"You went to the concert with Malfoy and Ron," I scowled at him. He looked at me with pleading eyes. He started to open his mouth but I cut him off, "I told you not to go there but NOOO, you have to go."
"Hermione, I needed some time off from this stress," he said weakly.
"Stress?" I was furious. "You could get killed, you know that," I sounded him.
"I know that I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry is not good enough," I told him. "You should listen to me from the first place," I added more to pained him.
"I did," he said and I was angry at him. I told him not to go anywhere in this time of danger when Voldermont and his minions were everywhere.
"I used the Disillusion Charm on me so no one would recognized me, if my scar hurt I would ran away from him like you told me," he said.
"I told you something else and you heard another advice from me," I spat at him.
Then Ron came in looking gleefully. He looked at me and Harry and began to look nervous and puzzled. "What's going on around here?" he asked.
I told him to sod off and I he gave me a glare. I shot him back a scowl and he went quiet. I turned back to Harry.
"I'm sorry," he pleaded to me in a pathetic attempt.
"Sorry is not good enough from you, I was worried for you, and you don't care," I said angrily. He started crying and I wasn't please.
"I'm sorry, forgive me," he cried. He went near me to hold me but I fend him off.
"You could have died, your mother and father died for you and Sirius died for you but you have to just go to the stupid concert," I said sarcastically.
"I know but they're my favourite group, if it wasn't for Malfoy and Ron I could never be relax, please I'm sorry, I would never again ruin our friendship," he said and sobbed.
"You were not relax and why are you stress," I remembered him said stress. "I was stress from the work load that the professors gave me, Dumbledore's favours that only I could do and my friends who expected me to do better," he explained.
"I did not give you stress." I persisted.
"You did, you told me to finish my work, win the quidditch match and trained harder for the fight with Voldermont. You were the one who gave me it a lot," he said.
"How dare you?" I was bewildered. I could not listen to his inconsiderate rambling. He was about to open his mouth but I did something to stop it. "SMACK," I slapped him hard right in his face. He fell to the ground and held his right cheek, the place where I slap him. Ron gasped and his was wide.
I hoped he cry like a girl and pleaded more for forgiveness. I waited for him to look at me in those teary eyes. But something was not right. He was not crying. He looked confused. He looked like he was afraid of something.
I thought to myself what have I done. I have gone too far, "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." I tried to hug him for comfort and forgiveness but he backed off me. He was really scared. He looked at me like another person. The same look before we were friends.
"Harry, please, I'm sorry, I should've done such a thing to you," I pleaded. The tables have turn. He could have made me like I did to him. Fear took over him and he did not know what to do. Ron looked at us like a doll.
He stood up and looked around for something. He saw his broken glasses and picked it up. I did not notice I broke his glasses when I slapped him. He wore it and I noticed to my dismay, a hand-shaped marked form my slap can be seen. It was really red, it meant pain for him. My hand was hurting too from the slap.
"Let me fixed your glasses," I offered nicely. I took of my wand and pointed at him but he walked to his dorm. "Wait Harry, I can fix it," I pleaded. He stopped. I thought I could finally fix it.
"If you don't want to be friends with me," he said in a gloomy tone, "Then it's alright with me." He walked to his room, disappeared from my sight. I could not believe it I lost a friend, a best friend.
"I go up and see him," Ron said weakly and ran up. I sat in the chair alone and crying for Harry. How could I done this to him. He said sorry and wanted forgiveness but I have to slap him for enjoyment. He said he would never ruin our friendship but I was the one who ruined it. I went to my dorm and lied on the bed to continue crying.
Why did I pressure him? He has every right to have fun and his life. I lost a friend, a friend who I have secretly in love with. I do not know what to do to remand the friendship. I hurt him more than myself. I'm sorry Harry Potter.
The greatest fic that I have ever written. To you all beginners like me, write a short fic first to gain interest form the others. Write short and simple first. If you all wanted a continuance to this fic, I've thought of several possibilities.
1) Harry turns gay, that's something of a horror. H/D shippers
2) Harry forgotten Hermione forever or not. R/Hr shippers
3) Ron to the rescue with some other friends help. The most possible. H/Hr shippers
4) Harry has develop a fear towards feeling a slight pain. The cause from the slap. H.
END!
