Live to Die: Chapter Two

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A/N: Ok everything I really need to say will be said after I finish the story, I hate keeping people waiting when what they wanna see is my story not my boring author's notes. In future anything you ask in a review will be answered in my special thanks, well enough from me, on with the story.

((Disclaimer: See chapter b4))

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"Professor, how nice to see you," Hermione said in a fake cheery voice, not realising Malfoy.

McGonagall came to a stop next to Hermione.

"Miss Granger, put him down, NOW!"

"As you wish, Professor," Hermione said, the tone not dropping from her voice. She whispered a few words, flicked her wand again and Draco came slamming to the ground, landing in an uncomfortable heap. Hermione grin at him coolly.

"Miss Granger, Why is it that you were floating Mr Malfoy?" McGonagall enquired.

Hermione shrugged. "Felt like it."

"You felt like it?" McGonagall repeated, her eyes resting on Hermione's change of appearance.

"You make it sound like it's hard to comprehend," Hermione in a smart-ass tone.

McGonagall scowled. "What did you say, Miss Granger?"

Hermione repeated what she had said word for word. The class was stunned, their teacher along with them. No-one knew what had gotten into the normally quiet and poliet Hermione.

First she cut her hair, then she levitated Malfoy twenty feet in the air, now she's back-chatting to McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress. Had she gone insane?

"Miss Granger, what has gotten into you?"

Hermione shrugged. "Hormones?" She said off-handedly and began walking back to the castle.

"Miss Granger, where are you going?"

Hermione shrugged. "Your voice is annoying, plus I skipped lunch. I'm getting something to eat."

Hermione casually walked away as her on-lookers gapped as Harry and Ron had not so long ago.

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Hermione entered Gryffindor Common Room, an hour or so later, to find Ron, Harry and Ginny sitting in armchair waiting for something.

Ginny glanced in her direction not expecting it to be her and a scream emitted from her mouth, quickly she laid her hands over it. "Sorry," She murmured through her mouths guard.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and took a seat next to Harry, which gave her a seat right by the fire.

"So, who are you all waiting for?" She asked, taking a bite out of a chocolate filled pastry the house elves had given her not so long ago.

"You," Harry said turning to glare at her.

"Re'lly?" Hermione asked, her mouth full of chocolate. "Why?"

"Why?" Ron exploded. "You should have seem McGongall, she was redder than the time Neville transfigured her dress into a clown suit."

Hermione laughed. "Ah.. fun times."

"This isn't funny Hermione," Harry pointed out. "This is serious."

"I know," Hermione said, before taking another bit of the pastry in her hand.

Harry rubbed his temples as if he had a headache. He turned to Hermione, with the most calm she's seem in his face for- well since forever.

"Hermione, please explain to me, why did you do this?"

Hermione sighed. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," Harry shot, getting comfortable.

Hermione leant backwards. "Ok Harry, you think you'll get me?"

Harry nodded.

"Fine, Do you have any idea what it's like to be me?" She asked, although it wasn't really a question. "My mother and father look at me as if I'm one kind of angel, like I'm perfect. I'm not, ok, I'm just not. I'll never be perfect. I hate being such a goodie-two-shoes, I hate the way I looked. I just wanted to be me, the way I really am. No books, no smarts, just me."

"But that IS who you are, books and all."

"See my point Harry, you don't understand. I'm not just books and what you see. I'm different. I like to sit in the darkness and meditate," Hermione stated, "I like wearing this make-up, I like boys and music, I'm not like you think I am. I'm only like that because you guys don't understand the read me.

"I came to Hogwarts and I wanted to get good grades like my cousins do at their muggle schools, to make my family proud. So I read all the books and tried really hard. And then I got labelled as well Me, the loser. I'm completely different, you're one of my closest friends and you can't even see the real me."

Hermione jumped off the armchair, dropped everything on her lap and in her hands and walked off up the girl dormitoy, leaving a very confused, very stupid-looking Harry, Ron and Ginny on their seats.

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I thought Harry and Ron would understand, I guess they don't. They just think I'm some kind of bookworn turned goth. I'm not a goth, I just like the way I look like this.

Hermione threw herself on her four-poster bed. She wasn't going to cry, not like some ditsy-giggler who got dumped by her boyfriend. She could handle being alone. At least she hoped she could, because her friends weren't going to get it, so all she had was herself.

"It's like they say, can't trust no one but me, myself and I," Hermione said to herself.

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Well that's it, I know its short again but It's three am, cut me some slack ok?

Review, but only if you wanna,

Love Thai xox.

Ps: For those of you who wish to discuss my story or just wanna talk to moi, the author my email's lady_honey45@hotmail.com

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Special Thankies:

Flipside: Ohhh!!! My first flame for this story, I love flames, ya I know that's weird but I do. First, I found it kind of confusing for you to flame my fic then say I'ma godd writer, which I thought was sweet, thank you. Ok my internet won't work so I'll have to try and remember what you said. You said something about geeks like skool or something. I wasn't having a go at geek if your like offended or anything, I just like the nasty, cool Hermione angle, I think its cute. And you said something about Hermione being a goth bitch, she's not a goth, I make sure I never put any kind of religion in my stories, I'm a firm athiest, it would be an insult to myself if I made her worship something, even if it is the devil. Anyway thanks for reading, add me to your msn and I can explain what you didn't see in why story if you like, I'd look forward to talking to one of my critics, I've become friends with alot of my old flamers.