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THE SCAR
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CHAPTER 9: LOVE AND REVELATION
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Hermione skipped down the corridor of Hogwarts. She sang to herself in a sing-song tone, I wonder what evil can be averted today? She stopped skipping and looked down at her ghetto-fabulous clothes. She added.

Not even ghetto slang will save you now, my little P.I.M.P. Princess...

Hermione gasped.

Draco turned around.

Hermione gave him a look that told him just how stupid she thought he was. You are so stupid. Ok, so maybe that helped him figure it out.

But Hermione, I love you! Draco's face turned serious.

What did you say? Hermione asked in a quiet whisper that wasn't very loud.

I said that I love you.

No, not that, you stupid oaf. Hermione looked at him strangely. You...you called me by my first name.

Yeah, and...? Draco examined his fingernails for potential particles of stuff to find their way under his perfectly manicured....uh...cleaned....nails.

You've never called me by my first name before.

So? You meet new people every day, and do you always get this excited about them being able to pronounce your name?

Hermione looked deep in thought. Oh Draco! She threw herself into Draco's arms. I love you!

Draco's eyes teared up. What...what did you say?

Hermione looked into his eyes wistfully, noticing that his eyes were the same color they'd always been and there was nothing at all different about his appearance. I said that I love you.

No, I mean...you said my first name. You called me Draco.

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. Yes...yes I suppose I did.

You've never called me that before. A faint smile made its way to his lips. Hermione...I love-

A ferocious war-cry cut through the air. Hermione looked, frightened, at Draco. He was shaking in fear. Hold me. He whispered. Hold me.

Hermione looked at him with a disconcerted expression.

Suddenly a man clad only in war paint over his entire body burst out of the shadows. The, apparent, man cried roughly. How can you love this Slytherin ferret! I love you!

Hermione look horrified. Hank? Oh God, Hank, is that you?

He answered, snarling, and I've come to finish off this sorry excuse for a ferret!

Hermione cried. And you don't have clothes on! That's more than I ever wanted to see! She shook her head, Gross! Ugh, yuck!

But Hank came steadily closer, a huge spear in hand.

Hermione shouted in slow motion.

Suddenly a caped figure jumped into the scene. Did someone call for a Ferret Slayer? Because I am Ronny, the Ferret Slayer! He was wearing a pair of tight pants and a shirt that showed entirely too much cleavage. Oh wait...

Hermione asked, aghast. What in Merlin's name are you wearing?

He glanced at her. Fighting for ratings. What I need now is a catchy line to say before I start fighting. Hmmm...

Hermione fell to her knees. What next? Hairless monkeys?

Suddenly Crabbe and Goyle walked past them, hunched over and kinda dragging their feet from trying to carry far too much food at one time.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Then Harry magically appeared. Ron! Ron, there's something I need to tell you!

Ron stopped trying to think and turned to Harry.

Ron, I... Harry started.

Yes, Harry?

I...I want you to know that...

What is it?

Ron, I'm a ferret too! Harry blurted out.

You're a what?! Ron shouted.

A ferret. You know, small little skinny rodent-things. Malfoy was one in fourth year...

Not for very long! Draco cried out and broke into tears.

How, Harry? Ron asked.

That's not all, Ron. There's something else I've got to tell you. You see, I'm not just a normal ferret. Ron looked at him intensely. Harry continued. Ron, I'm not just a ferret. I'm a ferret with a soul.

What the he- Hermione started, but then realized that Hank was about to pounce on Draco. Hank, no! Stop!

Harry, what are you talking about? There aren't any ferrets with souls.

Ron, I'm the only one. I was cursed by a tribe of Gangsta pimps when I gave one of their women rabies. I've been spending every day since trying to make up for my evil days.

Harry, I don't believe this. I can't believe this...what are you saying?

Ron, wait. There's more. Harry took a deep breath. You see, this curse stops me from being my evil ferret self, Harryus. And I just think you ought to know that you and I can never truly be together.

Ron asked, shocked. Harry, please don't say this.

Ron, I've got to go now. I've got to talk to Dumbledore. Harry turned around, then paused. I'm sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry. He began to walk away.

Ron shook his head furiously, trying to get rid of his tears. Don't walk away from me! Don't you walk away from me, bitch! Ron pulled out a pistol, and, hand shaking, held it out at Harry.

Harry turned around, looking severely worn. What Ron? Do you need to hear that I don't love you? Fine! I don't!

No, no, no, NO! Ron shouted, not believing it. You don't just wake up one day and not love someone anymor-

A horrified scream filled the air. Ron dropped the gun. All eyes turned to Hermione.

She was breathing heavily, staring at Hank, who stood over Draco's limp form with a huge sinister smile and a knife, dripping with blood.
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**Thanks for reading. Sorry for the major-o time delay in updating. I'm going to try to update a lot more often, I was having definite issues with a little disease called Writersous Blockous. Quite common, but also very deadly. Lucky I survived. A review might help me live through this hard time, though. *Wink* You know what THAT means...

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