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Hermione kissed Ron with every emotion in her soul, all the anger,
frustration, and most of all her love. Love for who? Her mind was set
between two guys. Draco Malfoy, the school's man whore and most concieted
jerk, and Ron Weasley, one of the most nicest and funniest guys around.
However, Draco Malfoy has changed, or so she thought, he rather dropped
his barrier and let Hermione see the real him. He was definitly funny and
had a intriguing, concealed side to him.
"This isn't right.." Ron trembled as he broke off the kiss, "I always
imagined our first kiss to feel like.. like when you kissed me on the
cheek before my first quidditch game, except a million times better..."
Hermione couldn't look into his eyes and concentrated intensely at the
fabric of her bedsheets.
"But..," Ron sputtered, "It was nothing like it.. cause I knew the love
for the other only came from my side."
Hermione painfully whispered, "Wh-what.. was it.. like?"
Ron looked away from Hermione's face which was full of hurt.
He sighed and admitted what he was scared to say,
"It was like a desperate guy who took advantage of a vulnerable girl's
broken heart which longed for someone else."
Ron slowly stood up from his spot on Hermione's bed and left the
dormitory without another word.
Leaving the brunette with a mind full of unanswered questions and
tears streaming down her face. After a few minutes she grabbed her
winter cloak and left for the only place she could think of that would
leave her undisturbed.
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Ron cried dry tears as he left Hermione's dormitory and headed for his
seventh year room. He felt like crawling into bed and staying there for
several years. He did not feel or want to live. He had finally told
Hermione how he really felt, after all these years, seven long years and
she replied with a kiss. But this kiss was out of loneliness and
for the closure of having someone. Anyone. He didn't want to be anyone.
He wanted to be the one. For that little moment it felt like eternal bliss
until he could really taste the kiss. It was bitter and sour, nothing as
he imagined. She didn't want him. She wanted Malfoy. His enemy since the
first time he set eyes on him, the one who taunted her every time he got,
that muggle born hater, the one who played with her heart like a toy he
got tired of. Ron wasn't going to let him get away with it.
It was time to do something he's wanted to do for seven years.
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Damn that girl was fast!
Draco had raced after Hermione as she ran away in the Great Hall. It had
been at least a couple of hours since the incident, but Hermione was no
where to be seen. He looked in the most obvious places, the library,
the Gryffindor common room (which wasn't very hard due to eavesdropping
in front of the Fat Lady and being a sunny day outside so everyone was
outside enjoying the weather), and he was off to his last destination.
Her dormitory.
Draco quickly muttered the password to the Slytherin common room which
happen to be 'Porskoff Ploy' a famous Quidditch maneuvers and headed
towards his dormitory. He speedily grabbed his broom, the newest version
of the Firebolt and headed towards the window. Draco mounted his broom and
was off in a minute.
He wasn't sure why he went after, after all he could get any girl he
wanted. He wasn't being arrogant, he knew it, everyone in the school knew
it, so it was known to be a fact. Something about Hermione attracted him,
she was different from all other girls. She didn't flirt with any guy who
was popular, she didn't use tons of magic to enhance her appearance, and
most importantly, she was actually a girl you could have an intelligent
conversation with. She was definitly pretty by nature, but she was more
than looks, she was nice to all and didn't judge others quickly.
Draco flew towards the Gryffindor tower and easily found Hermione's
dormitory, which happened to also be one of his ex-girlfriend's room.
He gazed through the window and his eyes landed on Hermione who was in
her bed, it was obvious that she had been crying owing to her pink puffy
eyes. But she wasn't alone, Ron was sitting at the end of her bed. He was
talking, but Draco couldn't hear anything since he was so high and the
wind was blowing hard. Before Ron could finish what he was saying,
Hermione catched his lips and kissed him affectionately.
Draco left before he could see more, it was too painful to see a girl he
really wanted to be with, show her love for another. He determiningly
pushed his broom forwards to the Quidditch Pitch. He couldn't get his
mind off of her, but flying around the golden hoops kept him somewhat
distracted.
Why did she say she was falling in love with him if she really wanted
Ron? Did she want him to feel as much pain as he caused her throughout
their school years? Of course; he should of saw this coming.
She hated him, he was a mean, heartless, person, but she didn't know that
was just to hide his emotions. He had never had someone actually care for
who he was, not for someone everyone thought he was.
Most of the Slytherins laughed at his dumb insults towards the Gryffindors
seeing that his father had many connections, and if his son had a problem
with another's son or daughter he could get someone fired just like that.
All the girls he dated were like house elves, they did whatever he wanted
and would never disobey. They were either scared or were just using him
for his popularity and looks. He had never wanted to fall for her, but he
had. He fell hard and he had never felt such pain.
He headed to the the last place he had been with her. The North Tower.
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She did like Ron, she did have feelings for him, and she knew they
could have a dozen kids and live happily. But she didn't want that, she
didn't want to settle down right after school ended. she wanted
spontaneous love, love that keeps you on your feet. She wanted to be
surprised everyday and didn't want a routinely type of love.
Draco would be everything she wanted. He was different, mysterious, and
surprised Hermione everytime they met. She knew if they were to be
together, that the love on the first day they were together would still be
as strong as the last day. But how would she know if he was faithful to
her? He already cheated on her during a fake relationship. He was too
deceitful, and probably was just in the relation for the money. But why
would he need money? He was most likely the richest student in Hogwarts.
If it wasn't for the money, than why did he agree to the bet? Hermione
quickly answered the question with an answer she forced herself to
believe was false. He was someone who blew out others candles to make
theirs brighter, he knew Hermione would be someone easy to pick on. She
was muggle born, a know-it-all, and had bushy brown hair. An easy target.
He made her feel like nothing, less than someone under the Cruciatus
curse. Then he got a offer to be able to play with her mind. His charms
fooled everyone girl in the school, why wouldn't it trick her?
Hermione let out another sob of heartache and buried her face into
her robes as she sat on the roof with her knees tucked in. She had landed
at the North Tower after she stole a school broom from the broom closet
The tears felt like icicles burning on her cheeks which was ironic since
it was a very bright, sunny day. But then again, she was very high from
the ground. The front of her robe became very damp which caused Hermione
to cry loudly and not notice the sound of someone's foot against the
texture of the rooftop.
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HOLY CRAP!! That was a very long chapter.. well one more chapter to go,
sorry everyone! It took me over a week to finish it.. if it doesn't make sense sorry..
i'm just very tired due to the fact that its 1 am..
the final votes were:
Hermione and Ron - 1
Hermione and Draco - 22 (if i counted wrong sorry)