Authors Note; IMPORTANT!!: This story started out as being co-written by me and chellibeani, but then she posted it secretly, behind my back, after I'd already posted it with both of our names. She did it behind my back to get all of the credit, so whatever. The story 'Everyone's Obsession' By Chellibeani is the same story for the first two chapters, but after that it gets different. Chell wrote the first chapter, I wrote the second, and thats how it goes. Just so there's no confusion. We aren't copying each other. oh yeah, and I changed my profile around, and now this is my account, changed my penname to 'Maureeni', etc.
Chapter 3
Tearful Obsession
Hermione lay, sobbing, on her bed. Why did this have to happen to her? Hermione Granger, brilliant, clever, pretty Hermione Granger, who never did anything wrong? What had she done wrong to deserve this from Draco? Why did he want her, and not Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Bulstrode, or even Parvati Patil, who would go his way easily?
Meanwhile, down in the common room, alone and feeling worthless, Harry asked himself similar questions. What did he do wrong? Why did Hermione break up with him? Was he not caring enough, not loyal enough? Did Hermione like someone else?
No. She couldn't like someone else. Hermione had always told Harry that she loved him. And she'd meant it.
Hadn't she?
~~~~~
Draco Malfoy strutted through the hallways, head held high, shoulders broad, smirk plastered to a clean-shaven face. Hermione was his, and he was hers. No more Potter in his way. He looked and felt his best that day, and anyone looking onto the situation, Draco and Hermione walking down the hallway together, people gawking at them and whispering to each other as they walked by, would think that any girl to date Draco Malfoy would be a happy girl. But anyone looking onto the situation could see that the girl attached to Draco Malfoy's arm was not a happy girl.
It looked as if she had not taken anytime with herself that morning. Her face was make-up less, her hair, a bush, her robes weer shlumpy and there wasn't a gleam of happiness in her eyes. In fact, a person that looked into the situation might've thought that Hermione Granger was a very sad girl. A very sad girl indeed.
"She can't be sad about Draco." Parvati Patil whispered to Lavender Brown as they passed. "Look at him! He's perfect! She's probably bummed because she got a B on a test, or something, you know Hermione."
"But look, Par, she hasn't even bothered to comb her hair!" Lavender pointed out.
"But what happened to Harry?" Ginny weasley squealed to older brother Ron Weasley as Draco paraded Hermione about the halls. Ron had half the mind to stop him, but caught Hermione's eye and thought better of it.
"I don't know. I'll go find him." Ron replied.
Harry hadn't come to breakfast, and Ron had been fast asleep by the time Harry had come up to the dorms. Therefore, Ron knew nothing of what was happening. He went to the common rooms and up to the dorms, only to find Harry laying on his bed, fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling, his cheeks wet, arms behind his head.
"Harry?" Ron said quietly, approaching him. "What's the matter, mate?" Ron said down on the bed opposite Harry.
"Hermione." Harry stated simply, and Ron needed no more. Fresh tears began to pour down Harry's cheeks, and Ron knew what had happened. Hermione had broken up with Harry. And now, it appeared she was dating Malfoy.
Ron didn't know what to say. Should he tell Harry? One look at Harry's face told him not to. He was already devastated enough, and the last thing he needed was to find out that the woman he loved was dating the guy he hated most in the world. Well, besides Voldermort. And probably Peter Pettigrew. You know, obvious exceptions.
"What was her reason?" Ron asked curiously, not meaning to rub it in, but just trying to direct his thoughts away from the sad look on Hermiones face while she was walking with Draco.
"She .. didn't give one." Harry choked. "She just said we..we can't see each other anymore, Harry, wrenched herself away from me, and ran upstairs. I barely had time to ask her what was wrong."
"What do you mean, what was wrong?" Ron asked.
"She was crying when she came in. Almost crying." Harry corrected himself.
"Was she, now?" Ron rubbed his chin. Maybe this had something to do with Draco. No.. no. Hermione wouldn't let something like that happen to her, especially with that git, if she wasn't completely happy with it. Parvati was right, she probably just got a B on a test. Hermione was always down when she didn't do best in the class, which wasn't often. Ron tried to direct Harry's thoughts towards something happier.
"Well.. you'd better get up. I'm sorry, but there's quidditch tonight, and you've gotta be there. Seeker, you know." Ron jested, trying to look helpful and uplifting.
"Tell Angelina I won't be able to make it today." Harry whispered, turning over in bed. "Tell all the teachers, too, will you?"
"Oh come on Harry, you're acting like a little kid." Ron said forcefully. Then, he thought about what had happened to Harry. "Nevermind. Sorry. Yes, I'll tell them. I've got to go, though. Class, and everything.. Bye."
"Bye." Harry mumbled into the pillow.
He could only think of a couple of times in his life that he'd felt worse than this.
Chapter 3
Tearful Obsession
Hermione lay, sobbing, on her bed. Why did this have to happen to her? Hermione Granger, brilliant, clever, pretty Hermione Granger, who never did anything wrong? What had she done wrong to deserve this from Draco? Why did he want her, and not Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Bulstrode, or even Parvati Patil, who would go his way easily?
Meanwhile, down in the common room, alone and feeling worthless, Harry asked himself similar questions. What did he do wrong? Why did Hermione break up with him? Was he not caring enough, not loyal enough? Did Hermione like someone else?
No. She couldn't like someone else. Hermione had always told Harry that she loved him. And she'd meant it.
Hadn't she?
~~~~~
Draco Malfoy strutted through the hallways, head held high, shoulders broad, smirk plastered to a clean-shaven face. Hermione was his, and he was hers. No more Potter in his way. He looked and felt his best that day, and anyone looking onto the situation, Draco and Hermione walking down the hallway together, people gawking at them and whispering to each other as they walked by, would think that any girl to date Draco Malfoy would be a happy girl. But anyone looking onto the situation could see that the girl attached to Draco Malfoy's arm was not a happy girl.
It looked as if she had not taken anytime with herself that morning. Her face was make-up less, her hair, a bush, her robes weer shlumpy and there wasn't a gleam of happiness in her eyes. In fact, a person that looked into the situation might've thought that Hermione Granger was a very sad girl. A very sad girl indeed.
"She can't be sad about Draco." Parvati Patil whispered to Lavender Brown as they passed. "Look at him! He's perfect! She's probably bummed because she got a B on a test, or something, you know Hermione."
"But look, Par, she hasn't even bothered to comb her hair!" Lavender pointed out.
"But what happened to Harry?" Ginny weasley squealed to older brother Ron Weasley as Draco paraded Hermione about the halls. Ron had half the mind to stop him, but caught Hermione's eye and thought better of it.
"I don't know. I'll go find him." Ron replied.
Harry hadn't come to breakfast, and Ron had been fast asleep by the time Harry had come up to the dorms. Therefore, Ron knew nothing of what was happening. He went to the common rooms and up to the dorms, only to find Harry laying on his bed, fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling, his cheeks wet, arms behind his head.
"Harry?" Ron said quietly, approaching him. "What's the matter, mate?" Ron said down on the bed opposite Harry.
"Hermione." Harry stated simply, and Ron needed no more. Fresh tears began to pour down Harry's cheeks, and Ron knew what had happened. Hermione had broken up with Harry. And now, it appeared she was dating Malfoy.
Ron didn't know what to say. Should he tell Harry? One look at Harry's face told him not to. He was already devastated enough, and the last thing he needed was to find out that the woman he loved was dating the guy he hated most in the world. Well, besides Voldermort. And probably Peter Pettigrew. You know, obvious exceptions.
"What was her reason?" Ron asked curiously, not meaning to rub it in, but just trying to direct his thoughts away from the sad look on Hermiones face while she was walking with Draco.
"She .. didn't give one." Harry choked. "She just said we..we can't see each other anymore, Harry, wrenched herself away from me, and ran upstairs. I barely had time to ask her what was wrong."
"What do you mean, what was wrong?" Ron asked.
"She was crying when she came in. Almost crying." Harry corrected himself.
"Was she, now?" Ron rubbed his chin. Maybe this had something to do with Draco. No.. no. Hermione wouldn't let something like that happen to her, especially with that git, if she wasn't completely happy with it. Parvati was right, she probably just got a B on a test. Hermione was always down when she didn't do best in the class, which wasn't often. Ron tried to direct Harry's thoughts towards something happier.
"Well.. you'd better get up. I'm sorry, but there's quidditch tonight, and you've gotta be there. Seeker, you know." Ron jested, trying to look helpful and uplifting.
"Tell Angelina I won't be able to make it today." Harry whispered, turning over in bed. "Tell all the teachers, too, will you?"
"Oh come on Harry, you're acting like a little kid." Ron said forcefully. Then, he thought about what had happened to Harry. "Nevermind. Sorry. Yes, I'll tell them. I've got to go, though. Class, and everything.. Bye."
"Bye." Harry mumbled into the pillow.
He could only think of a couple of times in his life that he'd felt worse than this.