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Chapter 13
Amy looked into the fire with tears sliding down her face but no sound was made. Amy was somewhat lost in the world without Kyan. She had known Kyan since she could remember and had always had a little crush on him but somehow never actually loved him.
"Amy?" a voice came from behind. Amy sat up and wiped her tears. She turned her body and saw Ron Weasley.
"Ron, what are you doing up so late?" Amy asked sniffing.
"Early you mean, I couldn't sleep. If Kyan dies, Hermione will be a lot different."
"But she is different. She changed, she changed a lot."
"Yes, I know that, but I know Hermione more than you and she would definitely get worse. She would hate everybody and yeah."
"Ron, have I ever told you that you're a sweet guy," Amy sniffed through a smile.
"No, but that's still nice to know."
"Pull up a chair, Ron. We can talk about things."
~Hospital Wing, Earlier~
Draco had been walking out of the room where Kyan was. "I tried, Malfoy. I tried to die so hard because I hate my life, but Hermione is still here." Draco stopped at the faint, raspy voice coming from behind. "Turn around kid and pull up a chair. I wanna tell you a story about my sister, Charlotte Dunlap." Draco slowly turned around and stood for a few seconds. He pulled up a chair after and sat down in it. Kyan was in pain, but there was no body cast yet.
"Charlotte was 12 when my dad started to rape her. She was 13 when she first did drugs. Started Quidditch and was hooked on playing rough and breaking people's bones. When she was 15 she fell off her broom 50 feet above the ground and broke her back. Charlotte was placed in St. Mungos for two years and her back still hurt afterwards. She played Quidditch rougher than ever and killed two people doing so. Both times were on accident and she had to pay more than 10,000 galleons and our family went broke. Charlotte moved to Mexico after we never saw her again. We had to pay for the damage she did."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because Charlotte could have already killed herself and if she did, our family wouldn't really care. You have to think about other people before yourself. If I had killed myself, people would have cared a lot. You cared even though I know you hate me."
"I don't hate you Dunlap, I just didn't like you because you had the girl that I had sex with. She lost her virginity with me. And I couldn't help but think she was going out with you to make me jealous."
"Well you sure looked like you were always pissed at me and hated me."
"Well obviously I was pissed. I just told you I was. I could have ripped your balls off and shoved them down your throat if I wanted to, but I put myself in other people's shoes."
"Also, I don't think you're much of a perv to do that."
"You'd have Hermione do it for you, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, but not you, just not you. You scare me, Malfoy."
"That's not a way to treat your new best mate, is it?" Draco said.
"Malfoy, you're cool but you really just need to chillax for a few days."
"Chillax?" Draco asked.
"Chill relax," Kyan explained.
"Why?"
"You need to relax because didn't Pansy Parkinson give you head a few days ago?" Draco looked at Kyan like he had five heads.
"NO! Who the fuck told you that?"
"Her,"
"Well she didn't. Is that going around the school?"
"I'm afraid to say it kinda is." Kyan said. Draco stood up, his muscular legs knocking over the chair behind him.
"She's gonna wish she had never said anything about us."
~Gryffindor Tower, 10:00 ~
Hermione lay in bed staring out the window. She was out of tears to cry, she was out of emotion. Her body was numb.
"Hermione, it's time to get out of bed and get something to eat." Maura said pulling the blankets off of Hermione's pale body.
"I'm not hungry." Hermione said.
"Yes you are, you just don't know it. Look if you come down to the Great Hall with me so I can actually get MYSELF some breakfast, I have something to tell you." Hermione looked at Maura and blinked.
"You have something to tell me? Are you sure you can't just tell Amy?"
"What is your problem Hermione? Get out of that bed; I'm not fucking joking anymore. If you care about Kyan so much you would come with me." Hermione sat up.
"Find me some clothes and French braid my hair." Maura opened her trunk and pulled out a black knee-length frilly skirt and a white button up shirt. She threw them at Hermione with a sigh. Hermione put the skirt over her flannel shorts and the shirt over her white tank top. Maura started braiding her hair.
Hermione's palms were sweaty; her whole body was sweaty for some reason. She felt gross.
"Where's Amy?"
"With Ron down by the lake."
"Oh," Hermione felt displeased with the fact that they were together.
"She's trying to change the person she is. I have no idea why."
"Probably because she hates the fact that she's kind of a slut."
"That's not true,"
"I'm a slut too. I mean I went from being a regular school girl to liking Draco, telling Ron I liked him when I didn't and then............ going out with Kyan." Hermione let out a deep breath.
"What he did was fucking stupid and ignorant. Don't ever forgive him for that." Maura tried to pick up the brush that Hermione was holding but fell instead. Her wrist was exposed in the sun light. Hermione saw deep gashes running down her arm. Maura looked at Hermione.
"What? You must have tried it before. Amy does it all the time but covers it up with a bunch of blush and shit like that."
"Oh, I never tried it."
"Oh yeah, you were perfect with a perfect life."
"Why are you acting all pissy this morning?" Hermione asked and Maura readjusted herself on the bed.
"Just shut up and let me do your fucking hair." When Maura finished with her hair, they went down stairs. There was nobody in the Great Hall except for Draco and Blaise Zabini. They were both in black. Draco turned around and looked at Hermione. Hot tears sprang from her eyes.
"Draco," she whispered. His hands were shoved in his pockets and so were Blaise's. He was also looking at Hermione. They began to walk up to both Maura and Hermione. But Hermione stopped them, running up to Draco and wrapping her arms around him.
"I love you so much, Draco. I love you more than anything." Tears fell from her eyes. "I wish you could see," Draco lifted her from the floor and hugged her.
"I do see, Hermione, but you've still got Kyan." He put her back on the floor and wiped her eyes. "I do see how much you might think that way, but you don't love me. You love Kyan." He pushed Hermione's arms off of his broad shoulders.
"I don't understand, I thought he was dead? I thought you loved me."
"I can't love a person who loves someone else."
"Granger, you've got one of the coolest boyfriends around, you don't need a Slytherin jerk." Blaise said. Maura gave Blaise a hug.
"He tried to die but remembered you. He didn't leave you, Hermione." Draco said.
"Draco, I love you though. Why do you have such a hard time understanding that? Are you still afraid of what people are gonna think?"
"Yes, Hermione, of course! Of course I'm afraid. My father hates you, we could never be together."
"Fine, I see how it's going to be from now on. You were the only person who's ever seen my body exposed and I trusted you with it, but I guess you didn't think I was good enough to break the barrier and walls that your father put around you." Hermione turned around and jogged out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, come on." Draco said. She went down to the Hospital Wing to see Kyan. He was drinking cider. His face was all banged up.
"Kyan," her soft voice said. His eyes looked up at her.
"I love you, Hermione. I'm so stupid. How could I do this to you?"
"Kyan, it worked out for a while but when this happened . . .
how can I ever forgive you? I still love you, but things between us, it isn't working out."
"I understand, I guess. It's Draco isn't it?"
"No, Draco's too scared too love me and too scared of what other people would think." Kyan looked at his hands and Hermione looked out the window.
"Well, now I really don't understand. If you still love me and-"
"Kyan, its what you did! It was stupid and to try and die. You're not supposed to die at the age of 17."
"Well maybe you just have a problem with going out with a pureblood!" Kyan yelled.
"Yeah, maybe they can't handle this ass." Hermione said.
"Yeah, Hermione, I guess I can't because you don't know how to even have a boyfriend for friggen a week.
"You know, Kyan, I was in bed all day until Maura woke me up and told me she had something to tell me about you."
"Well if you cared about me so much, you wouldn't have broken up with me."
"I did care about you until you made that rude pureblood joke." Hermione turned around and walked out. She walked out to the courtyard and looked around. Nobody was there. Probably all at their classes. The breeze flowed through Hermione's fingers and loose hair. She sat down in the grass and plucked some of it out.
"I thought I might find you here." Hermione turned around and saw Harry. He sat opposite of her.
"Yeah, well at least your being normal around here."
"What, Amy isn't being her slutty self?"
"No, she is and with your best friend. Why aren't you in class?"
"I said I was too sick to go. Hermione you're my best friend and I'm going to be honest with you. I liked it better when you were smart."
"But I took the things people said to me and I was so ugly and- God Harry, I was social dumb."
"So what, Hermione. At least people knew that you were smart enough to do something in life. Now you're a complete slut and can't handle life anymore."
"That makes me feel much better, Harry."
"I told you I was going to tell you the honest truth."
"Well, I know you're not trying to be mean because Harry Potter is my best friend and he's dead famous and get any friends he wants but he chose me."
"Exactly, I mean if you could be anybody in this school, who would it be?" Hermione didn't know who. She thought she was perfect the way she was. Smart, pretty, funny, nice- right? "I'd wanna be Brad Harrison for some really weird reason."
"I think I'm fine the way I am."
"Your right, you are. All the girls want to be you because they know you can get any guy you want to."
"No, I can't. That's not true,"
"Yes it is, Hermione and you know it. You got a bunch of 7th years looking at you and you don't even know it. You're too stupid worrying about Kyan or Draco that you don't realize it."
"Well how would you know?"
"Hermione, along with every other guy in this school, I've had a crush on you sometime or another and now you're a slut so all the guys you never knew want you now." Hermione thought about this for a very long time, shadowing herself from others. Her days were normal, except Ron and Harry weren't there again and Maura and Amy were always quiet now.
Hermione woke up one morning and looked outside at the snow covered grounds. Amy and Ron were outside twirling and catching the snowflakes on their tongues. They had become very close over the past few weeks. Hermione didn't know if they were together though. They had always disappeared after Quidditch matches.
Hermione turned around and walked down to the Common Room where the fire was burning and there was a letter with her name on the table. She strode over to the table and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Now that you are a 6th year, you have many more privileges this winter. 7th
years are having their last Yule Ball and are looking for some help. We have selected you to help. If you chose to, you can bring yourself as well as 5 mates to the Yule ball this year. The chorus will be singing many of the songs, but we will have a special guest that only the 6th year staff will know about. Planning this year's ball for the 7th years has been much harder than the last years. As you may have know, Kyan Dunlap recently fell
off the bridge that was above rushing water and also the writing on the walls and all over the place was presumably hard to get off. Any who, the special guest at the ball will be the Weird Sisters performing the last few
songs before the chorus singing the German version of Silent Night. 6th year staff will meet the 5th December, which is a Thursday at 5 o'clock. That will be mostly the informational meeting but if you would like to get
started right away, that would be okay with me. If you do not wish to
participate with the staff you do not have to attend. That is all the information I can give you right now. I hope you will attend the meeting,
Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione bit her lower lip and threw the letter into the fire. She walked over to the window and saw Amy and Ron on the ground. Amy was on top of Ron, whispering to him. . .
"I love you, Ron. I've never actually loved someone. I've always been too much of a slut to have a true love."
"You're not a slut to me, Amy. I love you." Amy kissed him lightly on his warm lips.
Hermione watched them kiss from the window. After Amy pulled away, Hermione went upstairs and into the girl's bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, then reached up and plucked a piece of glass out of its spot. She went into a stall and sat down as hot tears sprang to her eyes. She ran the glass into her porcelain flesh. The blood in her wrist flowed out easily and onto the floor. She sucked in her breath as the tears ran down her cheeks. She dropped the glass and started crying.
Giggling came into the bathroom, pacifically Maura and Ginny's voice. It stopped as they heard Hermione. They opened the door and saw Hermione's head buried in her arms. Maura lifted her head and saw the gash. She covered it and kissed Hermione on the cheek.
"I love you, Hermione." Maura whispered.
A few days later, while Hermione sat in the library reading a poetry book, Draco walked in with Pansy at his side. They were smiling and holding hands. Hermione and him glanced at each other.
She recited the poem:
Pain is created in the heart Only by love. Pain is created in the mind only by Which you see it. Pain is created in the soul only by One another's words. Pain is created in the body only by When you have put pain in The soul, the mind and the heart. But pain in another's eyes Is only when you put pain in your body.
Hermione blinked and looked over at Blaise Zabini and his girlfriend making out behind a book shelf. She looked back at Pansy and Draco who had pulled out a book and were now laughing. Hermione bit her lower lip. How she longed for the attention of Draco Malfoy. She longed for his fingertips to touch her body.
Hermione laid her head down on the table and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked at the gashes in her arm.
"Hello, Ms. Granger." Hermione sat up and looked across the table. Draco was sitting across from her.
"What do you want?"
"Can't I say hi?"
"No," Hermione got up and walked out of the library. She walked down the darker hall; the long way always seemed safer to her than the short way. Footsteps followed her down the hall, it was Draco. He caught up and pulled her arm towards him. She pulled away, but he pulled back and pusher her into a corner.
"Why are doing this to me, Draco?"
"Because, Hermione. I can't live with you, but I can't live without you." Draco responded.
"Get away from me, Draco. Don't touch me, ever again!" He pushed her harder against the wall as she struggled to get away.
"I'll touch you if I want to, Hermione! Hermione, I love you."
"I don't want you to, Draco!" Her lip quivered. "If you love me so much, Draco, you wouldn't touch me like this."
"Well how should I touch you, Hermione!" Hermione took his hands and put them on her face.
"That's how you should touch me." Hermione looked into his eyes as he leaned in. Hermione felt her lips touch his. He grabbed her hands and kissed her fingertips, then ran them down to her palm and then to her scars.
"How did you know those were there?"
"Hermione, Maura is probably your best friend and would want to make you happy. She tells me what you do every now and then and I've wanted to make it up to you." Hermione placed his hands on his chest.
"I have to go to a meeting." Hermione whispered.
"I have to, too." he whispered back. Hermione began kissing Draco as they slid down the wall together. She put his hand on her breast as she slid onto the floor. His kisses trailed down to her neck and then back up to her lips. He began to un-button her shirt and then trailed to her cleavage. Goosebumps spread everywhere among Hermione's body.
"We can't be doing this," Hermione said as she sat up. Draco seemed bewildered but he knew she was right. She buttoned up her shirt and stood up. She walked down to the Great Hall and saw Maura, Amy, Ron and Harry sitting together. There were only two chairs left.
Hermione sat down in one of them and Draco sat in the other one.
"Now we can start the meeting." Dumbledore said, grinning at Hermione with that twinkle in his eyes. "All of you have showed up and I am very pleased with that. Now all we have to do until preparing is to go over the ground rules and assign jobs. Rule number one: No threat to other students." Hermione thought about this one. Draco used to make threats towards her, but now he didn't. Draco had somewhat become calmer than ever before.
It seemed like Dumbledore went on forever with the rules. But Hermione wasn't paying attention, so how would she know what forever felt like?
"Now to jobs, I am assigning each and every one of you a job and most of you will be working in another 6th year student's station. Here are the managers for those stations: Hermione Granger will make sure everything is in check. Draco Malfoy will be assigned the music station. Maura Farrell and Mandy Brocklehurst of the decorations. Ron Weasley and Amy Brooker picking the chorus songs. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Harry Potter at the electronics and Blaise Zabini at the doors.
"Come on, Dumbledore, make Millicent Bullstrode do it."
"Shut up, Blaise." Millicent said.
"To your stations if you please. Anyone who didn't hear your name called out, please come to the front where I will tell you what you are."
Hermione walked over to a corner of the Hall with tables and lists on them. She looked at all of them: Tickets, food, students who weren't and were allowed to come. She looked down it. Kyan was allowed along with Brad and Matt. She turned the page before throwing it back onto the table.
"Hey," Hermione turned around and saw Parvati Patil.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm not in your house, bitch."
"Alright, Padma, what do you want?"
"I want you to confess."
"Confess what?"
"You know what you did."
"And if I don't confess for whatever you're talking about, what happens to me?"
"You know that birthday of yours?" Hermione remembered. She, Maura, Amy and Ginny had all gotten drunk in the woods and went skinny dipping. Matt and Brad jumped in when they were drunk and started making out with all the girls. After they got out and went into the common room, Hermione and Maura were wrestling and hit Parvati, knocking her over and then she hit her head on the table. So Hermione and the girls went back to the grounds and into the Quidditch pitch where a lot of the sluts, bitches and whores and bastards went and started to flash everyone. Padma was there. "Well pretty soon, everyone is gonna know."
"And they'll believe you? A perfect Ravenclaw girl who has never had a boy's attention since Ron's when he was desperate."
"Yeah, because you know who else was there?"
"Who? Pansy Parkinson?"
"Cho Chang was there, me and her have been best friends since last year."
"Nobody's gonna believe you guys, so back off, Patil."
"Are you so sure about this, Granger?"
"Yeah, now get away or else I'll have you taken off the staff."
"Where does it say that, bitch?" Hermione held up a piece of paper with high lighted parts.
"The manager of the staff may take off any 6th year student that is being disrespectful or not helping out." Hermione recited. "Are you so sure now, Padma?" Padma glared at Hermione before leaving her sight. No one would believe Padma, right? Hopefully they wouldn't believe Cho either.
That night, Hermione went down to the lake where she would hopefully find Draco because he had given her a note.
Draco was there. Hermione walked up to him. He turned around once he heard the foot steps of his mudblood lover. Her hair was flowing so gracefully in the wind with snowflakes in most of the strands; her eyes were twinkling in the moon light
"Hi," Hermione greeted him. He walked up to her and gave her a hug. He took her in his arms and walked her into the woods. Hermione leaned on a willow tree and looked up at the moon. Draco took her smooth face in his hands and kissed her lovingly. He slid his tongue between her grape tasting lips. Hermione put her arms around his neck and then ran her hands through his hair.
Draco pulled away. "Hermione, when no one is there for you, you can always come to me and I'll make you feel better."
"And when you can't seem to get your friends to understand and you hate me, I'll still love you." Draco smiled and looked to the moon.
"Hermione, will you go to the ball with me."
"Of course, Draco. But I'll need a dress before I can go."
"I'll buy it for you, down at Hogsmeade at Gladrags; they're selling ball gowns right now." Draco was getting excited over this.
"We'll go this weekend, Draco."
"And of course we'll need to have an after party somewhere and my tux."
"Draco calm down, the ball goes til' midnight and I'll probably be worn out by then, if not, we don't need an after party because it'll be Christmas and by then everyone will know that I got drunk on my birthday and flashed a bunch of people." Hermione said. Draco was confused.
"You flashed people?"
"Yeah, a bunch, but it was my birthday and I was drunk and hey, I was 16. For once, I wanted to be like a whore and a slut even though I already am but whatever."
"Well can I feel you up then sense you are one?"
"No, of course not. That's like me giving you a hand job, only worse."
"For you, but I wouldn't mind it. Hell, I wouldn't mind a good hand job right now."
"Draco, shut up, before I knee you in the balls."
"Why should I shut up, slut?"
"Because I'm telling you that you should, bastard." Hermione quickly lifted her knee but Draco had already started running. When Hermione had caught up with him and was shoulder to shoulder with him, Draco pulled her down onto the ground on top of him.
Draco took all the breathing time he needed before saying, "Do you think we already have lost our reputations?"
"I have alright, but you're still in the middle I bet." Hermione laid her head down on his coated chest. "Can we have sex on Christmas or have you already promised another girl?"
"I promised Luna Lovegood, but I think I can make an adjustment." Hermione pushed herself up and smacked him across the face. "Jesus, I was kidding. She only asked if she could give me head. That was when she was drunk though.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, Hermione."
"And what did you say to her?"
"I said sure, I mean come on, Hermione. It was when you weren't talking to me and everything. I was looking for some sex and couldn't find any." Hermione got up.
"So if you knew I loved you Draco you wouldn't have said 'sure'. I mean come on, that's so shady of you. If you wanted to have sex with somebody you could have gotten it with me. Not Luna Lovegood, she's butt-fucking- ugly!" Draco sat up.
"It doesn't mean anything, Hermione. She's probably forgotten by now."
"If it doesn't mean anything why do I feel like you can't settle down for shit? I had all my faith that you would settle when you said you would always be there for me. And when you started kissing me today. I felt like you wanted to make love to me, rather than having sex. I mean having sex and making love might seem like the same thing to you a.k.a. a one night stand. Love making to me is something where you don't care about what comes along in the road. You're doing it because you love the person that you're doing it with."
"Hermione, I'm just a fucking kid, you can't expect me to settle down at the age of 15. I mean maybe you do because you're a girl. Girls want one boy to themselves and they boy wants to get away from her and kiss other girls. You gotta experience other things with other people, Hermione. You can't expect us to get married right out of school."
"Why not? Why can't I, Draco? I love you that much and you can't say the same back?"
"You just can't, Hermione. People like us aren't meant for each other, people like us shouldn't be together."
"You know, maybe your right, maybe its time we tell people that we hate each other so the house can start fighting again and so they know that sex was just a thing in the past for us and love making isn't in the future." Hermione got up and started walking to the school.
"Hermione, Jesus Christ. What's your problem lately? You must be menstrual. Just because I fuck around with other girls and were not-" Hermione turned around.
"Fuck you, Draco! You know, for so long I wanted you to die and now I love you and you don't give a shit!" Draco walked up to her and grabbed her by the arms, pressing them so hard onto her body that she felt like they would break off any second now.
"Never ever insult me like that again, Hermione Granger." He whispered into her ear.
"Don't touch me, Draco!" Hermione yelled. Draco pushed her on the ground and got on top of her. He started ripping off her coat. Hermione started crying as she tried to sit up.
"Hermione lay down if you want me to fuck you so badly." Draco said pushing her back down. He was being sexually violent with her and she didn't know why.
"Draco, stop it! Stop it, please. I love you so much!" Draco bent down and started sliding his tongue in her mouth and running his hands up her shirt. She pushed him away finally by kicking him in the balls as she had promised. He rolled off of her and into the lightly snow covered ground. Hermione put her coat on and started running. Draco got up and watched her run.
"Shit, Draco. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I do that?" Draco asked himself.
Hermione ran to the common room where Ron was almost asleep. She burst in the room and ran into a chair. Ron woke up to the loud crash.
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron got off the coach and went over to Hermione. He wrapped her in his arms.
"It's Draco, Ron. I dunno what he was trying to do; he was just pushing me down in the snow and trying to rape me or something. Please don't tell anyone or try to do anything about it because I love him and I know he was just in one of those moods." Ron stood back.
"Hermione, this is serious. Maybe it's happened to you sometime before but its Draco Malfoy, this kid has threatened to kill you many times and he has one night stands all the time."
"But Ron, you don't understand our relationship. We love each other so much and I made insults toward him tonight." Hermione sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't have even told you."
"Hermione you can't expect to sit down about this and calm down. It bothers me. I need to do something about it."
~Slytherin Lavatories, 12:36~
Draco looked in the mirror at himself. He was what every girl seemed to want but nobody could tame him it seemed. Why was this he wondered? Because it was worthless trying to he had guess. 'Yes, no girl wanted to try to because they think they can't do it. Hermione why did I ruin the best relationship I've ever had with a girl?'
Draco was a beast and Hermione was the beauty and many people now knew that. They were two very different people falling in love faster than Draco had ever fallen before and he didn't want to believe such a thing like this was happening. He had lost his reputation the day he had laid eyes on her, he just didn't know it til now but he refused to think something like this was so true. He loved Hermione Granger but didn't want to at all.
A/N-This chapter is much longer and has different little stories it seemed like to me in-between. I didn't want to make it like 11 or 12 pages long but I kinda did haha. And I didn't want to make it so dramatic because I was trying to push it away but it came back and well my mom calls me the drama queen. I hate this chapter right now but it's probably one of the hardest to write and that's why love it at the same time. I think that's part of being a writer. Loving and hating what you write but that's what I have you guys for, to tell me what was bad about it and making this a positive experience for my long journey ahead. And some of the reviews I won't like on this one probably but I probably will like some of them. And yes I was listening to more sad songs, Ben Jelen, Britney Spears, Box Car Racer and Blink 182, Katy Rose and a lot of other things. This is the was the hardest chapter I have ever had to post in my fan fiction "career", I'm a mess it seems because I have butterflies in my stomach and I just hope I didn't do anything wrong in this chapter. I also wanted to end it in so many places but I wanted to go on and continue this depressing chapter for Hermione. So I hope you guys like this chapter as much as I liked writing it.
No I wasn't a girl scout, Steph
Tourniquet: I think your right but you'll have to see what will happen.
Frozen Darkness: I think the best gift life could give him is death, but also another great gift was Hermione.
Beach-Babi: Thanks for reviewing my story and reading them all at once. I think that's really cool, haha.
Riley26: No, Maura and Amy weren't mad at her. Maura was just upset and she took her anger out on Hermione and the chess board. Amy was very upset and couldn't believe Kyan would try and throw his life away and that will be made clearer in this chapter.
Chapter 13
Amy looked into the fire with tears sliding down her face but no sound was made. Amy was somewhat lost in the world without Kyan. She had known Kyan since she could remember and had always had a little crush on him but somehow never actually loved him.
"Amy?" a voice came from behind. Amy sat up and wiped her tears. She turned her body and saw Ron Weasley.
"Ron, what are you doing up so late?" Amy asked sniffing.
"Early you mean, I couldn't sleep. If Kyan dies, Hermione will be a lot different."
"But she is different. She changed, she changed a lot."
"Yes, I know that, but I know Hermione more than you and she would definitely get worse. She would hate everybody and yeah."
"Ron, have I ever told you that you're a sweet guy," Amy sniffed through a smile.
"No, but that's still nice to know."
"Pull up a chair, Ron. We can talk about things."
~Hospital Wing, Earlier~
Draco had been walking out of the room where Kyan was. "I tried, Malfoy. I tried to die so hard because I hate my life, but Hermione is still here." Draco stopped at the faint, raspy voice coming from behind. "Turn around kid and pull up a chair. I wanna tell you a story about my sister, Charlotte Dunlap." Draco slowly turned around and stood for a few seconds. He pulled up a chair after and sat down in it. Kyan was in pain, but there was no body cast yet.
"Charlotte was 12 when my dad started to rape her. She was 13 when she first did drugs. Started Quidditch and was hooked on playing rough and breaking people's bones. When she was 15 she fell off her broom 50 feet above the ground and broke her back. Charlotte was placed in St. Mungos for two years and her back still hurt afterwards. She played Quidditch rougher than ever and killed two people doing so. Both times were on accident and she had to pay more than 10,000 galleons and our family went broke. Charlotte moved to Mexico after we never saw her again. We had to pay for the damage she did."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because Charlotte could have already killed herself and if she did, our family wouldn't really care. You have to think about other people before yourself. If I had killed myself, people would have cared a lot. You cared even though I know you hate me."
"I don't hate you Dunlap, I just didn't like you because you had the girl that I had sex with. She lost her virginity with me. And I couldn't help but think she was going out with you to make me jealous."
"Well you sure looked like you were always pissed at me and hated me."
"Well obviously I was pissed. I just told you I was. I could have ripped your balls off and shoved them down your throat if I wanted to, but I put myself in other people's shoes."
"Also, I don't think you're much of a perv to do that."
"You'd have Hermione do it for you, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, but not you, just not you. You scare me, Malfoy."
"That's not a way to treat your new best mate, is it?" Draco said.
"Malfoy, you're cool but you really just need to chillax for a few days."
"Chillax?" Draco asked.
"Chill relax," Kyan explained.
"Why?"
"You need to relax because didn't Pansy Parkinson give you head a few days ago?" Draco looked at Kyan like he had five heads.
"NO! Who the fuck told you that?"
"Her,"
"Well she didn't. Is that going around the school?"
"I'm afraid to say it kinda is." Kyan said. Draco stood up, his muscular legs knocking over the chair behind him.
"She's gonna wish she had never said anything about us."
~Gryffindor Tower, 10:00 ~
Hermione lay in bed staring out the window. She was out of tears to cry, she was out of emotion. Her body was numb.
"Hermione, it's time to get out of bed and get something to eat." Maura said pulling the blankets off of Hermione's pale body.
"I'm not hungry." Hermione said.
"Yes you are, you just don't know it. Look if you come down to the Great Hall with me so I can actually get MYSELF some breakfast, I have something to tell you." Hermione looked at Maura and blinked.
"You have something to tell me? Are you sure you can't just tell Amy?"
"What is your problem Hermione? Get out of that bed; I'm not fucking joking anymore. If you care about Kyan so much you would come with me." Hermione sat up.
"Find me some clothes and French braid my hair." Maura opened her trunk and pulled out a black knee-length frilly skirt and a white button up shirt. She threw them at Hermione with a sigh. Hermione put the skirt over her flannel shorts and the shirt over her white tank top. Maura started braiding her hair.
Hermione's palms were sweaty; her whole body was sweaty for some reason. She felt gross.
"Where's Amy?"
"With Ron down by the lake."
"Oh," Hermione felt displeased with the fact that they were together.
"She's trying to change the person she is. I have no idea why."
"Probably because she hates the fact that she's kind of a slut."
"That's not true,"
"I'm a slut too. I mean I went from being a regular school girl to liking Draco, telling Ron I liked him when I didn't and then............ going out with Kyan." Hermione let out a deep breath.
"What he did was fucking stupid and ignorant. Don't ever forgive him for that." Maura tried to pick up the brush that Hermione was holding but fell instead. Her wrist was exposed in the sun light. Hermione saw deep gashes running down her arm. Maura looked at Hermione.
"What? You must have tried it before. Amy does it all the time but covers it up with a bunch of blush and shit like that."
"Oh, I never tried it."
"Oh yeah, you were perfect with a perfect life."
"Why are you acting all pissy this morning?" Hermione asked and Maura readjusted herself on the bed.
"Just shut up and let me do your fucking hair." When Maura finished with her hair, they went down stairs. There was nobody in the Great Hall except for Draco and Blaise Zabini. They were both in black. Draco turned around and looked at Hermione. Hot tears sprang from her eyes.
"Draco," she whispered. His hands were shoved in his pockets and so were Blaise's. He was also looking at Hermione. They began to walk up to both Maura and Hermione. But Hermione stopped them, running up to Draco and wrapping her arms around him.
"I love you so much, Draco. I love you more than anything." Tears fell from her eyes. "I wish you could see," Draco lifted her from the floor and hugged her.
"I do see, Hermione, but you've still got Kyan." He put her back on the floor and wiped her eyes. "I do see how much you might think that way, but you don't love me. You love Kyan." He pushed Hermione's arms off of his broad shoulders.
"I don't understand, I thought he was dead? I thought you loved me."
"I can't love a person who loves someone else."
"Granger, you've got one of the coolest boyfriends around, you don't need a Slytherin jerk." Blaise said. Maura gave Blaise a hug.
"He tried to die but remembered you. He didn't leave you, Hermione." Draco said.
"Draco, I love you though. Why do you have such a hard time understanding that? Are you still afraid of what people are gonna think?"
"Yes, Hermione, of course! Of course I'm afraid. My father hates you, we could never be together."
"Fine, I see how it's going to be from now on. You were the only person who's ever seen my body exposed and I trusted you with it, but I guess you didn't think I was good enough to break the barrier and walls that your father put around you." Hermione turned around and jogged out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, come on." Draco said. She went down to the Hospital Wing to see Kyan. He was drinking cider. His face was all banged up.
"Kyan," her soft voice said. His eyes looked up at her.
"I love you, Hermione. I'm so stupid. How could I do this to you?"
"Kyan, it worked out for a while but when this happened . . .
how can I ever forgive you? I still love you, but things between us, it isn't working out."
"I understand, I guess. It's Draco isn't it?"
"No, Draco's too scared too love me and too scared of what other people would think." Kyan looked at his hands and Hermione looked out the window.
"Well, now I really don't understand. If you still love me and-"
"Kyan, its what you did! It was stupid and to try and die. You're not supposed to die at the age of 17."
"Well maybe you just have a problem with going out with a pureblood!" Kyan yelled.
"Yeah, maybe they can't handle this ass." Hermione said.
"Yeah, Hermione, I guess I can't because you don't know how to even have a boyfriend for friggen a week.
"You know, Kyan, I was in bed all day until Maura woke me up and told me she had something to tell me about you."
"Well if you cared about me so much, you wouldn't have broken up with me."
"I did care about you until you made that rude pureblood joke." Hermione turned around and walked out. She walked out to the courtyard and looked around. Nobody was there. Probably all at their classes. The breeze flowed through Hermione's fingers and loose hair. She sat down in the grass and plucked some of it out.
"I thought I might find you here." Hermione turned around and saw Harry. He sat opposite of her.
"Yeah, well at least your being normal around here."
"What, Amy isn't being her slutty self?"
"No, she is and with your best friend. Why aren't you in class?"
"I said I was too sick to go. Hermione you're my best friend and I'm going to be honest with you. I liked it better when you were smart."
"But I took the things people said to me and I was so ugly and- God Harry, I was social dumb."
"So what, Hermione. At least people knew that you were smart enough to do something in life. Now you're a complete slut and can't handle life anymore."
"That makes me feel much better, Harry."
"I told you I was going to tell you the honest truth."
"Well, I know you're not trying to be mean because Harry Potter is my best friend and he's dead famous and get any friends he wants but he chose me."
"Exactly, I mean if you could be anybody in this school, who would it be?" Hermione didn't know who. She thought she was perfect the way she was. Smart, pretty, funny, nice- right? "I'd wanna be Brad Harrison for some really weird reason."
"I think I'm fine the way I am."
"Your right, you are. All the girls want to be you because they know you can get any guy you want to."
"No, I can't. That's not true,"
"Yes it is, Hermione and you know it. You got a bunch of 7th years looking at you and you don't even know it. You're too stupid worrying about Kyan or Draco that you don't realize it."
"Well how would you know?"
"Hermione, along with every other guy in this school, I've had a crush on you sometime or another and now you're a slut so all the guys you never knew want you now." Hermione thought about this for a very long time, shadowing herself from others. Her days were normal, except Ron and Harry weren't there again and Maura and Amy were always quiet now.
Hermione woke up one morning and looked outside at the snow covered grounds. Amy and Ron were outside twirling and catching the snowflakes on their tongues. They had become very close over the past few weeks. Hermione didn't know if they were together though. They had always disappeared after Quidditch matches.
Hermione turned around and walked down to the Common Room where the fire was burning and there was a letter with her name on the table. She strode over to the table and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Now that you are a 6th year, you have many more privileges this winter. 7th
years are having their last Yule Ball and are looking for some help. We have selected you to help. If you chose to, you can bring yourself as well as 5 mates to the Yule ball this year. The chorus will be singing many of the songs, but we will have a special guest that only the 6th year staff will know about. Planning this year's ball for the 7th years has been much harder than the last years. As you may have know, Kyan Dunlap recently fell
off the bridge that was above rushing water and also the writing on the walls and all over the place was presumably hard to get off. Any who, the special guest at the ball will be the Weird Sisters performing the last few
songs before the chorus singing the German version of Silent Night. 6th year staff will meet the 5th December, which is a Thursday at 5 o'clock. That will be mostly the informational meeting but if you would like to get
started right away, that would be okay with me. If you do not wish to
participate with the staff you do not have to attend. That is all the information I can give you right now. I hope you will attend the meeting,
Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione bit her lower lip and threw the letter into the fire. She walked over to the window and saw Amy and Ron on the ground. Amy was on top of Ron, whispering to him. . .
"I love you, Ron. I've never actually loved someone. I've always been too much of a slut to have a true love."
"You're not a slut to me, Amy. I love you." Amy kissed him lightly on his warm lips.
Hermione watched them kiss from the window. After Amy pulled away, Hermione went upstairs and into the girl's bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, then reached up and plucked a piece of glass out of its spot. She went into a stall and sat down as hot tears sprang to her eyes. She ran the glass into her porcelain flesh. The blood in her wrist flowed out easily and onto the floor. She sucked in her breath as the tears ran down her cheeks. She dropped the glass and started crying.
Giggling came into the bathroom, pacifically Maura and Ginny's voice. It stopped as they heard Hermione. They opened the door and saw Hermione's head buried in her arms. Maura lifted her head and saw the gash. She covered it and kissed Hermione on the cheek.
"I love you, Hermione." Maura whispered.
A few days later, while Hermione sat in the library reading a poetry book, Draco walked in with Pansy at his side. They were smiling and holding hands. Hermione and him glanced at each other.
She recited the poem:
Pain is created in the heart Only by love. Pain is created in the mind only by Which you see it. Pain is created in the soul only by One another's words. Pain is created in the body only by When you have put pain in The soul, the mind and the heart. But pain in another's eyes Is only when you put pain in your body.
Hermione blinked and looked over at Blaise Zabini and his girlfriend making out behind a book shelf. She looked back at Pansy and Draco who had pulled out a book and were now laughing. Hermione bit her lower lip. How she longed for the attention of Draco Malfoy. She longed for his fingertips to touch her body.
Hermione laid her head down on the table and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked at the gashes in her arm.
"Hello, Ms. Granger." Hermione sat up and looked across the table. Draco was sitting across from her.
"What do you want?"
"Can't I say hi?"
"No," Hermione got up and walked out of the library. She walked down the darker hall; the long way always seemed safer to her than the short way. Footsteps followed her down the hall, it was Draco. He caught up and pulled her arm towards him. She pulled away, but he pulled back and pusher her into a corner.
"Why are doing this to me, Draco?"
"Because, Hermione. I can't live with you, but I can't live without you." Draco responded.
"Get away from me, Draco. Don't touch me, ever again!" He pushed her harder against the wall as she struggled to get away.
"I'll touch you if I want to, Hermione! Hermione, I love you."
"I don't want you to, Draco!" Her lip quivered. "If you love me so much, Draco, you wouldn't touch me like this."
"Well how should I touch you, Hermione!" Hermione took his hands and put them on her face.
"That's how you should touch me." Hermione looked into his eyes as he leaned in. Hermione felt her lips touch his. He grabbed her hands and kissed her fingertips, then ran them down to her palm and then to her scars.
"How did you know those were there?"
"Hermione, Maura is probably your best friend and would want to make you happy. She tells me what you do every now and then and I've wanted to make it up to you." Hermione placed his hands on his chest.
"I have to go to a meeting." Hermione whispered.
"I have to, too." he whispered back. Hermione began kissing Draco as they slid down the wall together. She put his hand on her breast as she slid onto the floor. His kisses trailed down to her neck and then back up to her lips. He began to un-button her shirt and then trailed to her cleavage. Goosebumps spread everywhere among Hermione's body.
"We can't be doing this," Hermione said as she sat up. Draco seemed bewildered but he knew she was right. She buttoned up her shirt and stood up. She walked down to the Great Hall and saw Maura, Amy, Ron and Harry sitting together. There were only two chairs left.
Hermione sat down in one of them and Draco sat in the other one.
"Now we can start the meeting." Dumbledore said, grinning at Hermione with that twinkle in his eyes. "All of you have showed up and I am very pleased with that. Now all we have to do until preparing is to go over the ground rules and assign jobs. Rule number one: No threat to other students." Hermione thought about this one. Draco used to make threats towards her, but now he didn't. Draco had somewhat become calmer than ever before.
It seemed like Dumbledore went on forever with the rules. But Hermione wasn't paying attention, so how would she know what forever felt like?
"Now to jobs, I am assigning each and every one of you a job and most of you will be working in another 6th year student's station. Here are the managers for those stations: Hermione Granger will make sure everything is in check. Draco Malfoy will be assigned the music station. Maura Farrell and Mandy Brocklehurst of the decorations. Ron Weasley and Amy Brooker picking the chorus songs. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Harry Potter at the electronics and Blaise Zabini at the doors.
"Come on, Dumbledore, make Millicent Bullstrode do it."
"Shut up, Blaise." Millicent said.
"To your stations if you please. Anyone who didn't hear your name called out, please come to the front where I will tell you what you are."
Hermione walked over to a corner of the Hall with tables and lists on them. She looked at all of them: Tickets, food, students who weren't and were allowed to come. She looked down it. Kyan was allowed along with Brad and Matt. She turned the page before throwing it back onto the table.
"Hey," Hermione turned around and saw Parvati Patil.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm not in your house, bitch."
"Alright, Padma, what do you want?"
"I want you to confess."
"Confess what?"
"You know what you did."
"And if I don't confess for whatever you're talking about, what happens to me?"
"You know that birthday of yours?" Hermione remembered. She, Maura, Amy and Ginny had all gotten drunk in the woods and went skinny dipping. Matt and Brad jumped in when they were drunk and started making out with all the girls. After they got out and went into the common room, Hermione and Maura were wrestling and hit Parvati, knocking her over and then she hit her head on the table. So Hermione and the girls went back to the grounds and into the Quidditch pitch where a lot of the sluts, bitches and whores and bastards went and started to flash everyone. Padma was there. "Well pretty soon, everyone is gonna know."
"And they'll believe you? A perfect Ravenclaw girl who has never had a boy's attention since Ron's when he was desperate."
"Yeah, because you know who else was there?"
"Who? Pansy Parkinson?"
"Cho Chang was there, me and her have been best friends since last year."
"Nobody's gonna believe you guys, so back off, Patil."
"Are you so sure about this, Granger?"
"Yeah, now get away or else I'll have you taken off the staff."
"Where does it say that, bitch?" Hermione held up a piece of paper with high lighted parts.
"The manager of the staff may take off any 6th year student that is being disrespectful or not helping out." Hermione recited. "Are you so sure now, Padma?" Padma glared at Hermione before leaving her sight. No one would believe Padma, right? Hopefully they wouldn't believe Cho either.
That night, Hermione went down to the lake where she would hopefully find Draco because he had given her a note.
Draco was there. Hermione walked up to him. He turned around once he heard the foot steps of his mudblood lover. Her hair was flowing so gracefully in the wind with snowflakes in most of the strands; her eyes were twinkling in the moon light
"Hi," Hermione greeted him. He walked up to her and gave her a hug. He took her in his arms and walked her into the woods. Hermione leaned on a willow tree and looked up at the moon. Draco took her smooth face in his hands and kissed her lovingly. He slid his tongue between her grape tasting lips. Hermione put her arms around his neck and then ran her hands through his hair.
Draco pulled away. "Hermione, when no one is there for you, you can always come to me and I'll make you feel better."
"And when you can't seem to get your friends to understand and you hate me, I'll still love you." Draco smiled and looked to the moon.
"Hermione, will you go to the ball with me."
"Of course, Draco. But I'll need a dress before I can go."
"I'll buy it for you, down at Hogsmeade at Gladrags; they're selling ball gowns right now." Draco was getting excited over this.
"We'll go this weekend, Draco."
"And of course we'll need to have an after party somewhere and my tux."
"Draco calm down, the ball goes til' midnight and I'll probably be worn out by then, if not, we don't need an after party because it'll be Christmas and by then everyone will know that I got drunk on my birthday and flashed a bunch of people." Hermione said. Draco was confused.
"You flashed people?"
"Yeah, a bunch, but it was my birthday and I was drunk and hey, I was 16. For once, I wanted to be like a whore and a slut even though I already am but whatever."
"Well can I feel you up then sense you are one?"
"No, of course not. That's like me giving you a hand job, only worse."
"For you, but I wouldn't mind it. Hell, I wouldn't mind a good hand job right now."
"Draco, shut up, before I knee you in the balls."
"Why should I shut up, slut?"
"Because I'm telling you that you should, bastard." Hermione quickly lifted her knee but Draco had already started running. When Hermione had caught up with him and was shoulder to shoulder with him, Draco pulled her down onto the ground on top of him.
Draco took all the breathing time he needed before saying, "Do you think we already have lost our reputations?"
"I have alright, but you're still in the middle I bet." Hermione laid her head down on his coated chest. "Can we have sex on Christmas or have you already promised another girl?"
"I promised Luna Lovegood, but I think I can make an adjustment." Hermione pushed herself up and smacked him across the face. "Jesus, I was kidding. She only asked if she could give me head. That was when she was drunk though.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, Hermione."
"And what did you say to her?"
"I said sure, I mean come on, Hermione. It was when you weren't talking to me and everything. I was looking for some sex and couldn't find any." Hermione got up.
"So if you knew I loved you Draco you wouldn't have said 'sure'. I mean come on, that's so shady of you. If you wanted to have sex with somebody you could have gotten it with me. Not Luna Lovegood, she's butt-fucking- ugly!" Draco sat up.
"It doesn't mean anything, Hermione. She's probably forgotten by now."
"If it doesn't mean anything why do I feel like you can't settle down for shit? I had all my faith that you would settle when you said you would always be there for me. And when you started kissing me today. I felt like you wanted to make love to me, rather than having sex. I mean having sex and making love might seem like the same thing to you a.k.a. a one night stand. Love making to me is something where you don't care about what comes along in the road. You're doing it because you love the person that you're doing it with."
"Hermione, I'm just a fucking kid, you can't expect me to settle down at the age of 15. I mean maybe you do because you're a girl. Girls want one boy to themselves and they boy wants to get away from her and kiss other girls. You gotta experience other things with other people, Hermione. You can't expect us to get married right out of school."
"Why not? Why can't I, Draco? I love you that much and you can't say the same back?"
"You just can't, Hermione. People like us aren't meant for each other, people like us shouldn't be together."
"You know, maybe your right, maybe its time we tell people that we hate each other so the house can start fighting again and so they know that sex was just a thing in the past for us and love making isn't in the future." Hermione got up and started walking to the school.
"Hermione, Jesus Christ. What's your problem lately? You must be menstrual. Just because I fuck around with other girls and were not-" Hermione turned around.
"Fuck you, Draco! You know, for so long I wanted you to die and now I love you and you don't give a shit!" Draco walked up to her and grabbed her by the arms, pressing them so hard onto her body that she felt like they would break off any second now.
"Never ever insult me like that again, Hermione Granger." He whispered into her ear.
"Don't touch me, Draco!" Hermione yelled. Draco pushed her on the ground and got on top of her. He started ripping off her coat. Hermione started crying as she tried to sit up.
"Hermione lay down if you want me to fuck you so badly." Draco said pushing her back down. He was being sexually violent with her and she didn't know why.
"Draco, stop it! Stop it, please. I love you so much!" Draco bent down and started sliding his tongue in her mouth and running his hands up her shirt. She pushed him away finally by kicking him in the balls as she had promised. He rolled off of her and into the lightly snow covered ground. Hermione put her coat on and started running. Draco got up and watched her run.
"Shit, Draco. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I do that?" Draco asked himself.
Hermione ran to the common room where Ron was almost asleep. She burst in the room and ran into a chair. Ron woke up to the loud crash.
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron got off the coach and went over to Hermione. He wrapped her in his arms.
"It's Draco, Ron. I dunno what he was trying to do; he was just pushing me down in the snow and trying to rape me or something. Please don't tell anyone or try to do anything about it because I love him and I know he was just in one of those moods." Ron stood back.
"Hermione, this is serious. Maybe it's happened to you sometime before but its Draco Malfoy, this kid has threatened to kill you many times and he has one night stands all the time."
"But Ron, you don't understand our relationship. We love each other so much and I made insults toward him tonight." Hermione sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't have even told you."
"Hermione you can't expect to sit down about this and calm down. It bothers me. I need to do something about it."
~Slytherin Lavatories, 12:36~
Draco looked in the mirror at himself. He was what every girl seemed to want but nobody could tame him it seemed. Why was this he wondered? Because it was worthless trying to he had guess. 'Yes, no girl wanted to try to because they think they can't do it. Hermione why did I ruin the best relationship I've ever had with a girl?'
Draco was a beast and Hermione was the beauty and many people now knew that. They were two very different people falling in love faster than Draco had ever fallen before and he didn't want to believe such a thing like this was happening. He had lost his reputation the day he had laid eyes on her, he just didn't know it til now but he refused to think something like this was so true. He loved Hermione Granger but didn't want to at all.
A/N-This chapter is much longer and has different little stories it seemed like to me in-between. I didn't want to make it like 11 or 12 pages long but I kinda did haha. And I didn't want to make it so dramatic because I was trying to push it away but it came back and well my mom calls me the drama queen. I hate this chapter right now but it's probably one of the hardest to write and that's why love it at the same time. I think that's part of being a writer. Loving and hating what you write but that's what I have you guys for, to tell me what was bad about it and making this a positive experience for my long journey ahead. And some of the reviews I won't like on this one probably but I probably will like some of them. And yes I was listening to more sad songs, Ben Jelen, Britney Spears, Box Car Racer and Blink 182, Katy Rose and a lot of other things. This is the was the hardest chapter I have ever had to post in my fan fiction "career", I'm a mess it seems because I have butterflies in my stomach and I just hope I didn't do anything wrong in this chapter. I also wanted to end it in so many places but I wanted to go on and continue this depressing chapter for Hermione. So I hope you guys like this chapter as much as I liked writing it.
No I wasn't a girl scout, Steph