***I wasn't really happy about the length of the first chapter, so expect more as time goes by.****
Why I Hate You
I hate the way you treat my friends
Hermione still stood in the library a few moments after Malfoy left. She couldn't believe it. She was so angry with herself she almost wanted to cry. She had constructed a whole conversation in her mind, and yet, he still won. She trudged back to the Gryffindor common room and sat at the small desk in the corner. She really didn't know what to do. She had no intention of watching Harry and Ron practice flying, nor did she want to join the giggling girls in the dormitory who were trying on makeup.
Hermione sat and thought about how pathetic she was. Here she was, in 7th year, and yet, she really didn't have anymore than two friends. Two friends who were obviously closer to each other than to her: Hermione understood why, but it still hurt. She glanced at the bookshelf and contemplated getting a book, but it was no use, as she had read them all by 4th year. "Hell with it," she muttered aloud and stood up. She went up the stairs to the girls' dormitory and opened the door.
As she had suspected, all the girls were sprawled out on the floor trying on makeup and cleaning pores or some crap like that. "Do you mind if I join you?" Parvati Patel looked a bit shocked at Hermione's sudden interest in getting beautiful, but she still said, "Sure, Mione, what do you want to do?" Hermione gulped, she really hadn't thought about what she was going to do. Off of the top of her head, she quickly said she wanted to go for the "natural look".
All the girls giggled at the same time and sort of swarmed all over Hermione. She now realized she had just volunteered herself to become the group project. "Oh, God," she thought. "What have I gotten myself into?" She was led to a chair with her back to the mirror and the girls got to work. Hermione heard tidbits of what they were doing to her. She heard something like, "…no, a little more concealer!" After about 20 minutes, each girl with a smile on her face turned Hermione around to look at the mirror.
Hermione expected herself to look like some sort of clown, but the person she saw in the mirror was…beautiful. She was speechless. Just as she was about to say her thank you's, Ginny busted through the door. "Hermione! Come quick, I think Malfoy did something to Harry's broom!"
They went down the steps, out of the opening door, through the corridors, into the main hall, and out of the door until they reached the Quidditch Field. Hermione saw a small crowd looking up into the sky at an object. It took her a second to realize that the object was Harry. Harry's broom was bucking like a bronco, and it appeared that every time he tried to direct downwards, something about it made Harry scream in pain. Hermione ran fast as her legs could carry her across the field to where the crowd was. As suspected, Malfoy and his two goons were roaring with laughter.
Hermione didn't bother with introductions; she simply gave Malfoy a good right-hook and pointed her wand at his throat. "I swear Malfoy, if you don't lift that curse off of Harry's broom, you'll wish you'd never been born. Although with a father like yours, I suspect you wish for that everyday don't you?" The crowd made an almost simultaneous gasp. No one had ever insulted Malfoy and his father in front of his face, let alone in front of a crowd. Malfoy's usually calm face was momentarily contorted in absolute fury.
"Funny Granger, you really shouldn't be throwing insults at anyone when your little friend Pothead is hanging onto his Firebolt for dear life. Although, father always did tell me muggles were never trustworthy. They never tell you what you ask them to say, regardless of torture and threats…." Malfoy gave Hermione a nasty look that conveyed exactly what he wanted to say: Hermione's parents were in trouble- or not.
After all, Malfoy did have a nasty way of telling lies. Hermione, choosing not to fall into his trick quickly muttered petrificus totalus. Malfoy fell to the ground with a soft thud. Hermione looked at Harry and racked her brain for the spell that would stop his broom. "Finite Incantatem!" Harry's broom stopped bucking, but he still couldn't direct it downwards. Hermione yelled up to Harry, "Hold on tight Harry!" "Accio Firebolt!" The broom soared towards Hermione. When it was close enough to the ground, Harry jumped off.
Everyone crowded around Harry. After close inspection, it was discovered that the broom had an electricity jinx on it. Harry on the other hand, had a bloody nose, and he had some trouble breathing, because of the multiple electric shocks to his body. He was rushed to Madam Pomfrey, and Hermione noticed that Malfoy escaped. She was foolish enough to neglect him.
An idea entered Hermione's thoughts. She turned to Ron. "Can you take this broom with you to the common room? Don't worry, the charm only works when it's in the air. I have an idea about something." Hermione ran as fast as she could to the library. She knew exactly where Malfoy was sitting earlier. She scanned the bookshelves nearby until she found the book she was looking for. She pulled out the huge, tattered she saw Malfoy reading before and gasped. The name of the book was "Simple curses, jinxes, and hexes for the vengeful wizard". Hermione looked in the table of contents and quickly found what she was looking for. She found the counter-curse and headed to the common room where she found Ron with the broom. She quickly said "electrificus finite". The broom glowed blue for a moment and then went back to its regular color.
Ron stared at the broom as if it was still cursed and then stood up and headed to the boys' dormitory. Hermione, after thinking for a moment, followed suit and headed towards bed. Before she drifted off into sleep, Hermione's main thought was that even if it took her a year to get back at Malfoy, she would do it. No one would mess with her friends and get away with it.
*Well, how did you like it? It is a bit longer. Just to let you know, the next chapter is going to be set about a month later from this one. It will also be from Draco's point of view. Until next time! *******