A/n: Yo! Sup, reviewers? I'm so glad people read my things! I HAVE SUPPORTERS! Holy shit, man… Getting this clear to ya'll zombies who only read the stories and go to find others, the bold font's the reviewer's comment and the italicised font is my response. Nine reviews! This is way more than I could have ever asked! Thank you! I love you guys! Please keep it up! This is the edited version, if you're curious…
lizzy-malfoy87: hehe kool wait! ur twelve? dude u must be really mature for ur age do continue asap and umm just advide hermione in white and red uhh well thats kinda weird i like it but on her i thought she was more into red and blue u kno well whateveer im just a punk so whatever i wear black and yea im not used to looking at a grl wearing white and red lol anyhooies i like the chappie so do continue asap and nice work and ur writing dosent suck
Yah, I'm twelve. I took this IQ test a while back that said my IQ was close to 140, but I don't think it was entirely accurate. You're the nicest reviewer that I've ever had, and the first one for this story! I can't imagine Hermione wearing red or white either… I can't imagine Hermione girly at all, in fact. I'm just trying something new…
Smudged: Its good, keep it going *thumbs up*
Thank you! Good luck on anything you're doing!
Li-chan: Interesting...I'm looking forward to reading more ^^
Yes!!! I hope you like this chapter and keep reviewing, please!
Bride of Malfoy: pretty good 4 a twelve year old
more soon?
ttyl~
Thank you. ^^
kitty-cat2134: very cool update soon
Thanks! I updated!
Le bel: i love your story. i just had one question though. this is set without magic right? lol little confused. good luck on next chapters
Thanks! It's set without magic, because I'm really horrid at remembering and making-up spells… Good luck to you, too!
Megan: You write pretty well and it's an interesting concept. I'd like to see you continue the story.
Hmm… To think at the time I had no spellchecker… I continued, and I want to say 'thank you' for being nice to a little newb like me…
Nastygurl666: hey, I'm 12 and I don't think you write like shit, a lot of my friends are 12 and write worse than you. You are pretty damn talkented fella!
Sup? It's nice to see another 12 year-old complementing. I'm a bit pessimistic, and you're helping with my attitude… I'm serious about wanting to be a writer, so I appreciate it!
Cherokee Outlaw: You should definatly continue. It's really good, but just so you know cutting hurts like hell and you are always light headed. I speak from experiance. and when you need to cut or get stressed whatever it itches and won't stop until you cut, it is like a disease. The story is awesome though. Draco goth, hermione prep. very good. keep writing.
I know cutting hurts, because I recently started… My parents made me pissed and out of that motivational anger I started… I thought my story sucked, but if you say it's awesome then it is…
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Chapter two: Do Evil in Return
Previously:
"Hermione fucking Granger… Doing suicide… Idiotic… Childish…" He ripped the nail file harshly out of her grip and looked deep into her chestnut eyes for answers.
"I'm only going to be a writer. There are tons. Why would anyone care about Mrs. Perfect? They all want her dead."
Draco knew from there he had gone too far. He grabbed Hermione's shoulders and roughly pushed her into the wall. She was so shocked she dropped her nail file and Draco brushed his lips gracefully against hers before pulling away and grabbing the nail file, leaving her in his wake, eyes wide with confusion, cheeks redder than a cherry.
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"You're being a maniac… You're smarter than everyone here, Hermione Granger. You're acting like when you first came here… Why?" He looked over at her, his sapphire eyes showing an emotion unknown to Hermione.
"'Cause that's the first step to becoming Goth, Draco Malfoy… Now you're telling me you don't want me on your side? Tell me, Draco Malfoy, what is it that you want from me?" She leaned against the wall, her chocolate hues emotionless, though she was breathing heavily. She knew Ron and Harry were watching her, and she looked over to them and nodded slightly.
"I don't hack my wrists everyday… I want you to be with me, by my side, on the same side… You don't belong in the Cheerleader group… You belong in the Goth group…" He walked over to his seat before the bell rang. Hermione took the seat beside him and received glares from Pansy Parkinson, which she ignored.
"I'll think about it… Even if I don't decide yes, I think I still think I need a wardrobe change… Like a lot of black and no white…" She started drawing a slim girl in her drawing book, giving Draco an example of what she wanted to look like. The girl had long curly hair that went to her waist like Hermione's, a loose black 'MADE' shirt over tight silver cargos, the tattoo of a band member of Good Charlotte on her right arm; Benji, which was barely visible over the hundreds of armbands and bracelets, not to mention her watch, which Draco said looked like dots more than spikes. Draco said he liked the shoes the best because they resembled the old skool style, black with white stripes. The golden dog tag around her neck had her name in gothic print, had the letters capitalized and the other half not: HeRmIoNe
"And I know where you can get some clothes like that…" He smirked at her and ran a finger across the picture before Mrs. Brooks made her, usual, dramatically late entrance. She was a skinny tan-skinned woman, and she was usually nice to everyone, unless you forgot your homework. Then, she was scary, scarier than hell.
"Cool." Hermione whispered to him and closed her drawing book before she would get caught.
"Today, class, we're going to read Julius Caesar by the Great William Shakespeare. Can anyone tell me what it's about?" Hermione raised her hand, followed by Draco. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"It's about Caesar just getting back from defeating Philippi… Marcus Brutus, his friend, thinks he's ambitious after finally accepting the crown to rule Rome and kills his with Cassius and his other conspirator friends… That's my short summary of it." Hermione looked around at the shocked faces of her fellow students and Draco's patronizing smirk, Ron's mouth hanging, Harry's emotionless face.
"That's right, Ms. Granger…" Mrs. Brooks struggled to say this, and Hermione noticed she was flabbergasted.
Hermione soon figured out that everyone else had thought she was just a normal girl but Draco. He smirked at her, and she felt her face heat up with memories from before.
"All… All right… Turn the page in your books everyone and listen to the tape…"
"Go Caesar, go Caesar…" The chants began.
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Math- 12:00-1:00
"'Silvia was thinking of a number less than 90 which one can get into by counting by fives, but not counting by fours. Of what number was she thinking?'" Hermione stared and reread the question about eight times and her head throbbed painfully.
Draco, though, was already finished and was staring idly into space.
"It's thirty." Draco muttered after a moment.
Right… She thought and continued working.
"Y'know, five's the easiest. Even a Kindergartener can draw a cube." Hermione looked up and met Draco's smirk, and nodded.
"I may consider the offer, Draco." She started working on the 16th question.
"Good… I can't wait. Say what do your parents look like? I'm just wondering" He played with her nail file, watching her from the corner of his sapphire eyes.
"I don't know, because they died when I was a little kid. My only memories are pictures. I don't even live with my adopted parents…" A tear dropped on her paper and she looked up to meet Draco's questionable gaze.
"Too young to remember?" He ventured, and she nodded.
"Damn…" He cursed quietly, and Hermione blinked away her tears.
"And how are yours?" Hermione asked him, and added quietly, "Since you asked me."
"Died in a car crash when I was six. They were driving home after watching a movie. I was home with the babysitter, asleep. I found out when the babysitter woke me up with a screaming cry. She had been crying… Her and my parents had been close." It surprised Hermione how calm his voice was, and was glad the substitute had horrible hearing. "They never loved me, because they left everything to the babysitter… Though, when I was 16 I earned everything back in court. I love my foster parents, though I know they'll never substitute my real parents. They're redheaded. That's why. I just stand out…"
"That's so horrible!" She cried, and he nodded slightly. Hermione now had someone to talk to in math, since Harry and Ron were in a Math level below her.
"See? That's why I want you on my side. Orphans should stick together, not be enemies… Tell your friends during band that I'll be waiting…" He scooped up his books into his arms right before the bell sounded and walked out the door.
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"Harry! Ron!" Hermione called after them, and they turned around. Matthew May bumped into them and cursed loudly, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! UNCLE FUCKING OW!!!"
"Abuse of the South Park movie… Not a good sign…" Hermione muttered under her breath. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Draco put his hand on the knob of a black-coloured door and entered the room. That must be his 6th period class room, Enrichment.
"Well, that's a nice thing to remember…" Harry muttered dryly and Hermione nodded. "Anyway…"
"I wanted to tell you guys, I'm switching to Enrichment, okay? Draco asked me if I could be his friend and I agreed, okay? I just wanted to tell you." She waited for their reactions and swallowed.
"So, you're back to your old self?" Harry scowled at her, and Ron appeared to be in pure shock. His mouth was hanging, which gave him a disturbing appearance.
"No… I want to be friends with you guys too, but I want to be Goth…" She smiled weakly at them and walked in the direction of the last door, the door to Enrichment.
Ron stared blankly at the spot where Hermione was at before her escape while Harry looked towards the door, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. It was her last words I want to be Goth that worried him. Would Hermione ever be the same again?
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Enrichment
Hermione entered the room and saw Draco sitting alone in a corner, reading a book whose title she couldn't read, the teacher talking with the other kids. Her eyes wandered back to Draco, studying every inch of his all-black-dressed self. He was propping his feet on another desk, a scar visible from where his pants were riding up. Hermione could see him mouthing words, and she studied the way he licked his lips for a moment and the way some of his platinum bangs fell from the gel that held it up in spikes and into his face.
Finally, she walked over and sat beside him, catching his attention.
"Hermione." He acknowledged her, looking back at his book, though there was a slight smile on his lips.
"So, why aren't you with the teacher?" She glanced over at the dark-haired woman who had her back turned to them.
"I requested not to be… Does this mean you agreed to be with me…?" He paused from his book, his stormy eyes piercing her chocolate ones. He looked away after a moment of silence between them.
"Yes, I agreed... Though there's a problem…"
"Your friends were angry… They don't trust me…" He concluded after a moment, slowly meeting her hesitant gaze.
"No… It's just they don't want you to change me… They want me to stay the same…" She murmured, lowering her gaze to her hands.
"You're not meant to be a prep…" Draco's voice slowly rose with every sentence, "You're Goth and you know it." The words stung Hermione, because she knew they were true, and she blinked away her tears.
"They like me as a prep but I want to be Goth, though I still want to be friends with them… It's so unfair…" She shook her head, the beautifully curled hair flying. Draco caught the scent of vanilla and breathed in deeply.
"Life's never fair. If it was, everything would be boring." Draco exclaimed, receiving stares from the rest of the class and the teacher.
"Is there something you want, Ms. Granger?" The teacher, whom Hermione hadn't learned whose name was stared inquisitively at her and Draco.
"I switched classes, Ma'am…" She stated in a tedious voice.
"Well, come over with us! Don't want Mr. Malfoy to spread his Goth-ness on our favourite prep, now do we?" She said in honeyed tones and Hermione felt Draco tense-up beside her.
"No thanks, Ma'am… I-I want to be… I want to be near Draco. Thank you for asking, though." She faked a smile she hoped the teacher wouldn't catch.
Mrs. Jones is so fucking biased… Draco thought bitingly, playing with a lock of Hermione's hair, twisting it in his fingers, watching the light dance across the strand. Hermione looked over at him and he smiled at her when he saw her cheeks heat.
"Ms. Granger, I must insist… You can't be around trash like that without getting infected." Mrs. Jones glared over at Draco and he glared back.
"You can't stop who she wants to be around, you fucking bitch! You should know better!" The room fell silent after Hermione's loud gasp and she looked fearfully at Mrs. Jones while Draco returned to his book, his bitterness of Mrs. Jones in waves.
Mrs. Jones was scribbling something on a pink sheet of paper and left the room with such a flourish the loud bang of the doors could be heard in the Elementary School Building about sixteen meters away.
"Holy shit, Draco… Do you realize what you've just done…?" Hermione whispered to him while he just continued reading his book.
"I know exactly what I've done." Draco closed his book, the bang rivalling to the bang that Mrs. J made.
"You'll be getting expelled for sure…" The reality started to hit her and Draco stared pointedly at her.
Hermione took out a piece of paper and started writing.
He's wasting his intelligence
He doesn't realize what shit he's getting into
He's being an ignorant stupid fucking subordinate
He's basically screwed and nothing can save him
Cutting my wrists won't help the pain
He's gone, and I'm all to blame
I'm wallowing in shame and no one can do a thing about it
The pain can't be tamed, though I still want to save him
It's horrible, incredibly ironic
It's unbearable, can't give this shit a rest
His ignorance of his intelligence is pretty inconceivable…
"So, you think my ignorance is ironic, Hermione Granger?" Draco sneered at her and he looked up in shock.
"You're amazing Draco… Amazingly idiotic." She went back to writing, though she could still feel Draco's eyes on her.
He's crazy, his nickname's shady
If I met him all he would do is be grim
He has two sides to him; punk and Goth
He says he's not soft, but I beg to differ
Draco Malfoy, you won't live like this for long
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Well, it didn't turn up at all like I wanted it to… Like I said, I'm only 12 and my spellchecker's gone on a rendezvous with the typo demon…
How was my Grammar and spelling? Is the plot interesting? Please base your reviews on this! Tell me my Grammatical flaws and I'll greatly fix them! Tell me the mistake in the plot-line and I'll make it more interesting!
I'll reply to the reviews I haven't in the next chapter if I get 12 more reviews. Think you guys can handle that?