You Don't Love Me
Chapter 10
A/N: Eekness! You people scare me! Lol, sorry, but it's true! I PROMISE I WILL KEEP IT DRACO/HERMIONE, OK?!?!?!?! I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::Pants:: Alright, that said, here's chapter 10.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to meI am poor and sick and dead and I have legos in my hair and a trench coat anddo I have to continue?
Next day Hermione woke a bit before dawn, deciding what she first had to do. 'Of course!' she thought happily, kicked off her blanket, quickly got dressed, and ran out of the girl's dorm. Once in the common room, she ran up another flight of stairs, to the boys' dormitories, until she reached the 5th year's dormitory.
She stopped in front of the door, unsure whether to knock or walk right in. She didn't want to see any of the guys in their underwear, or worse, but she didn't want to wake any of them up either. Sighing heavily, she reached for the handle and wrenched it open.
Luckily, no one was even awake yet. She let out a breath, and walked in quietly, shutting the door behind her with a small click. She walked straight over to Harry's bed and tore back the curtains slowly. He was still asleep, with his black hair absolutely everywhere; he hadn't cut it in a while. She poked him in the side.
"Mmmh" he said lazily, and turned over.
She poked him again. "Just one more minute, Aunt Petunia."
She smiled evilly. "Get up, boy!" she said in a whiny voice.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked around him for a second before seeing Hermione.
"Hermione!" he said in a whisper. "What are you doing here? You're not aloud–"
"Shh!" Hermione demanded, covering his mouth with her hand. "Get dressed and meet me in the common room as soon as you're done. Hurry!" And with that, she flung the curtain out of her way and walked out of the room.
Five minutes later, Harry emerged from the boys' staircase to find Hermione pacing back and forth in front of the newly lit fire.
"Hermione, what are you–"
"Shh! Let me talk!" she whispered, and stopped pacing to look at him.
He raised his eyebrows.
"I need to know exactly what Lavender told Ron last night."
Harry was suddenly wide-awake. "You did do it, didn't you? That's why you forgave Ron so easily, and that's why you didn't cry so much! That's what you and Parvati were talking about! Hermione, I can't believe–"
"Shut up, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, making him stop. She looked at him with an extremely serious expression and said, "I did not cheat on Ron. I love Ron with all my heart, as a friend, of course, and I would never cheat on him. You have to believe me. I would never do that, and especially not with Malfoy."
Then Harry understood. "Of course, I get it now. Stupid Lavender strikes again, eh?"
Hermione sighed, and collapsed onto a nearby chair. "That's the way it seems. Now tell me everything she said."
Harry sat down in a chair across from her and began. "Well, after you left, Lavender ran over and sat down next to Ron and me, and I kind of got really uncomfortable because I knew Ron and Lavender had been lying to me, and I didn't want to believe it. Lavender kind of looked around at everyone in the common room, and smiled at Parvati, and then said to Ron, 'I just found out some really terrible news.' I kind of leaned in closer to hear what was going on. 'Hermione and Draco Malfoy are going out, and have been ever since the end of last year.' My eyes widened. I didn't want to believe it, and I guess I should have listened to that instinct, but I didn't. Ron, however, laughed. 'Yeah right,' he had said, 'Like Hermione and Malfoy would ever go out. Who told you that?' Lavender got this really evil looking smile on her face and said, 'Parvati heard from her sister, Padma, who heard from Pansy Parkinson. Pansy's all upset about it, 'cause she just found out as well.' Then Ron started to believe her. She weighed him down with all these reasons and all these things that she obviously made up, and sucked Ron and me and whoever else was listening into believing her. When Ron yelled out in frustration, that was when Parvati looked at Lavender and said, 'I thought you were my friend, you miserable lying bitch.' And ran out. I don't remember much else that happened, but I do remember about a minute later, Ginny stormed off saying, 'Hermione has some explaining to do!'. That's all I remember."
Hermione sighed. "Great!" she said, running her fingers through her hair. "Could my life get any better?"
Harry looked comfortingly at her. "I'm sorry, Hermes, I really am. Is there any way I can help?"
Hermione smiled. "Well, I kind of have this plan of revenge, but I don't really know if it's worth it at all. If I tell Ron the truth, and I get him to believe me, then Lavender and Ron will break up, and Ron will probably want me again. But I don't want Ron anymore. I thought I did, and I know I loved him that way a couple days ago, but after all the crap he's put me through, I don't think I can do it. I want revenge on Lavender."
"And how are you planning to get this?"
Hermione smiled again. "I have no idea," she said simply.
Harry looked stunned. "Why do you look so happy about this?"
"Because I know someone who will have a perfect idea." And then she got up and went up to her room.
Harry sighed. 'What is she planning? Do I want to know?' 'No' he told himself, 'Of course not'
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Hermione laughed. She was going just a little bit insane, and Lavender was really starting to get on her nerves. 'What a stupid miserable little' she thought to herself, watching Lavender get up and go down to the showers. She grabbed her book bag and went back down to the common room.
Harry wasn't there anymore, and she was thankful. The early hours of dawn were creeping in, and a pale light was beginning to fall through the windows. She sat at the table she had sat at the night before, got out a quill, ink, and a piece of parchment and began to write a letter.
Half an hour later, when Harry came back down, Hermione smiled. She finished the letter, signing her name, and said goodbye to Harry, who just looked at her like she was insane, which, I'm telling you, she was.
She ran up to the Owlery, borrowed one of the school owls (she didn't want to use Hedwig because she would stick out too much) and gave it the letter and instructions to drop it off at breakfast. She smiled evilly again and ran down to the Great Hall, just as the sun was beginning to give off it's real light.
"Hey Hermione," said Harry, as she sat down next to him. "Been up to the Owlery, I see."
Hermione raised a brow. "How can you tell?" she asked.
Harry picked a feather off of her shoulder and one out of her hair. "I just know," he said, and winked.
Hermione snorted. "Sure Harry, OK." She poured herself some orange juice, and loaded her plate with sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, and everything else. Conspiracies gave her an appetite.
A few minutes later, more people started to arrive. Hermione kept looking over her head, waiting for the owls to arrive. Nearly half an hour later, a fluttering above her head told her they had.
She smiled as she watched the owl she had picked out, fly over the Slytherin table and drop the owl right in front of Malfoy. Mission accomplished.
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A/N: Yes, it is an extremely short chapter. I'm sorry! I'll be lucky if I can post itmy stupid AOL isn't working right STILL. Alright, well, thanks a lot for reading, next chapter will be up soon!