A/N: 8th chapter up. Thank you for the reviews!
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Chapter eight:
Ginny and Ron followed except that they looked at her in a "how could you" sort of look.
Hermione stood there.
No one even came down to apologize.
She thought that they were doing their usual joking around.
No.
She really blew it.
Then she saw Ginny come down.
"Ginny, thank God you------"Hermione got cut off
"Sorry, I can't talk to you. I'm not allowed." Ginny said without looking at Hermione
"But Ginny---"
"Sorry, you blew it."
Then Ginny left Hermione in the room.
Hermione felt the anger build up, but it didn't help.
She stood there as a single tear rolled down her right cheek.
She walked out of the portrait hole quietly.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room:
"Harry, I feel really bad for Hermione. She's got no one to run to or to cry on." Ginny said as she entered his room
"Ginny, she told us to fuck off. What do you expect?" Harry said angrily
"That we should understand her. I mean it's been the first day of classes, and who knows what kind of hell she might be going through! You did remember that she now lives with Malfoy!" Ginny said sinking into a love seat.
"I know, but that doesn't mean she should tell us to fuck off!" Harry said as he stood up from the bed he was sitting on.
"She's frustrated! She has too much to do!" Ginny said angrily as she stood up to face Harry
"I'm also frustrated! I have Quidditch practices day in day out! I have to make up for last years exams!" Harry said running his finger through his jet black hair.
"Harry! Listen! She took time out of her schedule to help you, but you let your freakin' sport get in the way. She cheered you on! She solved all your problems! She even cried for you! And she's going through hell right now! Right now she really needs you and you weren't there for her! She was practically a slave to you! I can't believe that you'd be so immature! You're the one that's supposed to fuck off here!" Ginny said as she left banging the door loudly behind her.
Harry ran his hands through his hair again even more angrily now.
He wasn't mad at Hermione anymore, he was mad at himself.
How was Hermione going to forgive him?
How was he ever going to forgive himself?
Ginny was right.
Hermione was practically a slave.
And he didn't even notice that.
In the Heads' Common room:
Draco was on the couch reading a book and practically sinking into the seat
His shirt's buttons were open [only three] and his tie hung over his neck.
His feet relaxed on the couch and he treated the place like it was his.
Then he heard the portrait hole open.
Hermione came in crying.
He jolted up and saw her.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" He asked
"Y- ya."
"Are you sure?"
"No! Shit! Harry told me to fuck off!"
"Since when did you speak my language?"
"Fuck it! I always have. It's just that, it hurt to see harry so angry. He wasn't that angry since Sirius died."
"Ok. Well, why don't you read Hogwarts a History?"
"Why?"
"You said that's what always calms you down."
"Well, thanks, but no thanks, I'll just go upstairs, get changed and sleep."
"Rough day huh?"
"That's an under statement, why not try hell?"
"Well then, I've been through more hell than you."
"How's that?"
"Luscious slashes me whenever I get something wrong when he trains me to be a death eater."
"you'll be a death eater?"
"I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't like hurting mudbloods."
Hermione stood there puzzled.
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Chapter eight:
Ginny and Ron followed except that they looked at her in a "how could you" sort of look.
Hermione stood there.
No one even came down to apologize.
She thought that they were doing their usual joking around.
No.
She really blew it.
Then she saw Ginny come down.
"Ginny, thank God you------"Hermione got cut off
"Sorry, I can't talk to you. I'm not allowed." Ginny said without looking at Hermione
"But Ginny---"
"Sorry, you blew it."
Then Ginny left Hermione in the room.
Hermione felt the anger build up, but it didn't help.
She stood there as a single tear rolled down her right cheek.
She walked out of the portrait hole quietly.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room:
"Harry, I feel really bad for Hermione. She's got no one to run to or to cry on." Ginny said as she entered his room
"Ginny, she told us to fuck off. What do you expect?" Harry said angrily
"That we should understand her. I mean it's been the first day of classes, and who knows what kind of hell she might be going through! You did remember that she now lives with Malfoy!" Ginny said sinking into a love seat.
"I know, but that doesn't mean she should tell us to fuck off!" Harry said as he stood up from the bed he was sitting on.
"She's frustrated! She has too much to do!" Ginny said angrily as she stood up to face Harry
"I'm also frustrated! I have Quidditch practices day in day out! I have to make up for last years exams!" Harry said running his finger through his jet black hair.
"Harry! Listen! She took time out of her schedule to help you, but you let your freakin' sport get in the way. She cheered you on! She solved all your problems! She even cried for you! And she's going through hell right now! Right now she really needs you and you weren't there for her! She was practically a slave to you! I can't believe that you'd be so immature! You're the one that's supposed to fuck off here!" Ginny said as she left banging the door loudly behind her.
Harry ran his hands through his hair again even more angrily now.
He wasn't mad at Hermione anymore, he was mad at himself.
How was Hermione going to forgive him?
How was he ever going to forgive himself?
Ginny was right.
Hermione was practically a slave.
And he didn't even notice that.
In the Heads' Common room:
Draco was on the couch reading a book and practically sinking into the seat
His shirt's buttons were open [only three] and his tie hung over his neck.
His feet relaxed on the couch and he treated the place like it was his.
Then he heard the portrait hole open.
Hermione came in crying.
He jolted up and saw her.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" He asked
"Y- ya."
"Are you sure?"
"No! Shit! Harry told me to fuck off!"
"Since when did you speak my language?"
"Fuck it! I always have. It's just that, it hurt to see harry so angry. He wasn't that angry since Sirius died."
"Ok. Well, why don't you read Hogwarts a History?"
"Why?"
"You said that's what always calms you down."
"Well, thanks, but no thanks, I'll just go upstairs, get changed and sleep."
"Rough day huh?"
"That's an under statement, why not try hell?"
"Well then, I've been through more hell than you."
"How's that?"
"Luscious slashes me whenever I get something wrong when he trains me to be a death eater."
"you'll be a death eater?"
"I don't want to."
"Why?"
"Well, I don't like hurting mudbloods."
Hermione stood there puzzled.