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...::Chapter 4::...
"Hermione! Hermione!" A girl screamed down the hallway.
"Yes Lavender?" The tall brunette asked the short blonde.
"I have gotten together with the other prefects, and we believe a Halloween ball is in order. After all, it's almost October." Lavender reasoned with the head girl.
"Hmmm. That sounds good, I'll have to talk over it with Draco -"
Hermione was cut off by Lavender with a giggle. Hermione's usual honey colored eyes turned a threatening shade of chocolate brown.
"And what, Lavender I dare say is so funny?" Hermione questioned in a sharp tone.
" Well, You and Malfoy are like, an item now aren't you?" The hazel-eyed girl asked as if it were the most obvious thing. " I mean, after all, you did kiss him."
This struck a nerve.
"Malfoy and I were not! I repeat, were NOT kissing! I was saving his bloody life!" Hermione yelled frustrated.
"Well, you could have used a spell to stop him from choking you know." Lavender quirked an eyebrow. This suddenly dawned on Hermione. She was so stupid! She DIDN'T have to do CPR! Hermione's blank face made Lavender giggle again.
"Well, how about it? Everyone wants a ball, so give it to 'em!" The impatient blonde encouraged.
" Ugh! I dunno. You DID start that rumor about me and Malfoy." The witty teen pointed out.
" Aw common Hermione, you know you like him!" Oh boy, Lavender sure does know how to pinch the nerves in Hermione.
Hermione's eyes turned dark as if she would kill. " Lavender! What on earth would give you that idea?! Malfoy and I have nothing! I do not like him! In fact, I hate him! He has made my life miserable for the last 6 years, calling me names! Making fun of my parents! Hurting my friends! Always trying to make my life a living horror! I hate that stupid scumbag snake! And I am not about to get infatuated with him!" Hermione took deep breaths to repair her nerves while Lavender stood there in shock with her eyes wide open.
Lavender gulped. " Uh, so how about that ball?" Hermione gave her the sharp look that makes everyone feel guilty. The young blonde girl sunk in fear. " Well, maybe I'll ask later."
" Yeah, good idea." A ticked Hermione walked quickly up to her common room.
A platinum silvery haired boy watched with a sad look in his eye.
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" Harry, what are we going to do? How are we going to make Malfoy pay?" Ron questioned, his blue eyes scanning the floor as if it was about to leave.
Harry sighed distractedly, his green emeralds darkening in concentration. " I dunno, this is no Quidditch game Ron. Now the real question is, who is Hermione going to like?"
" Well... me of course. We have been crushing since second year mate, she's mine." The red haired boy looked up happily.
" Well, maybe she HAD a crush on you, but she loves me. We have always had this bond. Since the first day we met." Harry replied knowingly.
" Huh? What ever happened to that love thing going on with Cho?" Ron eyed him suspiciously.
" She was 5th year Ron. She whined too much." Harry reasoned. " And like I said, Hermione and I have this special bond. I remember the looks she gave me 3rd year."
" Yea, that's the your-an-idiot-Harry-can't-you-figure-out-what-this-gold-necklace-does-yet? Look." Ron said.
" No, you must be mistakened Ron, that's you. Remember, you were always the one saying, ' where'd she come from?'" Harry replied with a sarcastic look planted on his face.
Ron's ears turned red. " Well that was a long time ago. But now, she likes me. So what are we going to do about this Malfoy situation?"
" Wait wait wait. Who ever said Hermione likes you?"
" Who ever said Hermione likes YOU?!"
" It's just obvious! She really likes me!"
"Well she loves me!"
"Like a brother."
" At least she doesn't like me like a sister!"
"What?! Where'd that come from?"
" Don't ask me, YOU'RE the one she loves remember."
" Well at least you finally got that in your head!"
" It's called sarcasm Harry!" Ron exclaimed finally winning the battle in the undefeated war.
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Hermione had finally gotten her head together and arranged a Halloween ball for the 7th years. The ball would be a costume ball. She and Draco planned together. Draco, although acted very immature with Hermione again. Which completely confused Hermione. It was like he had a double personality. One time he's sort of nice. The next he's in her face.
Of course there was a Hogsmede trip planned out before, so all the 7th years could go buy costumes. Hermione took a sewing class back in London though, so she was making hers. She was so excited, her costume will be great. And after the Malfoy and Mione rumors calmed down, everything was back to normal. Well, except for Ron and Harry. They had been fighting for a long time, about who-knows-what, and it even got into wands and punches. Unfortunately Hermione had to take house points off of Gryffindor to stop the fights. With the ball coming up, everything was going so right, yet so wrong.
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" Draco, we're going to have to Hogsmede together to get decorations." Hermione persisted.
" Go your self mudblood." Draco sneered.
" I am sick and tired of this, tell me what's going on." Hermione said with pleading brown eyes.
Draco's silver eyes narrowed and turned into a deep shade of gray. " Nothings going on. Keep your filthy nose out of your upperclassmen's business mudblood."
Hermione pretended to look around as if in search for something. " Excuse me Malfoy, but I don't see any upperclassmen in here."
" How dumb can you get you filthy worm." Draco sneered and loathed on the outside, but hated his own words in reality.
" I'm not going to stand for your childish behavior. I don't know how you got to be head boy, but you need to act mature, like a man would. Your father probably blackmailed the ministry to get you in here!" Hermione screeched at Draco.
"Don't you dare talk about stuff you don't know! And don't you dare talk about my father like that! You wouldn't know anything about me! You're parents must have taught you to be a snobby know-it-all brat, because they are nothing but a bunch of filthy, worthless, muggles!" Draco spat.
Hermione striked at him, giving him a stinging pain, and a red mark, standing out horribly against his fair skin. Draco moved closer and closer to Hermione, until they touched cheek to cheek.
"When the dark lord comes, I'll make sure you're parents will be the first ones they kill." Draco hissed into Hermione's ear threateningly. Hermione's eyes widened as her reddish-brown irises became glossy. She ran up to her room and slammed the door closed.
Draco just made Hermione cry, the last thing he wanted to do. His feelings became strong with sympathy and pity for her. He pitied her because she had to live with him. She probably hated him as much as she said she did to Lavender. He wouldn't blame her. He was harsh, and cold. ' How could I've been so stupid?!' He thought in despair.
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Draco's POV
The days passed, and Hermione didn't speak to him. The first time ever, she seemed as if she feared him. Last year he would have loved that. But this year, every time she turned away when he looked at her, or left a room when he entered, he felt pain that only increased. His feelings for her only started as a crush at a bump in at Diagon Alley. The ugly duckling only bloomed into a beautiful swan over the summer. But as he found out more about her, the more he loved her. Wait! Did I just say Love?! Well it is possible... she's smart, witty, beautiful, wise, fun helpful, caring... she's perfect. Except when she cries, it makes me feel guilty. From what I know of, she only really cried when someone said something about a friend or relative. ' Speaking of friends' he glared at his thought. ' How am I going to get Potter and Weasley out of the picture? I heard they weren't friends anymore.' He grinned. ' Wonder what made them depart their 6 year friendship.'
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A/N: Ok that's the end of that chapter! Please review, no Flames.
...::Chapter 4::...
"Hermione! Hermione!" A girl screamed down the hallway.
"Yes Lavender?" The tall brunette asked the short blonde.
"I have gotten together with the other prefects, and we believe a Halloween ball is in order. After all, it's almost October." Lavender reasoned with the head girl.
"Hmmm. That sounds good, I'll have to talk over it with Draco -"
Hermione was cut off by Lavender with a giggle. Hermione's usual honey colored eyes turned a threatening shade of chocolate brown.
"And what, Lavender I dare say is so funny?" Hermione questioned in a sharp tone.
" Well, You and Malfoy are like, an item now aren't you?" The hazel-eyed girl asked as if it were the most obvious thing. " I mean, after all, you did kiss him."
This struck a nerve.
"Malfoy and I were not! I repeat, were NOT kissing! I was saving his bloody life!" Hermione yelled frustrated.
"Well, you could have used a spell to stop him from choking you know." Lavender quirked an eyebrow. This suddenly dawned on Hermione. She was so stupid! She DIDN'T have to do CPR! Hermione's blank face made Lavender giggle again.
"Well, how about it? Everyone wants a ball, so give it to 'em!" The impatient blonde encouraged.
" Ugh! I dunno. You DID start that rumor about me and Malfoy." The witty teen pointed out.
" Aw common Hermione, you know you like him!" Oh boy, Lavender sure does know how to pinch the nerves in Hermione.
Hermione's eyes turned dark as if she would kill. " Lavender! What on earth would give you that idea?! Malfoy and I have nothing! I do not like him! In fact, I hate him! He has made my life miserable for the last 6 years, calling me names! Making fun of my parents! Hurting my friends! Always trying to make my life a living horror! I hate that stupid scumbag snake! And I am not about to get infatuated with him!" Hermione took deep breaths to repair her nerves while Lavender stood there in shock with her eyes wide open.
Lavender gulped. " Uh, so how about that ball?" Hermione gave her the sharp look that makes everyone feel guilty. The young blonde girl sunk in fear. " Well, maybe I'll ask later."
" Yeah, good idea." A ticked Hermione walked quickly up to her common room.
A platinum silvery haired boy watched with a sad look in his eye.
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" Harry, what are we going to do? How are we going to make Malfoy pay?" Ron questioned, his blue eyes scanning the floor as if it was about to leave.
Harry sighed distractedly, his green emeralds darkening in concentration. " I dunno, this is no Quidditch game Ron. Now the real question is, who is Hermione going to like?"
" Well... me of course. We have been crushing since second year mate, she's mine." The red haired boy looked up happily.
" Well, maybe she HAD a crush on you, but she loves me. We have always had this bond. Since the first day we met." Harry replied knowingly.
" Huh? What ever happened to that love thing going on with Cho?" Ron eyed him suspiciously.
" She was 5th year Ron. She whined too much." Harry reasoned. " And like I said, Hermione and I have this special bond. I remember the looks she gave me 3rd year."
" Yea, that's the your-an-idiot-Harry-can't-you-figure-out-what-this-gold-necklace-does-yet? Look." Ron said.
" No, you must be mistakened Ron, that's you. Remember, you were always the one saying, ' where'd she come from?'" Harry replied with a sarcastic look planted on his face.
Ron's ears turned red. " Well that was a long time ago. But now, she likes me. So what are we going to do about this Malfoy situation?"
" Wait wait wait. Who ever said Hermione likes you?"
" Who ever said Hermione likes YOU?!"
" It's just obvious! She really likes me!"
"Well she loves me!"
"Like a brother."
" At least she doesn't like me like a sister!"
"What?! Where'd that come from?"
" Don't ask me, YOU'RE the one she loves remember."
" Well at least you finally got that in your head!"
" It's called sarcasm Harry!" Ron exclaimed finally winning the battle in the undefeated war.
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Hermione had finally gotten her head together and arranged a Halloween ball for the 7th years. The ball would be a costume ball. She and Draco planned together. Draco, although acted very immature with Hermione again. Which completely confused Hermione. It was like he had a double personality. One time he's sort of nice. The next he's in her face.
Of course there was a Hogsmede trip planned out before, so all the 7th years could go buy costumes. Hermione took a sewing class back in London though, so she was making hers. She was so excited, her costume will be great. And after the Malfoy and Mione rumors calmed down, everything was back to normal. Well, except for Ron and Harry. They had been fighting for a long time, about who-knows-what, and it even got into wands and punches. Unfortunately Hermione had to take house points off of Gryffindor to stop the fights. With the ball coming up, everything was going so right, yet so wrong.
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" Draco, we're going to have to Hogsmede together to get decorations." Hermione persisted.
" Go your self mudblood." Draco sneered.
" I am sick and tired of this, tell me what's going on." Hermione said with pleading brown eyes.
Draco's silver eyes narrowed and turned into a deep shade of gray. " Nothings going on. Keep your filthy nose out of your upperclassmen's business mudblood."
Hermione pretended to look around as if in search for something. " Excuse me Malfoy, but I don't see any upperclassmen in here."
" How dumb can you get you filthy worm." Draco sneered and loathed on the outside, but hated his own words in reality.
" I'm not going to stand for your childish behavior. I don't know how you got to be head boy, but you need to act mature, like a man would. Your father probably blackmailed the ministry to get you in here!" Hermione screeched at Draco.
"Don't you dare talk about stuff you don't know! And don't you dare talk about my father like that! You wouldn't know anything about me! You're parents must have taught you to be a snobby know-it-all brat, because they are nothing but a bunch of filthy, worthless, muggles!" Draco spat.
Hermione striked at him, giving him a stinging pain, and a red mark, standing out horribly against his fair skin. Draco moved closer and closer to Hermione, until they touched cheek to cheek.
"When the dark lord comes, I'll make sure you're parents will be the first ones they kill." Draco hissed into Hermione's ear threateningly. Hermione's eyes widened as her reddish-brown irises became glossy. She ran up to her room and slammed the door closed.
Draco just made Hermione cry, the last thing he wanted to do. His feelings became strong with sympathy and pity for her. He pitied her because she had to live with him. She probably hated him as much as she said she did to Lavender. He wouldn't blame her. He was harsh, and cold. ' How could I've been so stupid?!' He thought in despair.
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Draco's POV
The days passed, and Hermione didn't speak to him. The first time ever, she seemed as if she feared him. Last year he would have loved that. But this year, every time she turned away when he looked at her, or left a room when he entered, he felt pain that only increased. His feelings for her only started as a crush at a bump in at Diagon Alley. The ugly duckling only bloomed into a beautiful swan over the summer. But as he found out more about her, the more he loved her. Wait! Did I just say Love?! Well it is possible... she's smart, witty, beautiful, wise, fun helpful, caring... she's perfect. Except when she cries, it makes me feel guilty. From what I know of, she only really cried when someone said something about a friend or relative. ' Speaking of friends' he glared at his thought. ' How am I going to get Potter and Weasley out of the picture? I heard they weren't friends anymore.' He grinned. ' Wonder what made them depart their 6 year friendship.'
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A/N: Ok that's the end of that chapter! Please review, no Flames.