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"How much of that did you hear?"
Anger took over her countenance. "E-Enough to realize what a git you are." She shot back.
"No, Granger, it's not what I really meant. I just said it because, well, Pansy was all threatening me and stuff. I really didn't MEAN most of that... I mean... Oh, shit, you aren't going to believe me, are you?"
"No. And...Don't expect me to. I'm leaving, and I'm taking your car." She stormed out of the house, grabbing his keys from the hanger on the way.
"No! Anything but the car!" His car was his piece of gold. It was his most prized possession, and it was sacred to him. He followed her outside.
"Look. What do I have to do to make this up to you? Please, I'll get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, just please, don't take my car!!!"
She eyed him. "You would seriously get down on your knees before a muggle, a mudblood, your maid? You would do that? I don't think so. If you're too scared to lose your reputation about some stupid rumor, you would definitely be more scared to lose your reputation about a truth."
He was defeated. "Fine. Anything. Just not the car."
Hermione touched the car gently. Malfoy cringed.
She smirked evilly. "And you think I'll forgive you for what you just told Pansy?" She took her fist and pounded on Draco's precious mustang. 4 small, but visible dents appeared on the side of the newly washed convertible. "I think that didn't even make us CLOSE to even, Master Malfoy." She folded her hands over her chest, and watched Draco crawl to his car and sob uncontrollably over the dents. "Oh, my baby." He began to murmur.
Suddenly, he remembered that the evil mudblood was viewing this, and cursed at her.
"You, you, you evil mudblood car-wrecker! You want to have it like this? Fine! Let the games begin! I will make sure until I am lowered into my grave that you will pay back for this!!!"
"Oh, I just can't wait." She strutted over back into the house, leaving a very angry Draco outside.
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"Yes, Narcissa Malfoy speaking?"
"Hello? Mrs. Malfoy? I have a question."
"Oh, Hermione dear, are you feeling alright?" She asked in a motherly voice.
"Yes. I'm finding my stay here very comfortable, except for one thing."
"Yes, and what is that?"
"I'm finding that I need transportation, and Draco won't let me a foot away from his car." She added, giving herself points.
"Oh, dear, he's starting his car-obsession, isn't he. He's like that. Heck, he won't even let me wash his car for him. Well, let's see. I think I'll be gone for a while, so maybe you can use my car? Or even better, we'll give you Draco's old one. It's almost brand new; Draco must have used it just a couple of times. Yes, you can just have his old one."
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much! And I suspect he would have the keys?"
"Of course, of course. If he lost them, there are spare ones in the 3rd kitchen drawer." She told the happy Hermione.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!"
Narcissa couldn't help, but to grin. What a bright girl that Mark and Reta had. "Nothing, dear, it was really, truly nothing."
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Hermione dressed especially nice. She usually didn't like showy clothes, but this occasion was worth it. She shifted through the shopping bags, and nearly suffocated herself, trying to fit into the white, tight tube top, and treated her with comfortable, loose, white, see through jersey. Tying the end of the jersey, she struggled into tight, light blue jeans. She spent time with the remaining ounce of the spray she had used for the Yule ball. 'Come on, work with me here.' She jumbled her toes into white platform flip flops, and enormous, gold, hoop earings. 'I am never doing this again.'
She shuffled down into the garage where she saw a Ferrari and a Honda. She guessed the car was the Honda. She opened the garage and caught a glimpse of Draco hovering all over the dents. She smirked. 'Change of plans?'
"Hey, Malfoy, what's wrong?"
He pierced her with a dagger in his eyes. "Oh, lovely mudblood, you know bloody hell what is wrong."
She smirked. This was so fun. She realized the reason why Draco did this. It was quite entertaining. She caught him eyeing her up and down.
"What's the reason for your dress up, Mudblood? Going to see your boyfriends?"
She groaned. Out of everything he pestered her about, that was the worst. She found Ron and Harry quite boring, and a bit mean. Especially Ron. He found every chance to make fun of her love of reading. They were both clueless and emotionless, and she found them like 2 blokes sometimes. Still, they were her friends, and she couldn't do anything about that.
"Don't expect me to dress up often. I just want to make an appearance to Harry and Ron that I'm not some depressed girl, and I'm okay. Otherwise, they'll weigh me down with their fake sympathetic laments."
"Oh, so you get dressed in slutty clothes and expensive hair spray?"
She gaped. That prat. "No, I am not dressed slutty, or as much as your girlfriend, Pansy, who I must say, is obviously using you. And for your information, I was using the last bit of the spray because it was expensive and today was the expiration date. So move your ass and your stupid ass car or I'll run both of you over."
He cursed under his breath, got into the car and drove it out. In fact, he didn't bother to go back. She then took her Honda and realized something.
She had no idea how to get to the Burrow.
"Shit." She raced after her enemy. "I need something to get his attention." She said to herself. "Shit. Now, I'm talking to myself." She glanced around the car. Her eyes caught the CD player. "Yes! Linkin Park! He must have a copy in here...Oh, just hope to God..."
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to fin that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong
"Yes!" Hermione began to blast the music. Little did she know that this was Draco's favorite song. And it definately distracted him from his driving, making him look up into his reer view mirror to see his maid chasing him with his old Honda.
"Damn, Mudblood, what the bloody hell did you think you were doing?" He exclaimed when she pulled up behind him at a rest stop.
"I need your help."
"I am not helping you, you filthy..."
"Maid. I know. Just, I know your father had a map of all the ministry member's homes. You know, to bribe them." She just had to add that in.
"You never miss out on a chance to insult me, do you? About my family?"
Hermione looked at him with disbelief. "Out of all the people who can say that, I can't believe that you did. You are the one who is dissing Harry, Ron, and my family, and you go bitching about how we make fun of you?"
"Yes. You have no right to insult my family."
"And you do?" She challenged. 'Hah, Mr. Malfoy. Slide yourself out of that. You slimeball.' She thought.
But Draco didn't care to answer. He was too busy looking across the street at a nearly deserted Mc Donalds. 'What was it that made Mr. Malfoy fail to respond?' She strained her neck to see. A sudden grabbing tore her away. He was gripping Hermione's bare arm with such force, she could see hints of white on his fingers. He threw her into the passenger seat, and without thinking about the cars that came zooming in, he tore away into the childish red building that was in front of them.
When she got close, she saw what Draco saw. Pansy. She was dressed extra slutty that day, exposing nearly 75% of her fat and disgusting skin. She was practically groping Goyle, leaving blood-red hickies on his neck and face. Hermione felt herself going blind at the disturbing sight ahead of her. She looked at Draco. His expression was unreadable, but she could see anger, pain, and betrayal. He grabbed Hermione's slender wrist and pulled her out of the car. He walked over to Goyle and smacked him with his guts.
"Draco! What are you doing? Stop it! Don't do this, Draco." Pansy's high shrieking voice rang through Hermione's weakening ears.
"I'll kill you!" Threatened Goyle, then turned to Pansy.
"I want to break up with you. I absolutely cannot trust you. Go burn in hell, see if I care. Go kill suicide, I'll gladly bury you. But don't lay a finger on me. Yeah? You said I could trust you, and I made the total mistake to actually do. You'll cheat on me? Yeah? I'll cheat on you. Just watch me."
He grabbed his maid and kissed her with power and anger. Hermione felt nothing but Draco's smooth lips and Pansy's long killer nails. She was fighting for herself. 'I am not going to help Draco, but then, I'm hating this bitch for nearly tearing my skin apart.' She got vicious at the game and took her hands, beginning to grab his hair. At first, it was for the sake of getting back at Pansy, but then, it turned to grips of pain. Pansy began attacking her furiously. Hermione's eyes popped open. 'I have got to stop this.' She gave a final yank of Draco's hair, which lessened his grip enormously, and turned to slap Pansy with all of her anger and whipped out her wand. Time froze.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on me, Pansy Parkinson, or I will blast your finger off." The cowardly Pansy hovered closer to Goyle.
"And make sure you get your fat ass out of Draco and my face." She took her turn to pull Draco into the car and threw him the keys. He obeyed her. She could have sworn she saw him give a quick bow. She would have laughed if she wasn't scratched up. He drove her quickly back home.
He sat for a moment in the car, taking in the recent events. He sighed. "Thanks, Granger, I owe you. Sadly, but I'll have to."
She closed her eyes. Her former immaculate clothes were covered with dirt and slight traces of light blood. Her hard worked hair was in the worst case ever. He bit his lips with fear.
"Er, can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"When did you start having such an attitude?"
She blinked a few times and said softly, "I guess that's how I am when I'm really really angry. I'm never usually like that, but, I guess it's the 7 years of stress and my parents dying; I'm not used to everything piling up on me, and I just lost it. It's just one of those times."
"And, Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"You are an awful good at pretending."
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I hate that ending, but I'm so tired right now, I don't feel like typing anymore. And, all the typos I'm making is making me mad. Anyway, I didn't like that chapter either. Maybe I just don't like any chapters I make. I'm not a very self confident person, obviously. Oh well, I don't care if I don't like it, I just care if my reviewers like it.
With Love
Your one and only Youngwriter.
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"How much of that did you hear?"
Anger took over her countenance. "E-Enough to realize what a git you are." She shot back.
"No, Granger, it's not what I really meant. I just said it because, well, Pansy was all threatening me and stuff. I really didn't MEAN most of that... I mean... Oh, shit, you aren't going to believe me, are you?"
"No. And...Don't expect me to. I'm leaving, and I'm taking your car." She stormed out of the house, grabbing his keys from the hanger on the way.
"No! Anything but the car!" His car was his piece of gold. It was his most prized possession, and it was sacred to him. He followed her outside.
"Look. What do I have to do to make this up to you? Please, I'll get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, just please, don't take my car!!!"
She eyed him. "You would seriously get down on your knees before a muggle, a mudblood, your maid? You would do that? I don't think so. If you're too scared to lose your reputation about some stupid rumor, you would definitely be more scared to lose your reputation about a truth."
He was defeated. "Fine. Anything. Just not the car."
Hermione touched the car gently. Malfoy cringed.
She smirked evilly. "And you think I'll forgive you for what you just told Pansy?" She took her fist and pounded on Draco's precious mustang. 4 small, but visible dents appeared on the side of the newly washed convertible. "I think that didn't even make us CLOSE to even, Master Malfoy." She folded her hands over her chest, and watched Draco crawl to his car and sob uncontrollably over the dents. "Oh, my baby." He began to murmur.
Suddenly, he remembered that the evil mudblood was viewing this, and cursed at her.
"You, you, you evil mudblood car-wrecker! You want to have it like this? Fine! Let the games begin! I will make sure until I am lowered into my grave that you will pay back for this!!!"
"Oh, I just can't wait." She strutted over back into the house, leaving a very angry Draco outside.
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"Yes, Narcissa Malfoy speaking?"
"Hello? Mrs. Malfoy? I have a question."
"Oh, Hermione dear, are you feeling alright?" She asked in a motherly voice.
"Yes. I'm finding my stay here very comfortable, except for one thing."
"Yes, and what is that?"
"I'm finding that I need transportation, and Draco won't let me a foot away from his car." She added, giving herself points.
"Oh, dear, he's starting his car-obsession, isn't he. He's like that. Heck, he won't even let me wash his car for him. Well, let's see. I think I'll be gone for a while, so maybe you can use my car? Or even better, we'll give you Draco's old one. It's almost brand new; Draco must have used it just a couple of times. Yes, you can just have his old one."
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much! And I suspect he would have the keys?"
"Of course, of course. If he lost them, there are spare ones in the 3rd kitchen drawer." She told the happy Hermione.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!"
Narcissa couldn't help, but to grin. What a bright girl that Mark and Reta had. "Nothing, dear, it was really, truly nothing."
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Hermione dressed especially nice. She usually didn't like showy clothes, but this occasion was worth it. She shifted through the shopping bags, and nearly suffocated herself, trying to fit into the white, tight tube top, and treated her with comfortable, loose, white, see through jersey. Tying the end of the jersey, she struggled into tight, light blue jeans. She spent time with the remaining ounce of the spray she had used for the Yule ball. 'Come on, work with me here.' She jumbled her toes into white platform flip flops, and enormous, gold, hoop earings. 'I am never doing this again.'
She shuffled down into the garage where she saw a Ferrari and a Honda. She guessed the car was the Honda. She opened the garage and caught a glimpse of Draco hovering all over the dents. She smirked. 'Change of plans?'
"Hey, Malfoy, what's wrong?"
He pierced her with a dagger in his eyes. "Oh, lovely mudblood, you know bloody hell what is wrong."
She smirked. This was so fun. She realized the reason why Draco did this. It was quite entertaining. She caught him eyeing her up and down.
"What's the reason for your dress up, Mudblood? Going to see your boyfriends?"
She groaned. Out of everything he pestered her about, that was the worst. She found Ron and Harry quite boring, and a bit mean. Especially Ron. He found every chance to make fun of her love of reading. They were both clueless and emotionless, and she found them like 2 blokes sometimes. Still, they were her friends, and she couldn't do anything about that.
"Don't expect me to dress up often. I just want to make an appearance to Harry and Ron that I'm not some depressed girl, and I'm okay. Otherwise, they'll weigh me down with their fake sympathetic laments."
"Oh, so you get dressed in slutty clothes and expensive hair spray?"
She gaped. That prat. "No, I am not dressed slutty, or as much as your girlfriend, Pansy, who I must say, is obviously using you. And for your information, I was using the last bit of the spray because it was expensive and today was the expiration date. So move your ass and your stupid ass car or I'll run both of you over."
He cursed under his breath, got into the car and drove it out. In fact, he didn't bother to go back. She then took her Honda and realized something.
She had no idea how to get to the Burrow.
"Shit." She raced after her enemy. "I need something to get his attention." She said to herself. "Shit. Now, I'm talking to myself." She glanced around the car. Her eyes caught the CD player. "Yes! Linkin Park! He must have a copy in here...Oh, just hope to God..."
When this began
I had nothing to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
I was confused
And I let it all out to find/That I'm
Not the only person with these things in mind
Inside of me
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
Nothing to lose
Just stuck/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own I want to heal
I want to feel
What I thought was never real
I want to let go of the pain I've held so long
[Erase all the pain 'til it's gone]
It's gone]
I want to heal
I want to feel
Like I'm close to something real
I want to find something I've wanted all along
Somewhere I Belong And I've got nothing to say
I can't believe I didn't fall right down on my face
I was confused
Looking everywhere/Only to fin that it's
Not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
So what am I
What do I have but negativity
'Cause I can't justify the
Way everyone is looking at me
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain/Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
The fault is my own I will never know
Myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel
Anything else until my wounds are healed
I will never be
Anything 'til I break away from me
And I will break away
I'll find myself today I want to heal
I want to feel like I'm
Somewhere I belong
"Yes!" Hermione began to blast the music. Little did she know that this was Draco's favorite song. And it definately distracted him from his driving, making him look up into his reer view mirror to see his maid chasing him with his old Honda.
"Damn, Mudblood, what the bloody hell did you think you were doing?" He exclaimed when she pulled up behind him at a rest stop.
"I need your help."
"I am not helping you, you filthy..."
"Maid. I know. Just, I know your father had a map of all the ministry member's homes. You know, to bribe them." She just had to add that in.
"You never miss out on a chance to insult me, do you? About my family?"
Hermione looked at him with disbelief. "Out of all the people who can say that, I can't believe that you did. You are the one who is dissing Harry, Ron, and my family, and you go bitching about how we make fun of you?"
"Yes. You have no right to insult my family."
"And you do?" She challenged. 'Hah, Mr. Malfoy. Slide yourself out of that. You slimeball.' She thought.
But Draco didn't care to answer. He was too busy looking across the street at a nearly deserted Mc Donalds. 'What was it that made Mr. Malfoy fail to respond?' She strained her neck to see. A sudden grabbing tore her away. He was gripping Hermione's bare arm with such force, she could see hints of white on his fingers. He threw her into the passenger seat, and without thinking about the cars that came zooming in, he tore away into the childish red building that was in front of them.
When she got close, she saw what Draco saw. Pansy. She was dressed extra slutty that day, exposing nearly 75% of her fat and disgusting skin. She was practically groping Goyle, leaving blood-red hickies on his neck and face. Hermione felt herself going blind at the disturbing sight ahead of her. She looked at Draco. His expression was unreadable, but she could see anger, pain, and betrayal. He grabbed Hermione's slender wrist and pulled her out of the car. He walked over to Goyle and smacked him with his guts.
"Draco! What are you doing? Stop it! Don't do this, Draco." Pansy's high shrieking voice rang through Hermione's weakening ears.
"I'll kill you!" Threatened Goyle, then turned to Pansy.
"I want to break up with you. I absolutely cannot trust you. Go burn in hell, see if I care. Go kill suicide, I'll gladly bury you. But don't lay a finger on me. Yeah? You said I could trust you, and I made the total mistake to actually do. You'll cheat on me? Yeah? I'll cheat on you. Just watch me."
He grabbed his maid and kissed her with power and anger. Hermione felt nothing but Draco's smooth lips and Pansy's long killer nails. She was fighting for herself. 'I am not going to help Draco, but then, I'm hating this bitch for nearly tearing my skin apart.' She got vicious at the game and took her hands, beginning to grab his hair. At first, it was for the sake of getting back at Pansy, but then, it turned to grips of pain. Pansy began attacking her furiously. Hermione's eyes popped open. 'I have got to stop this.' She gave a final yank of Draco's hair, which lessened his grip enormously, and turned to slap Pansy with all of her anger and whipped out her wand. Time froze.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on me, Pansy Parkinson, or I will blast your finger off." The cowardly Pansy hovered closer to Goyle.
"And make sure you get your fat ass out of Draco and my face." She took her turn to pull Draco into the car and threw him the keys. He obeyed her. She could have sworn she saw him give a quick bow. She would have laughed if she wasn't scratched up. He drove her quickly back home.
He sat for a moment in the car, taking in the recent events. He sighed. "Thanks, Granger, I owe you. Sadly, but I'll have to."
She closed her eyes. Her former immaculate clothes were covered with dirt and slight traces of light blood. Her hard worked hair was in the worst case ever. He bit his lips with fear.
"Er, can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"When did you start having such an attitude?"
She blinked a few times and said softly, "I guess that's how I am when I'm really really angry. I'm never usually like that, but, I guess it's the 7 years of stress and my parents dying; I'm not used to everything piling up on me, and I just lost it. It's just one of those times."
"And, Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"You are an awful good at pretending."
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I hate that ending, but I'm so tired right now, I don't feel like typing anymore. And, all the typos I'm making is making me mad. Anyway, I didn't like that chapter either. Maybe I just don't like any chapters I make. I'm not a very self confident person, obviously. Oh well, I don't care if I don't like it, I just care if my reviewers like it.
With Love
Your one and only Youngwriter.
