Ok guys, this is my second fic, and it's been a while since I wrote
anything so it might be a while before it's really in anyway a good story.
Oh, just so you're warned, this fic is going to show Ron in a very bad
light, not that I dislike him or anything, but he just had to be the bad
guy. So if you are exceptionally fond of Ron, you have been warned. Also,
there is some information you need to know. This fic takes place during 7th
year, and Ron and Hermione became a couple during the 6th year. Harry and
Ginny are also a couple. Hermione and Draco are head boy and girl, and so
they have there own rooms. Well, Enjoy. The song lyrics are from Detective
by No Doubt. (They'll be in brackets)
(Peek in, sneak about, peek in, sneak about, your broken hearted detective)
One hour ago Hermione Granger was one of the happiest girls in the world. She had it all, great grades, wonderful friends, the perfect boyfriend (Ronald Weasley), a supportive family, and with the exception of Voldemort, a relatively normal and undisrupted life. However, that was an hour ago. For an hour ago Hermione walked in on her "perfect boyfriend" doing not so perfect things.
*****Flashback*****
(Hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire, hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire)
Hermione and Harry were sitting in at a table in the library with books piled all around them, doing research for a paper due to Snape the next day. Or more, Harry was doing research and Hermione was helping him, because Hermione had been finished her paper on the day it was assigned.
"I wonder why Ron is so late. He has less done on his paper then you do," said Hermione why searching through her bag, looking for one more book.
"Oh, um, I'm sure he'll be here soon." replied Harry.
(My back it hurts again, it aches like history. Caught nothing all day long, your smiling back at me, but)
"Well, I think I must have left my other book in your room anyhow. I'll bring him back here with me." She stood up, and turned to go.
"Wait Hermione, why go all the way back up to the dormitory for a book? Maybe Ron will even see it, and bring it here with him."
(I feel you must have failed me, once again you've let me down. My confidence below my knees, now I need to find you out)
"But Harry, we need that book now. It's the only one with a descent section on the healing properties of fireblade, which is something you need to include in your report." "Oh come on, we are in a room filled to the brim in books, do you really want me to believe that that book is the only one with the information I need."
"No, but it makes more sense to go get that book then to waste our time then trying to find another."
"But Hermione!"
"Oh honestly Harry, the dormitories not that far away, I'll be back in ten minutes at the most."
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective) (Hey, hey hey)
"Fine, go. I'll just keep working here." With that Hermione turned and walked out of the library. She reached the dormitory, gave the password and rushed up to the boy's dormitory. And that is when things got bad. She walked through the door, not even paying attention, and say the book lying on the floor she reached down she took her first look at the room. And what she says Hermione was sure would permanently be burned in her brain, Ron, her sweet, sensitive, wonderful boyfriend, passionately kissing none other then Parvati Patil. In fact, his tongue was so far down her throat, it almost looked like he4 was being sucked in to her.
(Hey lover why you gone? Hold on I'm almost there. It's too late you've killed the trust, don't act so unaware)
"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione was surprised at how calm her voice sounded, seeing as how her whole body was shaking.
"Oh no, Mione, it's, it's not what it looks like I swear," cried Ron as her pushed himself off of Parvati.
"Right, you were just helping her to clean out her throat," said Hermione in the mot sarcastic voice she could master.
(Why are you so destructive? Do you realize what you've done? You can't bring it back to life now, what are you running from?)
"Sure, ya, we'll go with that one," he replied.
"Oh Ron, how could you?" Hermione's voice finally gave out, and she ran crying from the room.
"Wait Mione, I can explain," Ron yelled after her. (Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
*****End Flashback*****
(I don't like the way it feels, I just want you to be real)
And now, an hour later, her she was, sitting in the owlery. Not that she was planning to do anything stupid, like jumping. That wasn't the way to solve this, but the owlery had something about it that always helped to calm her down. Not as much as the library, but she couldn't go back there, Harry was still there and that would be the first place Ron would look for her. The tears had slowed now, and he simply sat, staring out at the sky, wishing that she could be anywhere but here. Of, course at that moment, who should walk in but Draco Malfoy.
(Hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire, hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire. I'm rummaging through your closet, imagining all the worst thoughts)
"Well well well, if it isn't the little mudblood," he sneered. Hermione didn't answer, which caused him to frown. "What, little miss super witch is too good to talk to those of us whom she mistakenly believes to be beneath her?"
"Go away Malfoy, I'm not in the mood today," commented Hermione while wiping her tears away.
"Aww, the ickle mudblood is crying. What, did you get a mark below a hundred Granger?"
"Shut up Malfoy!"
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
"No, I know what it is; you had a spat with Potter and the Weasel!" Draco's voice was almost gleeful. "Let me guess, they finally came out of the closet together. Weasley dumped you for Potter." When he got no replied he tried again, "no, Potters not the type, perhaps Weasley finally realized that you're beneath him? He is a pureblood after all, no matter how pathetic of one."
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
It was that comment that caused Hermione to snap; she stood up and was facing Draco before he even realized what was happening. "Don't you ever say something like that to me again!" She pressed her nails into the flesh, of Draco's face, and scratched him, almost drawing blood. "Don't you dare say that I am below him again!" with that the tears came back, and she ran out of the room, leaving a very stunned Draco in her wake. It took a moment after she left from Draco to realize what happened. He held his hand to his face as he rushed to the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, he saw four very long, very red scratch marks. Draco knew he should be upset, in fact he should be thinking up dark curses to cast for revenge, but some how he couldn't find the ability to become angry. He couldn't help but to wonder what had caused her to be so upset. He'd said a lot worse things to her over the years then that. He raised his wand and healed the scars, and then he strolled out of the bathroom, wondering where she was now. Not that he cared of course, but He'd love to know what set her off. Draco was completely disgusted by the thoughts circling through his head, so he decided to take a walk outside to clear his head.
(Peek in, peek in. Peek in, peek in. Peek in, sneak about I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
Ok, so that's the first chapter. I hope you like it so far, please review.
Oh, and I forgot before, I don't own anything but the plot. If I owned Harry Potter, then I really wouldn't be writing fan fiction about it, I'd be standing behind JKR, cracking a whip to make her write faster. =p
One hour ago Hermione Granger was one of the happiest girls in the world. She had it all, great grades, wonderful friends, the perfect boyfriend (Ronald Weasley), a supportive family, and with the exception of Voldemort, a relatively normal and undisrupted life. However, that was an hour ago. For an hour ago Hermione walked in on her "perfect boyfriend" doing not so perfect things.
*****Flashback*****
(Hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire, hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire)
Hermione and Harry were sitting in at a table in the library with books piled all around them, doing research for a paper due to Snape the next day. Or more, Harry was doing research and Hermione was helping him, because Hermione had been finished her paper on the day it was assigned.
"I wonder why Ron is so late. He has less done on his paper then you do," said Hermione why searching through her bag, looking for one more book.
"Oh, um, I'm sure he'll be here soon." replied Harry.
(My back it hurts again, it aches like history. Caught nothing all day long, your smiling back at me, but)
"Well, I think I must have left my other book in your room anyhow. I'll bring him back here with me." She stood up, and turned to go.
"Wait Hermione, why go all the way back up to the dormitory for a book? Maybe Ron will even see it, and bring it here with him."
(I feel you must have failed me, once again you've let me down. My confidence below my knees, now I need to find you out)
"But Harry, we need that book now. It's the only one with a descent section on the healing properties of fireblade, which is something you need to include in your report." "Oh come on, we are in a room filled to the brim in books, do you really want me to believe that that book is the only one with the information I need."
"No, but it makes more sense to go get that book then to waste our time then trying to find another."
"But Hermione!"
"Oh honestly Harry, the dormitories not that far away, I'll be back in ten minutes at the most."
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective) (Hey, hey hey)
"Fine, go. I'll just keep working here." With that Hermione turned and walked out of the library. She reached the dormitory, gave the password and rushed up to the boy's dormitory. And that is when things got bad. She walked through the door, not even paying attention, and say the book lying on the floor she reached down she took her first look at the room. And what she says Hermione was sure would permanently be burned in her brain, Ron, her sweet, sensitive, wonderful boyfriend, passionately kissing none other then Parvati Patil. In fact, his tongue was so far down her throat, it almost looked like he4 was being sucked in to her.
(Hey lover why you gone? Hold on I'm almost there. It's too late you've killed the trust, don't act so unaware)
"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione was surprised at how calm her voice sounded, seeing as how her whole body was shaking.
"Oh no, Mione, it's, it's not what it looks like I swear," cried Ron as her pushed himself off of Parvati.
"Right, you were just helping her to clean out her throat," said Hermione in the mot sarcastic voice she could master.
(Why are you so destructive? Do you realize what you've done? You can't bring it back to life now, what are you running from?)
"Sure, ya, we'll go with that one," he replied.
"Oh Ron, how could you?" Hermione's voice finally gave out, and she ran crying from the room.
"Wait Mione, I can explain," Ron yelled after her. (Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
*****End Flashback*****
(I don't like the way it feels, I just want you to be real)
And now, an hour later, her she was, sitting in the owlery. Not that she was planning to do anything stupid, like jumping. That wasn't the way to solve this, but the owlery had something about it that always helped to calm her down. Not as much as the library, but she couldn't go back there, Harry was still there and that would be the first place Ron would look for her. The tears had slowed now, and he simply sat, staring out at the sky, wishing that she could be anywhere but here. Of, course at that moment, who should walk in but Draco Malfoy.
(Hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire, hey girl save the liar, can't you see his pants on fire. I'm rummaging through your closet, imagining all the worst thoughts)
"Well well well, if it isn't the little mudblood," he sneered. Hermione didn't answer, which caused him to frown. "What, little miss super witch is too good to talk to those of us whom she mistakenly believes to be beneath her?"
"Go away Malfoy, I'm not in the mood today," commented Hermione while wiping her tears away.
"Aww, the ickle mudblood is crying. What, did you get a mark below a hundred Granger?"
"Shut up Malfoy!"
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
"No, I know what it is; you had a spat with Potter and the Weasel!" Draco's voice was almost gleeful. "Let me guess, they finally came out of the closet together. Weasley dumped you for Potter." When he got no replied he tried again, "no, Potters not the type, perhaps Weasley finally realized that you're beneath him? He is a pureblood after all, no matter how pathetic of one."
(Peek in, sneak about, I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
It was that comment that caused Hermione to snap; she stood up and was facing Draco before he even realized what was happening. "Don't you ever say something like that to me again!" She pressed her nails into the flesh, of Draco's face, and scratched him, almost drawing blood. "Don't you dare say that I am below him again!" with that the tears came back, and she ran out of the room, leaving a very stunned Draco in her wake. It took a moment after she left from Draco to realize what happened. He held his hand to his face as he rushed to the bathroom. As he looked in the mirror, he saw four very long, very red scratch marks. Draco knew he should be upset, in fact he should be thinking up dark curses to cast for revenge, but some how he couldn't find the ability to become angry. He couldn't help but to wonder what had caused her to be so upset. He'd said a lot worse things to her over the years then that. He raised his wand and healed the scars, and then he strolled out of the bathroom, wondering where she was now. Not that he cared of course, but He'd love to know what set her off. Draco was completely disgusted by the thoughts circling through his head, so he decided to take a walk outside to clear his head.
(Peek in, peek in. Peek in, peek in. Peek in, sneak about I'm gonna snoop and call you out. I've caught you, you're hands are red, Now I'm your broken hearted detective)
Ok, so that's the first chapter. I hope you like it so far, please review.
Oh, and I forgot before, I don't own anything but the plot. If I owned Harry Potter, then I really wouldn't be writing fan fiction about it, I'd be standing behind JKR, cracking a whip to make her write faster. =p