Laughter and Loneliness
Ok guys, here's chapter 8.
So sorry for taking that long to update. Tons of homework, packed schedule, not enough time.
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What went on before: Showdown is about to be played. Ginny really wants to know who Herm's "forbidden love" is and remains skeptical after Herm tries to hush it, and Harry know something's wrong.
Chapter 8 "The most horrible thing"
Hermione and Ginny entered the Slytherin Common Room, backed with Harry and Ron. They were led in by 2 Slytherin guys. Hermione cautiously looked around.
Party music boomed.There were alcoholic beverages on the tables, bottles and bottles of them. They lay innocently next to the food and soda. Ginny turned slightly toward Hermione, and gave her the "you suggested it in the first place" look. The first few rounds of Showdown were already over.
"Hermione, you're next," said a Gryffindor. Hermione swallowed nervously, feeling her parched throat croak a useless 'no.' She was shoved on.
Ok, here's how you do it. Let out all your stress and anger you've had in you onto this competitor. Got it Hermione?
She blinked stupidly. Her competitor was none other than Draco Malfoy. Aaaaaaah!
"Why, hello mudblood. What a pleasant surprise. Or should I say unpleasant?" sneered Malfoy coldly. Hermione looked down glumly. She couldn't bring herself to do it; she couldn't say anything. A "boo" echoed from the Slytherin crowd.
"C'mon Hermione!" yelled Ron.
"Looks like it doesn't bother you that I call you mudblood. Probably over-used by now. Mudblood. Filthy, muddy, low mudblood." Hermione's cheeks began to flush pink.
"You know it's strange how you find that you like to hang out with purebloods. Pothead and Weasel. And the little girl Weasel. All purebloods. How does it feel? How does it feel to know you'll never be as good as them? How does it feel to have two of the lowest fucking parents?"
"Shut the fucking hell up you bloody bastard! You know why you're saying that? I'll tell you, fuck you, I'll tell you. Its because you have the worst fucking parents, and I only have the lowest ones. And this is the only way you feel you can defend yourself?" Hermione looked with a satisfied smile at Draco. She knew she had cut deep this time. He tried to remain emotionless, but Hermione could see through it all.
"Do you even know what a bastard is?" asked Draco angrily.
"Of course I do! Do I look that stupid to you? It's a child born illegitimately! And you'd have 50,000 by now, I'm sure, if it weren't for condoms."
"And you, my dear, would be carrying one," Draco replied with fake sweetness.
Hermione's jaw dropped. Her cheeks went bright red, her face burned, and she began to stutter. "h-how could you d-dare you-" Luckily, everyone only thought Hermione was embarrassed because of the horrible accusation, not because of the truth behind it.
But Ginny, in the crowd, gasped. She had finally figured it out. She had figured it all out. And she knew more than Hermione. So much more. She left the loud room and went, swinging the portrait out of place. She left the Slytherin common room, and plodded away, toward her own dormitory. It was silent and dark. She thought she saw something red flash in the darkness, but just told herself she was imagining it.
In her dormitory, Ginny exhaustidly sat on her bed and took out a small, leather bound book. It was blood red, and in black words it said "Diary." She turned to a new page and began writing.
12:03 A.M.
Dear Diary,
I just found out the most horrible thing, and some of it even Hermione doesn't know.
First off, I know now. It's Draco Malfoy that she's fell in love with. She slept with him, of course. Twice, she thinks. But no, the truth is that it was only once.
It's all coming together now. It's because of Draco. No, it's more than that. It's only a matter of time now, before it happens. It will happen. I know why she's having her nightmares...
A/N how dja like da chapter? Wanna find out everything? Patience. The faster Ginny finds out, the faster you will too, naturally. I hope the chapter wasn't dreadfully boring?