Sorry about this being so late. I've been really busy *ahh, the sweet
smell of revenge. Yeah, I'm talking about you, ARTY!* Sorry, just had to
say that. Plus, at school, we have this big ass project to work on, and
poo on the teachers for not giving us enough time. So...I think this story
will be updated every, at the latest, week. Sorry. Now then. Time for
the thanx! I would like to thank these people for reviewing my last
chapter or reviewing on of the other chapters lately: Reese Craven,
Mint.Tears, Signeus, Dragon Tears Wing, and Shel6. I would also like to
mention the misuse of my brain when I posted Chapter 3. Shel6 pointed out
to me that Harry and Justin wouldn't need icepacks or splint because they
use MAGIC to fix all of that, so I personally apologize! THANX!
Well then, now that that's over and done with, time fore chapter four!
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 4
Harry, after talking with Dumbledore, soon left the Hospital Wing with not more than a few cuts and bruises. When he had finally reached the portrait, he gave the password, and walked in, to be bombarded by his fellow Gryffindors', asking questions like 'I heard you called a Hufflepuff, a Mudblood. Is it true?' and 'Harry, why'd you do it?' but you can't forget the scariest question of all. 'Harry, are you gay, and is Justin cheating on Granger with you?'
He quickly shoved through everyone, and ran up to his dormitory. When he walked into his dorm, he thought that he would be alone, yet, was half surprised to find Ron in there, waiting for him.
"Can you believe those people down there? So nosy!" Harry said to him as he walked over to his own bed, falling down onto it.
"Yes, I can. What I can't believe, though, is you!" Ron shouted to him.
"How do mean?" Harry asked, looking at Ron quizzically.
"You, calling Justin a Mudblood!"
"So? Your point is..."
"Well, for one thing, Justin is our FRIEND! For another, even if you were mad at him about something, wouldn't it be best to just keep it to yourself? And third, Hermione is Muggle-born as well. You calling Justin a Mudblood is almost as bad as calling her a Mudblood."
"Are you finished?" Harry asked quickly.
"Yes."
"Good."
"So, why *did* you call him a Mudblood?"
"Uhh! He was getting on my nerves, alright! Goddess, why do I have to explain this to every single damn person!"
"Everyone, Harry? Wow, that was fast to tell every single person in only one night. Hey, you could be the next St. Nick!"
"Very funny, Ron! I just don't like him, alright?"
"You need to apologize to Hermione, mate."
"I know," Harry sighed.
"And you know that Hermione is going to make you apologize to Justin."
"I know," Harry sighed heavily. "Do you know where she is?"
"I think that she's visiting Justin in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Otherwise he and Hermione may be in the library, taking a break from the questioning Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."
"Thanks, Ron. See ya, mate!"
And with that, Harry left in search of Hermione to *greatly apologize* to her for his *horrible behavior*.
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Harry did, indeed, find Hermione in the library, and, as expected, she was with Justin as well. He slowly walked over to their table, and just stood there, waiting a moment before Hermione had finally noticed him.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked him coldly when she saw him standing in front of her.
"I want to talk," Harry answered.
"Oh, so now you want to talk. I don't think so, Harry!"
"Please? Just for five minutes."
Hermione glanced at Justin, who gave a quick nod. Hermione, then, got up from her chair, and walked over to Harry.
"Talk."
"Not here. Follow me."
He took her hand and led her out of the library, and into an empty classroom, where they couldn't be easily heard.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen. I'm really sorry."
"No you're not! You just want to get on my good side."
"Hermione, I'm not that low!"
"Yes you are. I can't believe you don't consider calling Justin, a Mudblood, low?"
"No, actually. I don't!"
"Why not?! Because you know he doesn't really matter to the fall of the Dark Lord?! Is that it?! Well, you know, I guess I don't matter either. Go on! Call me Mudblood! I DARE YOU!"
"I wouldn't do that to you!"
"Why?!"
"Because you're my friend!"
"And Justin isn't?"
"No, he's not!"
"But why did you call him a Mudblood! You DO know that that would make me a Mudblood as well, don't you!"
"'Mione, stop it!"
"No, Harry! I won't stop until YOU stop! I'm sick and tired of this! The whole damn world doesn't revolve around you, you know!"
"NORE YOU!"
With that, Hermione smacked him clear across the face, before returning back to the Library. Harry just stood there, rubbing his cheek where Hermione had smacked him.
"'Guess that didn't go very well," he mumbled to himself as he left the classroom.
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So, how did you like it? I tried to make Hermione really mad at him *Grins evilly*. Did I do a good job? Tell me by reviewing. Plus, I hope that that whole conversation makes sense. I'll reread it a few times before posting, just to make sure. Thanx for reading, everyone! Please review! Plus, NO MORE REVIEWS FROM SHEL6. Shel, luv, your reviews don't count. All right? *Says in baby voice* YOU EITHER, TEENY TINY TINA! *smile, trying not to scare readers* Love you all! Peace!
Well then, now that that's over and done with, time fore chapter four!
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 4
Harry, after talking with Dumbledore, soon left the Hospital Wing with not more than a few cuts and bruises. When he had finally reached the portrait, he gave the password, and walked in, to be bombarded by his fellow Gryffindors', asking questions like 'I heard you called a Hufflepuff, a Mudblood. Is it true?' and 'Harry, why'd you do it?' but you can't forget the scariest question of all. 'Harry, are you gay, and is Justin cheating on Granger with you?'
He quickly shoved through everyone, and ran up to his dormitory. When he walked into his dorm, he thought that he would be alone, yet, was half surprised to find Ron in there, waiting for him.
"Can you believe those people down there? So nosy!" Harry said to him as he walked over to his own bed, falling down onto it.
"Yes, I can. What I can't believe, though, is you!" Ron shouted to him.
"How do mean?" Harry asked, looking at Ron quizzically.
"You, calling Justin a Mudblood!"
"So? Your point is..."
"Well, for one thing, Justin is our FRIEND! For another, even if you were mad at him about something, wouldn't it be best to just keep it to yourself? And third, Hermione is Muggle-born as well. You calling Justin a Mudblood is almost as bad as calling her a Mudblood."
"Are you finished?" Harry asked quickly.
"Yes."
"Good."
"So, why *did* you call him a Mudblood?"
"Uhh! He was getting on my nerves, alright! Goddess, why do I have to explain this to every single damn person!"
"Everyone, Harry? Wow, that was fast to tell every single person in only one night. Hey, you could be the next St. Nick!"
"Very funny, Ron! I just don't like him, alright?"
"You need to apologize to Hermione, mate."
"I know," Harry sighed.
"And you know that Hermione is going to make you apologize to Justin."
"I know," Harry sighed heavily. "Do you know where she is?"
"I think that she's visiting Justin in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Otherwise he and Hermione may be in the library, taking a break from the questioning Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."
"Thanks, Ron. See ya, mate!"
And with that, Harry left in search of Hermione to *greatly apologize* to her for his *horrible behavior*.
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Harry did, indeed, find Hermione in the library, and, as expected, she was with Justin as well. He slowly walked over to their table, and just stood there, waiting a moment before Hermione had finally noticed him.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked him coldly when she saw him standing in front of her.
"I want to talk," Harry answered.
"Oh, so now you want to talk. I don't think so, Harry!"
"Please? Just for five minutes."
Hermione glanced at Justin, who gave a quick nod. Hermione, then, got up from her chair, and walked over to Harry.
"Talk."
"Not here. Follow me."
He took her hand and led her out of the library, and into an empty classroom, where they couldn't be easily heard.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, 'Mione. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen. I'm really sorry."
"No you're not! You just want to get on my good side."
"Hermione, I'm not that low!"
"Yes you are. I can't believe you don't consider calling Justin, a Mudblood, low?"
"No, actually. I don't!"
"Why not?! Because you know he doesn't really matter to the fall of the Dark Lord?! Is that it?! Well, you know, I guess I don't matter either. Go on! Call me Mudblood! I DARE YOU!"
"I wouldn't do that to you!"
"Why?!"
"Because you're my friend!"
"And Justin isn't?"
"No, he's not!"
"But why did you call him a Mudblood! You DO know that that would make me a Mudblood as well, don't you!"
"'Mione, stop it!"
"No, Harry! I won't stop until YOU stop! I'm sick and tired of this! The whole damn world doesn't revolve around you, you know!"
"NORE YOU!"
With that, Hermione smacked him clear across the face, before returning back to the Library. Harry just stood there, rubbing his cheek where Hermione had smacked him.
"'Guess that didn't go very well," he mumbled to himself as he left the classroom.
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So, how did you like it? I tried to make Hermione really mad at him *Grins evilly*. Did I do a good job? Tell me by reviewing. Plus, I hope that that whole conversation makes sense. I'll reread it a few times before posting, just to make sure. Thanx for reading, everyone! Please review! Plus, NO MORE REVIEWS FROM SHEL6. Shel, luv, your reviews don't count. All right? *Says in baby voice* YOU EITHER, TEENY TINY TINA! *smile, trying not to scare readers* Love you all! Peace!