[A/N: I listened to what one of you said. And sense I am depressed at the
moment, I want to ruin her life again... We may change her rescuer... I
have no idea, just don't yell at me again. xCOVERS EARSx. But honestly,
criticism is what I needed. The story line felt weird after Draco goes and
helps her. So I shall destroy her life very maniacally. Then, we shall see,
who is lovely enough to be her saviour]
Chapter VI
Draco Malfoy mentally hit himself a few times, well, he actually began to abuse himself. Did he really think that this was going to be accepted? What would Pansy say? The same question from that morning was running through his mind also. Why did he have to go save her as he had just pushed her over the edge? Wasn't that the plan?
A hand grabbed his upper arm, he turned to see Harry and Ron standing there, looking smug.
"Why, may I ask, are you touching me?" he snapped. 'Ah, there you go Draco,' he thought, 'your back to normal. But what the hell were you thinking this morning?!'
"I have a proposition," Ron said, their smug looks grew.
"Yes?" Draco sneered.
"You help us, get back at Hermione Granger, and we won't bug you ever again," Harry said, Ron nodded enthusiastically.
"What is this plan of yours?"
"Well, Ginny and Lavendar wanted to beat her up again, but we wanted to do something more painful and humiliating," Harry shrugged.
"I'm listening..."
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Hermione was on a cloud, but there was a feeling of nagging at the back of her brain. Could this possibly be a trick? And that thought, brought her back under.
"Slut," a hufflepuff sixth year hissed in her direction.
The shoulder strap of her book bag was now digging into her shoulder painfully, she took it off and sat by the wall of the corridor.
A person sat beside her, humming a small song she had never heard of, she turned to see Dumbledore twiddling his thumbs and glancing at the ceiling.
"Good day, Miss Granger," he said, his tone nonchalant, yet amused.
"Hello," Hermione muttered.
"Be aware of what friends you make, and watch your back at all times," was all the old headmaster said before standing up again, and leaving. The corridor was now empty.
Hermione looked at her hands. Could Draco possibly turn his back on her? He was the one that majorly ruined her life, and all of a sudden he comes with sympathy. This thought made her angry, her heart pulsed to an unhealthy beat.
Picking up her book bag, Hermione walked through the halls. Strength being apart of her. She needed to get back at all of those people. They didn't seem to care if two people died a brutal death, so they shouldn't be happy. She definitely was not happy now.
She stopped, around the corner she heard voices.
"I'm listening..." Draco's voice said.
"So, your going to help us get revenge on that heartless mudblood bitch?" Ron asked, his voice sounded eager.
"Yes," Draco replied, sounding annoyed.
Hermione's heart beat grew to an alarming rate. How could she be so stupid? She turned around, tears brimmed her eyes. Someone had actually cared for her, not pitied, but cared. Then she had to go and get all happy. Hermione rushed back to her common room and closed the door behind her.
"Mum," she whispered, her plead went unheard as students passed outside the door.
Hermione felt so weak, she slowly moved her trembling body to the couch.
"Accio knife," she muttered, holding out her wand lazily.
The object flew toward her, and she gracefully caught it by the sharp edge. Hermione didn't pay attention to the fact that it had sliced her palm. Taking the handle of the knife, stress running down her cheeks in the form of tears, she sliced her skin in lovely motions.
Hair falling in her face, tears obscuring her vision, blood running down her arm onto the silver rug. Her mind scolded her constantly, asking her why she had been so stupid. She had confided in the person that had probably started her cutting. He had turned the whole school against her, when she needed them the most.
"Fuck you Malfoy," she muttered, running the blade across another part of her arm, the seventh cut made that day.
The bell rang, signaling lunch. Hermione got up, covered her arms with the sleeves of her robes, and exited the room. She felt uncontrollable anger and sadness. Her body trembled as she walked through the corridors, her head felt weak. After sobbing so much, her breathing had become ragged.
She stopped outside the doors to the Great Hall, the place was loud with chatter, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to join them. Fixing her sleeves once again, Hermione entered the hall. Talking stopped, people froze, and then it all started once again. But it didn't sound like happy conversations anymore, it sounded like vengeful conversations.
She looked across the hall for blonde hair as she sat down. When she caught him, she had to turn away again. He was snogging Pansy, and it was not a pretty sight.
The food didn't seem very appetizing, but Hermione took a ham sandwich anyway.
"Go!" she heard someone yell, this couldn't be good.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, she whipped around. Everyone was staring at her and the person expectantly. The person was Lavendar Brown, smirking devilishly.
"Well, Mudblood?" she inquired, grabbing Hermione by the collar and picking her up.
"What?" Hermione managed to choke out, breathing was becoming hard.
Hermione's head turned as she felt Lavendar punch her hard in the cheek. It hurt so badly.
"I'm done, Ginny, why don't you go next?" Lavendar dropped Hermione on the ground, only to be picked up by the collar again.
What the bloody hell was this?! Some kind of Death Eater meeting?! Everyone was cheering, so it probably was.
"You traitor. But I always knew you were a tramp. From the moment you started hanging out with my beloved Harry. Hell, I even thought you were my friend," Ginny sneered, then Hermione's head jerked to the other side as her left cheek was punched.
Hermione was once again dropped to the ground, her weak form trembled with every breath, and shook with sobs. She looked up to see Draco not very far away. He was watching with Pansy on his arm, his eyes showed absolutely no emotion.
'So much for not giving a damn about what people said,' she thought sarcastically.
Her head lifted, as a stronger hand grabbed her by the collar. Ron's eyes were cold and deep down in the depths of that blue was hurt. She took a deep breath, knowing that the "boys are not to hit girls" rule was going to be broken that day.
"Bloody bitch," he muttered.
"Acting like such a know-it-all. Getting everyone in trouble, telling me and Harry what to do. This isn't just because your an ugly slut, but also because you are a good for nothing nuisance to anyone who has walked this earth," Ron spat.
With surprising strength, he threw her to the floor, her body slid into the feet of the audience. They didn't seem happy about this, because soon millions of feet were kicking her lifeless body. Hermione didn't do anything, she didn't deserve to live anyway. She wanted to be with her parents.
'GOD JUST KILL ME!' Her mind was screaming pleads, because her jaw had just been broken.
Tears ran down her face, her arms stung as feet kicked the opened flesh, her body curled up into a fetal position. She sobbed uncontrollably, she had had a friend, he had left her. She had been happy, that had left her as well. All good things had betrayed her. No one noticed as her robes and hair became damp with her own blood.
Suddenly there was a brilliant burst of light, so bright that it blazed through her closed eyelids.
"Stop!" a powerful angry voice yelled.
The kicking stopped, and feet cautiously moved away from her shaking body. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw the scariest sight ever.
Dumbledore stood there, behind him were the Order members, his face looked so frightening because of the evident anger. He looked as if he was facing Voldemort right there, but it was the student body.
Remus Lupin and Severus Snape rushed forward to get her body, she screamed in agony as they accidently touched her bruises.
"MUM!" she shrieked, her jaw hurting like a thousand knives as she used it.
She sobbed so hard, she wanted her parents so badly.
Everyone in the hall was frozen, the look of fury never faltering on the headmaster's face. But something else was there, pure disappointment that all the students would gang up on a weak girl.
The only sounds were the sobs of Hermione as she was carried to the Hospital Wing by the two adults, Madam Promfrey rushed over from behind Dumbledore to open the doors. The nurse was crying as she looked at the girl being taken to the wing.
Tonks had her mouth open in shock at something so appalling. The silence in the hall was thick, everyone was just staring at the Order members.
"Never! In all my years at Hogwarts!" McGonagall exclaimed, her lips tight, a few strands of hair falling from her tight bun.
"I am absolutely disappointed in all of you!" Dumbledore did not need a 'sonorus' spell, his voice was powerful. "Do you even know what has happened to Miss Granger? There will be no Quidditch Cup after the holidays, no House Cup. If my school behaves like that, then they obviously deserve none of that."
The teachers were all shaking their heads, whether in disappointment or shock, it was hard to tell.
Dumbledore swept out of the hall, followed by the staff and Order members. All the students could do was stand, then there was a great movement of feet as everyone headed to their common rooms in guilt. The question on all of their minds was the same. What had happened to Hermione Granger? All the students thought this, except one extra guilty student.
[A/N: I know dramatic... blah, blah, blah... How cliche of Draco to turn his back on her... blah, blah, blah... students wouldn't gang up on her... blah, blah, blah... SO what! This is my evil cunning mind! Muahahaha!.... Review please!]
Chapter VI
Draco Malfoy mentally hit himself a few times, well, he actually began to abuse himself. Did he really think that this was going to be accepted? What would Pansy say? The same question from that morning was running through his mind also. Why did he have to go save her as he had just pushed her over the edge? Wasn't that the plan?
A hand grabbed his upper arm, he turned to see Harry and Ron standing there, looking smug.
"Why, may I ask, are you touching me?" he snapped. 'Ah, there you go Draco,' he thought, 'your back to normal. But what the hell were you thinking this morning?!'
"I have a proposition," Ron said, their smug looks grew.
"Yes?" Draco sneered.
"You help us, get back at Hermione Granger, and we won't bug you ever again," Harry said, Ron nodded enthusiastically.
"What is this plan of yours?"
"Well, Ginny and Lavendar wanted to beat her up again, but we wanted to do something more painful and humiliating," Harry shrugged.
"I'm listening..."
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Hermione was on a cloud, but there was a feeling of nagging at the back of her brain. Could this possibly be a trick? And that thought, brought her back under.
"Slut," a hufflepuff sixth year hissed in her direction.
The shoulder strap of her book bag was now digging into her shoulder painfully, she took it off and sat by the wall of the corridor.
A person sat beside her, humming a small song she had never heard of, she turned to see Dumbledore twiddling his thumbs and glancing at the ceiling.
"Good day, Miss Granger," he said, his tone nonchalant, yet amused.
"Hello," Hermione muttered.
"Be aware of what friends you make, and watch your back at all times," was all the old headmaster said before standing up again, and leaving. The corridor was now empty.
Hermione looked at her hands. Could Draco possibly turn his back on her? He was the one that majorly ruined her life, and all of a sudden he comes with sympathy. This thought made her angry, her heart pulsed to an unhealthy beat.
Picking up her book bag, Hermione walked through the halls. Strength being apart of her. She needed to get back at all of those people. They didn't seem to care if two people died a brutal death, so they shouldn't be happy. She definitely was not happy now.
She stopped, around the corner she heard voices.
"I'm listening..." Draco's voice said.
"So, your going to help us get revenge on that heartless mudblood bitch?" Ron asked, his voice sounded eager.
"Yes," Draco replied, sounding annoyed.
Hermione's heart beat grew to an alarming rate. How could she be so stupid? She turned around, tears brimmed her eyes. Someone had actually cared for her, not pitied, but cared. Then she had to go and get all happy. Hermione rushed back to her common room and closed the door behind her.
"Mum," she whispered, her plead went unheard as students passed outside the door.
Hermione felt so weak, she slowly moved her trembling body to the couch.
"Accio knife," she muttered, holding out her wand lazily.
The object flew toward her, and she gracefully caught it by the sharp edge. Hermione didn't pay attention to the fact that it had sliced her palm. Taking the handle of the knife, stress running down her cheeks in the form of tears, she sliced her skin in lovely motions.
Hair falling in her face, tears obscuring her vision, blood running down her arm onto the silver rug. Her mind scolded her constantly, asking her why she had been so stupid. She had confided in the person that had probably started her cutting. He had turned the whole school against her, when she needed them the most.
"Fuck you Malfoy," she muttered, running the blade across another part of her arm, the seventh cut made that day.
The bell rang, signaling lunch. Hermione got up, covered her arms with the sleeves of her robes, and exited the room. She felt uncontrollable anger and sadness. Her body trembled as she walked through the corridors, her head felt weak. After sobbing so much, her breathing had become ragged.
She stopped outside the doors to the Great Hall, the place was loud with chatter, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to join them. Fixing her sleeves once again, Hermione entered the hall. Talking stopped, people froze, and then it all started once again. But it didn't sound like happy conversations anymore, it sounded like vengeful conversations.
She looked across the hall for blonde hair as she sat down. When she caught him, she had to turn away again. He was snogging Pansy, and it was not a pretty sight.
The food didn't seem very appetizing, but Hermione took a ham sandwich anyway.
"Go!" she heard someone yell, this couldn't be good.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, she whipped around. Everyone was staring at her and the person expectantly. The person was Lavendar Brown, smirking devilishly.
"Well, Mudblood?" she inquired, grabbing Hermione by the collar and picking her up.
"What?" Hermione managed to choke out, breathing was becoming hard.
Hermione's head turned as she felt Lavendar punch her hard in the cheek. It hurt so badly.
"I'm done, Ginny, why don't you go next?" Lavendar dropped Hermione on the ground, only to be picked up by the collar again.
What the bloody hell was this?! Some kind of Death Eater meeting?! Everyone was cheering, so it probably was.
"You traitor. But I always knew you were a tramp. From the moment you started hanging out with my beloved Harry. Hell, I even thought you were my friend," Ginny sneered, then Hermione's head jerked to the other side as her left cheek was punched.
Hermione was once again dropped to the ground, her weak form trembled with every breath, and shook with sobs. She looked up to see Draco not very far away. He was watching with Pansy on his arm, his eyes showed absolutely no emotion.
'So much for not giving a damn about what people said,' she thought sarcastically.
Her head lifted, as a stronger hand grabbed her by the collar. Ron's eyes were cold and deep down in the depths of that blue was hurt. She took a deep breath, knowing that the "boys are not to hit girls" rule was going to be broken that day.
"Bloody bitch," he muttered.
"Acting like such a know-it-all. Getting everyone in trouble, telling me and Harry what to do. This isn't just because your an ugly slut, but also because you are a good for nothing nuisance to anyone who has walked this earth," Ron spat.
With surprising strength, he threw her to the floor, her body slid into the feet of the audience. They didn't seem happy about this, because soon millions of feet were kicking her lifeless body. Hermione didn't do anything, she didn't deserve to live anyway. She wanted to be with her parents.
'GOD JUST KILL ME!' Her mind was screaming pleads, because her jaw had just been broken.
Tears ran down her face, her arms stung as feet kicked the opened flesh, her body curled up into a fetal position. She sobbed uncontrollably, she had had a friend, he had left her. She had been happy, that had left her as well. All good things had betrayed her. No one noticed as her robes and hair became damp with her own blood.
Suddenly there was a brilliant burst of light, so bright that it blazed through her closed eyelids.
"Stop!" a powerful angry voice yelled.
The kicking stopped, and feet cautiously moved away from her shaking body. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw the scariest sight ever.
Dumbledore stood there, behind him were the Order members, his face looked so frightening because of the evident anger. He looked as if he was facing Voldemort right there, but it was the student body.
Remus Lupin and Severus Snape rushed forward to get her body, she screamed in agony as they accidently touched her bruises.
"MUM!" she shrieked, her jaw hurting like a thousand knives as she used it.
She sobbed so hard, she wanted her parents so badly.
Everyone in the hall was frozen, the look of fury never faltering on the headmaster's face. But something else was there, pure disappointment that all the students would gang up on a weak girl.
The only sounds were the sobs of Hermione as she was carried to the Hospital Wing by the two adults, Madam Promfrey rushed over from behind Dumbledore to open the doors. The nurse was crying as she looked at the girl being taken to the wing.
Tonks had her mouth open in shock at something so appalling. The silence in the hall was thick, everyone was just staring at the Order members.
"Never! In all my years at Hogwarts!" McGonagall exclaimed, her lips tight, a few strands of hair falling from her tight bun.
"I am absolutely disappointed in all of you!" Dumbledore did not need a 'sonorus' spell, his voice was powerful. "Do you even know what has happened to Miss Granger? There will be no Quidditch Cup after the holidays, no House Cup. If my school behaves like that, then they obviously deserve none of that."
The teachers were all shaking their heads, whether in disappointment or shock, it was hard to tell.
Dumbledore swept out of the hall, followed by the staff and Order members. All the students could do was stand, then there was a great movement of feet as everyone headed to their common rooms in guilt. The question on all of their minds was the same. What had happened to Hermione Granger? All the students thought this, except one extra guilty student.
[A/N: I know dramatic... blah, blah, blah... How cliche of Draco to turn his back on her... blah, blah, blah... students wouldn't gang up on her... blah, blah, blah... SO what! This is my evil cunning mind! Muahahaha!.... Review please!]