Hey everyone! First of all I wanted to say how sorry I am for not giving
you a chapter for almost two months. I know, I'm terrible, and I hope that
you all forgive me. I went on vacation to Europe for three weeks and
didn't have a computer for most of the time. Then school started once
again, and I've been really consumed by schoolwork. This is a pretty short
chapter, but I wanted to give SOMETHING to you. You have all been so
awesome with the reviews!! 108!! I'm really impressed. Thanks so much.
This time I haven't enough time to do my shoutouts because I actually
wanted to get this out as fast as I could. I hope that this was worth the
wait. Anyways, on with the story.
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I felt my eyes start to open, and I felt I was face down on something that was rough. And it was hot, very hot. I tried to move a little, but I was stiff from staying in that position for what seemed like a long time. I moved my hands along the ground, and knew instantly that it was sand. I rolled over, and squinted, my eyes trying desperately to get used to the blaring midday sun. After a couple of seconds, I looked around, and saw that it was a deserted island. The place was littered with palm trees, rocks, and sand. No one else was there from what I saw. I got up, and walked around for a little bit, seeing my gym bag on a far side of one huge rock. I walked over to it, and picked it up. Looking out onto the horizon, something caught my eye.
It was black and white, and I walked closer, and I noticed that it was a girl. I ran to her side, and she was still asleep it seemed, as I was just a couple of seconds ago. She was facing down, and I turned her slowly over. Oh holy fuck. It was Hermione. I didn't know what to do, so I just grabbed my bag and ran away down the beach. I had no idea what was going to happen, spending two whole fucking months with her. The one I was in love with, no matter how much I wanted to deny myself that fact. Dumbledore must have put us together because of that, or just because we are head boy and girl together. I walked down the shore, collecting my thoughts, and thinking about what I was supposed to do with her. For what seemed like the millionth time in my life, I had no fucking clue what I was living for.
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I woke to the soft sounds of ocean waves breaking against a shore. I was really confused as to where I was, and tried to move, though my whole body ached. I turned around and sat up slowly, and covered my eyes while they got used to the bright sun. I was at a god damned beach. I stretched, and then got up and looked around. Wasn't I supposed to have a partner? Where the hell were they? I didn't see anyone around. It felt about a hundred degrees outside, and I had on long pants and a long sleeve teeshirt. I ripped my shirt off, and my pants off, seeing that I was alone and that I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I saw the water was a beautiful crystal blue, and decided that I might as well get a little wet. I ran into the breaking surf, and swam around before deciding that I should have a look around this place. I had never felt so free before in my life, knowing that if anyone was there I would be fully mortified if anyone saw me in a wet white bra and white undies. As I was walking up the beach, I saw my bag, and ran over to it and picked it up. I slung it over my shoulder and continued to walk. It was beautiful, wherever I was. I looked at all the palm trees, and up at the mountain covered with trees. It was something that I would always remember. I kept walking, and saw something bobbing in the water. I looked closer and saw that it looked very pale in color. Oh my God. It was Draco. Fuck fuck fuck. Just my luck. I really didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, kind of frozen.
"Fuck!" I heard him say, and had to stifle a laugh.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it our luck?" I said to him from the shore.
"Shut the hell - nice outfit, Granger," He said sarcastically, with his trademark smirk. Oh my god. I remembered I took all of my clothes off and was only wearing a soaking wet white bra and undies. Fuck. I covered myself the best that I could, embarassed beyond belief.
"What does it matter now, I've already gotten a taste of you, and it wasn't that great," He said. His words cut like a thousand knives, but I wouldn't let it show.
"Like you were so great. Sorry to disappoint you, but I've had better," I lied.
"I highly doubt it," He replied. And he knew he was right, that was what killed me.
"Think whatever you want, Malfoy. I really don't give a crap. I'm going to try and find a place to sleep for tonight, and maybe find something to eat. I'm going to try to survive, and not just sit on my ass, like you," I said, turning on my heel and walking in the direction from where I just came.
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I watched her leave again. Just as I had watched her so many times before. Her beautiful form slowly fading away from me, I walked out of the surf, and shook the water out of my hair. I grabbed my bag and decided to follow her, not letting her know how I felt, but just to get another glimpse. I walked along the shoreline, following her footsteps in the sand. As I was drifting away in my thoughts, a bloodcurdling scream brought me to my senses. It was her. I dropped my bag in the sand, and ran towards her. Then I stopped, and thought for a second. Maybe she would know that I cared if I came running after her like a senseless bastard. But then again, maybe she was really hurt and needed my help. Then it would be my fucking fault that she died or something. Oh fuck it, I'll just go after her. Maybe I could be her knight in fucking shining armor. Ha ha ha. I walked at a fast pace to where I heard the scream, and I saw her waiting there, staring in my direction, arms crossed and feet tapping. Shit. She got me.
"I thought that you would've been here sooner. I could have been dead, and it would have been all of your fault," She paused. "So, you do care, don't you?" She asked.
"I never said I cared. I just didn't want Dumbledore on my ass if anything happened to you, that's all," I replied.
"Sure, sure," She said, smirking at me.
"Whatever," I said.
"Actually, I needed your help with something, and I didn't feel like walking all of the way down the beach to ask your sorry ass," She replied.
"OoO, now that you put it that way, I really want to help you now," I said with a fake smile.
"Shut up. Now if you want to eat, you'll help me. You need to pick me up so that I can grab those coconuts. Because I would eventually like to eat, you know," She said sarcastically. She was getting quite the mouth on her. I was impressed.
"Fine," I picked her up and she grabbed a coconut and threw it to the floor. She reached and threw down three more. She got down from my arms and went over to a pointy rock to break them open. She was so naturally beautiful. I loved watching her muscles flex, her hair swing in the breeze, her legs walk. I know I might sound like a stalker and all, but I'm not. I just appreciate beauty when I see it. After trying to break the coconut open for about fifteen minutes, she cursed and then looked up at me.
"Want some help?" I said smirking.
"Does it look like I want you to help me?" She replied.
"Yes," I said laughing.
"Ugh, fine," She said and motioned me to come over. I grabbed the coconut and threw it on the rock. It cracked right in half.
"Ha. Ha. Not so tough after all, Granger," I said.
"That's only because I already did all the hard work on that one," She said with a nasty look on her face.
"Fine, give me the other ones," I said, and she handed one to me. I threw it again, and it cracked once more, same for the other one. She looked pissed.
"Good job. Now we can divide these up equally and we can eat I guess," She said. She looked down in the sand and picked up a flat, pointy rock. She cut out a huge piece of coconut, almost savagely; and this animal sort of act was so magnetic to me that I wanted to take her, right then and there. I took a deep breath and looked away.
"Are you ok?" She asked,
"I'm fine. Just fucking fine. I'm stuck on a desert island with a girl who hates me, without anywhere good to sleep and with hardly any food. I'm fucking great. Thanks for asking," I said winking at her sarcastically. She did piss me off sometimes, and I wasn't in the mood for it right now. I wanted to scream, to get away, to be alone.
"I'm going for a walk. Alone. I'll be back later," I said.
"Fine," She said looking at her bare feet. I walked away down the beach, trying to leave everything behind, knowing full well it would still be there when I came back.
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Why did everything in my damn life have to be so complicated? First it was Harry that I was trying to get over, then Draco, then Blaise, now Draco again. What the hell was my problem? I'm so stupid, always letting the wrong fucking guys get in the way. I watched Draco walk down the beach, trying to get my feelings for him to go away. But, whatever I tried never seemed to work. I wish that I had enough courage to run down that beach and grab him, but I don't. I have so many flaws, but no one really gets to see them. I always put on a smile and held my head high so many times when all I wanted to do was brake down and cry. I thought about all of the anger that had built up from years of being made fun of for being smart, for being left out, for not being wanted for so long. No one in Hogwarts appreciated me or truly cared about me. Harry and Ron care only about themselves and the number of girls they could get in a month. I just have one wish. One damn wish. To find a guy who loves me for me; accepts that I have flaws and love me just the same.
But, I doubt that will happen. Draco hates me now, and its all my fault. I ran away, just like I did so many times before. I run away from everything, all the problems, all the anger; everything. I never face it. I dug some more at my coconut and tears started to form. I couldn't remember the last time I cried. Oh yes, I do now. It was when Harry finally noticed me after I had changed. The only reason he wanted me then was because of my looks. It wasn't because I was the girl for him, or because I had such a great personality, I was just another pretty face to him, just another girl, just another piece of ass for him to get. Maybe I should give up. I felt so worthless, so unappreciated, so misunderstood. There was no one on this planet who gave a damn about my opinions, my thoughts, my entire being. No one cares at all. I'm so alone in this world that it scares me. Maybe I should just run into that ocean and fade away into the water. No one would miss me anyway.....
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I hope you liked this chapter. Hermione? Suicidal? Who knew. Well I did. Hehe *does evil laugh* Well please do review for this and I'll get another chapter out as fast as possible. But that's only if you do review. ;) All you have to do is click the little button...... xoxo, Tinkerbelle
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I felt my eyes start to open, and I felt I was face down on something that was rough. And it was hot, very hot. I tried to move a little, but I was stiff from staying in that position for what seemed like a long time. I moved my hands along the ground, and knew instantly that it was sand. I rolled over, and squinted, my eyes trying desperately to get used to the blaring midday sun. After a couple of seconds, I looked around, and saw that it was a deserted island. The place was littered with palm trees, rocks, and sand. No one else was there from what I saw. I got up, and walked around for a little bit, seeing my gym bag on a far side of one huge rock. I walked over to it, and picked it up. Looking out onto the horizon, something caught my eye.
It was black and white, and I walked closer, and I noticed that it was a girl. I ran to her side, and she was still asleep it seemed, as I was just a couple of seconds ago. She was facing down, and I turned her slowly over. Oh holy fuck. It was Hermione. I didn't know what to do, so I just grabbed my bag and ran away down the beach. I had no idea what was going to happen, spending two whole fucking months with her. The one I was in love with, no matter how much I wanted to deny myself that fact. Dumbledore must have put us together because of that, or just because we are head boy and girl together. I walked down the shore, collecting my thoughts, and thinking about what I was supposed to do with her. For what seemed like the millionth time in my life, I had no fucking clue what I was living for.
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I woke to the soft sounds of ocean waves breaking against a shore. I was really confused as to where I was, and tried to move, though my whole body ached. I turned around and sat up slowly, and covered my eyes while they got used to the bright sun. I was at a god damned beach. I stretched, and then got up and looked around. Wasn't I supposed to have a partner? Where the hell were they? I didn't see anyone around. It felt about a hundred degrees outside, and I had on long pants and a long sleeve teeshirt. I ripped my shirt off, and my pants off, seeing that I was alone and that I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I saw the water was a beautiful crystal blue, and decided that I might as well get a little wet. I ran into the breaking surf, and swam around before deciding that I should have a look around this place. I had never felt so free before in my life, knowing that if anyone was there I would be fully mortified if anyone saw me in a wet white bra and white undies. As I was walking up the beach, I saw my bag, and ran over to it and picked it up. I slung it over my shoulder and continued to walk. It was beautiful, wherever I was. I looked at all the palm trees, and up at the mountain covered with trees. It was something that I would always remember. I kept walking, and saw something bobbing in the water. I looked closer and saw that it looked very pale in color. Oh my God. It was Draco. Fuck fuck fuck. Just my luck. I really didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, kind of frozen.
"Fuck!" I heard him say, and had to stifle a laugh.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it our luck?" I said to him from the shore.
"Shut the hell - nice outfit, Granger," He said sarcastically, with his trademark smirk. Oh my god. I remembered I took all of my clothes off and was only wearing a soaking wet white bra and undies. Fuck. I covered myself the best that I could, embarassed beyond belief.
"What does it matter now, I've already gotten a taste of you, and it wasn't that great," He said. His words cut like a thousand knives, but I wouldn't let it show.
"Like you were so great. Sorry to disappoint you, but I've had better," I lied.
"I highly doubt it," He replied. And he knew he was right, that was what killed me.
"Think whatever you want, Malfoy. I really don't give a crap. I'm going to try and find a place to sleep for tonight, and maybe find something to eat. I'm going to try to survive, and not just sit on my ass, like you," I said, turning on my heel and walking in the direction from where I just came.
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I watched her leave again. Just as I had watched her so many times before. Her beautiful form slowly fading away from me, I walked out of the surf, and shook the water out of my hair. I grabbed my bag and decided to follow her, not letting her know how I felt, but just to get another glimpse. I walked along the shoreline, following her footsteps in the sand. As I was drifting away in my thoughts, a bloodcurdling scream brought me to my senses. It was her. I dropped my bag in the sand, and ran towards her. Then I stopped, and thought for a second. Maybe she would know that I cared if I came running after her like a senseless bastard. But then again, maybe she was really hurt and needed my help. Then it would be my fucking fault that she died or something. Oh fuck it, I'll just go after her. Maybe I could be her knight in fucking shining armor. Ha ha ha. I walked at a fast pace to where I heard the scream, and I saw her waiting there, staring in my direction, arms crossed and feet tapping. Shit. She got me.
"I thought that you would've been here sooner. I could have been dead, and it would have been all of your fault," She paused. "So, you do care, don't you?" She asked.
"I never said I cared. I just didn't want Dumbledore on my ass if anything happened to you, that's all," I replied.
"Sure, sure," She said, smirking at me.
"Whatever," I said.
"Actually, I needed your help with something, and I didn't feel like walking all of the way down the beach to ask your sorry ass," She replied.
"OoO, now that you put it that way, I really want to help you now," I said with a fake smile.
"Shut up. Now if you want to eat, you'll help me. You need to pick me up so that I can grab those coconuts. Because I would eventually like to eat, you know," She said sarcastically. She was getting quite the mouth on her. I was impressed.
"Fine," I picked her up and she grabbed a coconut and threw it to the floor. She reached and threw down three more. She got down from my arms and went over to a pointy rock to break them open. She was so naturally beautiful. I loved watching her muscles flex, her hair swing in the breeze, her legs walk. I know I might sound like a stalker and all, but I'm not. I just appreciate beauty when I see it. After trying to break the coconut open for about fifteen minutes, she cursed and then looked up at me.
"Want some help?" I said smirking.
"Does it look like I want you to help me?" She replied.
"Yes," I said laughing.
"Ugh, fine," She said and motioned me to come over. I grabbed the coconut and threw it on the rock. It cracked right in half.
"Ha. Ha. Not so tough after all, Granger," I said.
"That's only because I already did all the hard work on that one," She said with a nasty look on her face.
"Fine, give me the other ones," I said, and she handed one to me. I threw it again, and it cracked once more, same for the other one. She looked pissed.
"Good job. Now we can divide these up equally and we can eat I guess," She said. She looked down in the sand and picked up a flat, pointy rock. She cut out a huge piece of coconut, almost savagely; and this animal sort of act was so magnetic to me that I wanted to take her, right then and there. I took a deep breath and looked away.
"Are you ok?" She asked,
"I'm fine. Just fucking fine. I'm stuck on a desert island with a girl who hates me, without anywhere good to sleep and with hardly any food. I'm fucking great. Thanks for asking," I said winking at her sarcastically. She did piss me off sometimes, and I wasn't in the mood for it right now. I wanted to scream, to get away, to be alone.
"I'm going for a walk. Alone. I'll be back later," I said.
"Fine," She said looking at her bare feet. I walked away down the beach, trying to leave everything behind, knowing full well it would still be there when I came back.
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Why did everything in my damn life have to be so complicated? First it was Harry that I was trying to get over, then Draco, then Blaise, now Draco again. What the hell was my problem? I'm so stupid, always letting the wrong fucking guys get in the way. I watched Draco walk down the beach, trying to get my feelings for him to go away. But, whatever I tried never seemed to work. I wish that I had enough courage to run down that beach and grab him, but I don't. I have so many flaws, but no one really gets to see them. I always put on a smile and held my head high so many times when all I wanted to do was brake down and cry. I thought about all of the anger that had built up from years of being made fun of for being smart, for being left out, for not being wanted for so long. No one in Hogwarts appreciated me or truly cared about me. Harry and Ron care only about themselves and the number of girls they could get in a month. I just have one wish. One damn wish. To find a guy who loves me for me; accepts that I have flaws and love me just the same.
But, I doubt that will happen. Draco hates me now, and its all my fault. I ran away, just like I did so many times before. I run away from everything, all the problems, all the anger; everything. I never face it. I dug some more at my coconut and tears started to form. I couldn't remember the last time I cried. Oh yes, I do now. It was when Harry finally noticed me after I had changed. The only reason he wanted me then was because of my looks. It wasn't because I was the girl for him, or because I had such a great personality, I was just another pretty face to him, just another girl, just another piece of ass for him to get. Maybe I should give up. I felt so worthless, so unappreciated, so misunderstood. There was no one on this planet who gave a damn about my opinions, my thoughts, my entire being. No one cares at all. I'm so alone in this world that it scares me. Maybe I should just run into that ocean and fade away into the water. No one would miss me anyway.....
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I hope you liked this chapter. Hermione? Suicidal? Who knew. Well I did. Hehe *does evil laugh* Well please do review for this and I'll get another chapter out as fast as possible. But that's only if you do review. ;) All you have to do is click the little button...... xoxo, Tinkerbelle