Forever yours : Chapter 2: Sweet Misery
Disclaimer: Yadda, Yadda.. I don't own Harry Potter. Jeez! Rub it in my face, why don't you?
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Hermione continued running down the empty corridor. But this time Ron didn't go after her, which hurt her even more. She found an empty classroom and quickly ran inside, sat on the ground and again allowed the tears to just roll down her cheeks. She just wanted to be alone. This was all Ron's fault. All because of him.
Silently she wept her heart out, but never noticed what was going on.
A few minutes later at that same time, Draco Malfoy was strolling about in the corridors until he came upon a door that was obviously occupied by someone, but left ajar.
His silver-grey eyes immediately darted over to the small figure in the corner with her bushy head buried in her knees.
What the hell?..
Draco thought to himself.
Curiosity had obviously gotten the better of him. He couldn't help but cautiously open the door wide enough for him to enter, and then close it behind him. He had a smirk plastered on his face that stretched out ear to ear. He tried to put on a straight face and confront Hermione.
"What happened, Granger?" He asked and sat down in a desk in front of her. He found an odd glass orb sitting on the desk and began tossing it in the air, and then catching it again.
She ignored him. She hoped that if she would ignore him, he would get bored and just go away.
"Was it something ickle Weasel did? Did he cheat on you, Granger?" Malfoy said but instantly noticed he was not getting a response from her.
She flinched a bit. Either he was being the thick-headed bigot that he really was, and had no clue that Ron had in fact, cheated on her. Or, everyone in the entire school knew by now.
"Was it with Potter? Stupid Saint Potter.. Yeah, Weasley cheated on you with Pothead. That's it, isn't it?" Draco put on a triumphant smirk.
Hermione finally gave up and lift her head to give him an evil glare.
"Leave.. Me.. Alone.." She warned him through gritted teeth.
A forbidding feeling came over him, as his smirk instantly vanished.
"Right.." He cleared his throat loudly and started to fumble over the orb he was playing catch with.
"I'm just so curious, Granger.." He began. "What made the Golden Girl break down and cry?" He stopped and watched her at once.
Golden Girl was just another thing people called her, among others. Hermione was the 'Golden Girl'. The perfect student. She was perfect in every single, sickening way. Or so, that's what they would all say.
Hermione really did hate cursing, but it was simply called for.
"Fuck off, Ferret.." She said loudly.
Draco was a bit taken a back, and with his hands he straightened his robes out.
"Well," he scoffed sarcastically. "Excuse me, for trying to help you.."
"Help me? What the hell do you think I am? Daft or something?" She replied.
There was a small moment of silence then. Draco decided it was time to break it.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I do have better things than watch a mudblood cry."
And with that, he lifted himself off the desk and walked towards the exit, slamming the door hard behind him.
"Have you seen Hermione?" A very worried Ron asked Harry. They were in Transfiguration now, and Ron hadn't seen Hermione since yesterday.
"Nope.." Harry replied honestly. "Not since yesterday, anyway.."
"Yeah, I think I know that. Thanks.." Ron responded back with a scoff.
Harry ignored him. He knew it really wasn't him Ron was really angry at.
Hermione finally came in through the door, two minutes before class was about to start. She walked very swiftly and quickly to her seat. She didn't sit next to Ron, which was her usual seat. Instead, she walked almost automatically and sat down next to Harry.
"Erm.." Harry stuttered.
"Hi.." Hermione said softly, but not meeting his gaze.
"Hermione, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah, sure. I'm fine."
Harry watched as she took out her books and quills out of her rucksack with such sharpness and anger.
Hermione is like a sister to him, he cares deeply for her and would defend her always. He knew Ron loved her very much in return, and would never purposely try to hurt her. He also knew about Lavender, how jealous she was and could even sometimes sense something about her. Everyone knew Lavender, the reigning gossip queen at Hogwarts, had a thing for Ron. Maybe it was just physical attraction, but there was something.
"Oh, you're meddling in hot water, Lavender.." Pavarti Patil reminded Lavender upstairs in the girls dormitory.
"You know, you're going to jinx it for me if you don't shut up." Lavender Brown retorted as she brushed her silky smooth long blond hair in front of the bedroom mirror.
Lavender Brown was a pretty girl at her last year at Hogwarts. She looked all but sweet and honey on the outside, with a flawless body and skin. Her shiny long golden blond hair was her best feature. All of these things were true, but she undoubtedly had the personality of bitter tart. Her bark, really was, worse than her bite.
"Anyways, nothing can go wrong, really. She'll be away, but it'll give me just enough time to erm.. Change his mind." She flashed a truly evil smirk towards Pavarti.
"But everyone knows he's in love with Hermione since.. Well, maybe even their first year."
"Bollocks. With that bushy head of hers? Right, I'll bet. I dunno, Pavarti.. I'm having a really good feeling about this."
Maybe Lavender really did plan the whole thing.
Harry thought. In fact, Ginny did warn him about this. She knew those girls were up to no good when they left the common room that night. But whatever happened yesterday, was between Ron and Lavender.
Class later began, and as much as Ron attempted to send notes to her, Hermione simply refused to read them. Every time a piece of parchment cleverly folded up as a bird and enchanted to fly headed her way, she would simply whip out the old wand and set it to fire as she would whisper "Incendio."
There's no denying he had hurt her real bad. But everyone watched as his last attempt to reach her failed when she yet again, set the last letter crumbling down in ashes.
"Fine.." Ron grumbled angrily when he exited the classroom later on that day.
"If she doesn't want to speak to me, fine. She'll come around.. I know she will." He exited through a side staircase, dragging Harry along with him.
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"I know I made a mistake.." Hermione confessed to Ginny as they walked together to the Gryffindor tower.
"I should have heard him out, but I was just so mad that I didn't give him a chance."
"Well, I really don't blame you. I would have done the same exact thing. Even bat bogey hex him.." Ginny giggled at her own remark.
"I'm sure he's still whiling to talk things over."
"Look, Ron. I'm really sorry of all the trouble I've caused. I didn't mean for all of this to blow out of proportion." Lavender walked closer to him. She was too close. Terribly close.
"Yeah, whatever. Sure." Ron replied attempting to get away, but Lavender grabbed his arm.
"No, really I am." She put on her best sympathetic face, but it was obviously not working.
"You did all this. You think I'm going to forgive you? You think I didn't know what you where" Lavender cut him off as she kissed him, but he pulled away too late.
"Oh, you're never going to do it again, eh? You're sorry, you said.." A familiar voice boomed into the room.
"Oh for Merlin's sake! God damn you, Lavender!" Ron irately shouted at the ceiling, frantically waving his arms around.
"I can't fucking believe this. Again!" He shouted loudly.
"I hope you choke and die and rot in hell, Ronald Weasley." Hermione replied as she ran up the staircase, ignoring the tear stinging in her eye.
"You know, this is just perfect." Ginny exclaimed as she let go of her rucksack and watched as it fell to the floor.
"She was just coming over here to forgive you too, until we caught you kissing that bitch."
Ron let out a frustrated sigh and left the common room out the portrait hole.
Lavender innocently shrugged at Ginny.
Author's Note:
Okay, Second chapter finished. I know, I know.. Some people may think Hermione is overreacting. And it may even be a tad boring for you all, but remember.. This is a mistake Hermione realises later on. Hermione is an extremely emotional and sensitive person. She takes things too seriously, and may blow them out of proportion. There was.. A bit of foreshadowing, I think? It was just a tiny small hint.
Hmm. I'm writing the next chapter as we speak. Can't stop writing now, I'm on a roll. Please PLEASE PLEASE review. Thank you
