Ola you all again! I know its been FOREVER but when you're in grade elven and trying to publish a real novel and have evil English teachers who want to oppress your love of creative writing life gets difficult! I've just been too tired.
Actually I forgot, and when I got a review this morning I totally snapped out of it and was like… Woah.. I need to go back and WRITE THAT BIOTCH GOOD! Here we god again.
In response to: zamanta legados, THANK YOUT THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME OUT OF MY BLOCK. You are my new favorite.
I'm going to be starting a serious fis soon,. I expect ALL of your support. xD
Aha
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Hermione lay fuming on her bed in the girls dorm. Even the cool caress of the velvet against her warm flesh didn't help to sooth her this time. Kate had disappeared. Not in a I just ran away to cry for a bit kind of way. She was gone. The whole castle was in upheaval, searching high and low for one slightly built red headed fifth year, but low and behold, no trace of her.
Hermione wasn't angry in the least at her disappearance, worried yes, but not angry. She was angry because Mercy had taken it upon herself to make sure that everyone in the entire castle thought Hermione had something to do with her disappearance.
She had to admit, it was probably directly related to witnessing her and Harry together in the hot tub, but that is Harry's fault for being a lying sack of shit. Much like every other man in the world. Hermione had only found out hours before that Harry had still been sleeping with Kate when she thought they were long gone. She couldn't keep the images of Harry's thoughts out of her head. Everytime she closed her eyes, visions of Harry and Kate's flesh dancing with sweat as they made love zapped through her mind like post traumatic stress induced delusions.
Or something.
Harry hadn't bothered to find her or explain anything to her. I guess he realized it was a hopeless battle.
Despite all her anger towards him, Hermione couldn't help but blame herself, like all girls do, because we they are so sweet. She should have bowed under her feelings for Harry long ago. Maybe then he wouldn't' have been driven to the bed of another.
Or maybe he was just a back stabbing lying heathen jack ass.
Hermione sat up, trying desperately to think. She couldn't fathom where Kate has gone to, but mind you, neither could anyone else. Something was nagging at the back of her mind. Kate would have gone somewhere were she could think about Harry.
A knock on the door (one that wasn't a scary I wan to kill you knock, at that.) broke Hermione's train of thought.
"Hello?" She called tentively.
Sean opened the door and stepped into the light. Hermione winced a little and brought her knees to her chest, circling her arms around them.
"Hi." She said in a small voice, tucking a strand of stray hair behind and ear and peering up at Sean expecting the worst. Sean lowered himself onto the bed beside her, holding her gaze. Hermione realized, for the first time that his eyes held a kind of murky amber green color.
He nodded to her in greeting and remained, as if pondering, his eyes wandering about the contours of her face. He finally broke the silence. "I would like nothing more than to throw you down on this bed and ravish you right now." He said it completely earnestly too.
Hermione grinned and punched his shoulder, happy to have at least one ally. "I assume you either haven't'' heard about your sister, or you don't care that she is missing."
"Or I know she could take you down any day, so I don't believe rumors."
Hermione smiled lopsidedly. Sean was actually alarmingly good looking if you actually looked. His chest and shoulder muscles were prominent in his loose cotton t-shirt. He had the kind of body girls ogle from a distance.
"Sean." Hermione said, her voice nearly a whisper.
"Hm?" Sean said, curious as to what lay in Hermione's eyes.
"I have to talk to you about Kate and Harry. He… They… I need to tell you about them…" Hermione trailed off lamely.
"They sleep together." Sean finished for her. Hermione peered at him, expecting a flail or two. She nodded.
"I know. I'm not stupid. I think sometimes if I just pretend it doesn't happen, that my best friend isn't slowly torturing my sister, that maybe it will go away. I thought maybe you would make it go away." He shrugged at her. "I guess not."
Hermione didn't bother voicing that she had been alarmingly few short hours before hand. "I'm sorry."
"I always thought Harry might get his act together." Hermione wanted to console Sean, but at the same time she wanted to slap him upside the head to get his mind on things. They had to find Kate, and Hermione had a sneaking suspicion she was at that Christmas hotel.
"Knowing Harry, the chances are slim to none." Hermione shot, grinning like a true winner. "Now let's go find your bloody sister." Sean stuck his tongue out at her and followed her from the dorms down the icy road towards Hogsmeade.
Not funny, I know. I'll get it back soon though.
