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Chapter Seven

Hermione sat down, not bothering to serve herself anything. She wasn't hungry, and she didn't really feel like going to puke it all up in the bathroom like she's been doing since you-know-what happened. She merely sighed and had a small glass of orange juice and then grabbed her bag and left. She hadn't seen any sign of Harry, but that was relieving because she didn't want to quarrel with him at all today. But a re-run of yesterday suddenly flashed in her mind and she realized that that wish was likely to be refused, because she had detention that night with him and Snape. Oh, joy.

But she decided not to worry about that at the moment. She merely picked up her pace to DADA, anxious. She wanted so bad to hit Harry with one of the Unforgivable Curses. It was a horrible thought, but he had made her so mad in the last few days, even though he really hadn't done anything at all, but she was angry, and she needed and badly wanted to take it out on him. Mean, angry, and yes; terribly hard on someone who had done almost nothing, even when using magic, but at the moment she cared about nothing except the satisfying look of hatred, pain, anger and shock on his face for when she hit him. Ah, the comfort.

But then she thought of Ron. Somehow he had just slipped into her mind and stayed there, though barely noticed, until her plans of hurting the Harry Potter had stopped for the moment, and then he decided just to sneak up on her like he did when he was...Well, it didn't matter. Not anymore. She merely pushed him into the back of her mind, and ignored the cries of frustration he left within her. He could wait. She couldn't. Wouldn't.

Entering the room quietly, she hurried to her seat and sat down, waiting, wanting, needing.

"Hurry up," she mumbled. "Hurry...up..."

"Well, well, well. I guess the little mudblood finally spoke her mind. Hm, I was going as fast as I could..." A cold voice said. She didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"Shut up. It wasn't directed at you, or any other of your ugly, crude, and disgusting goons," Hermione said nastily. "So I would suggest you kept your mouth shut, you foul, loathsome, pig."

"Hm, not so nice today, are we? PMSing?" He said, a smirk evident in his tone.

Hermione ignored him, but the word YES flashed a million and one times in her head. She heard him snicker and walk off. She had a feeling he too knew the answer.

She simply rolled her eyes, and let them wander over to the door, where bunches of students - Harry included - entered from.

Don't even think about it, Hermione thought as she saw him search for a seat. But since he couldn't read her thoughts, or just didn't want to, he came over and slid in beside her anyway.

Hermione kept a growl suppressed in her throat.

He did turn towards her though, and opened his mouth...

"Shut it," she said flatly, and directed her attention to the front of the room. Hopefully their professor would be there soon. Her leg was twitching and she was uncontrollably hot, and she was getting horribly impatient. What a great combination. Haha. Not.

She knew Harry wanted desperately to say something - anything - to her to break the very thick layer of ice between them, but she knew that it would take a whole lot of words and 'I'm sorrys' to even make her consider changing her mind about the whole thing.

And the funny thing was that she almost wanted him to apologize so this whole thing was one thing off her mind and she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore or plot against him, using the DADA classes as inspiration.

Almost.

And anyway, he wouldn't even mean it, and she would believe him for the first two seconds until it dawned on her, and he would laugh and never let her live it down. But that didn't matter because she didn't want him to go through all that trouble just to see her angry.

And she already was, anyway.

A door opened and slammed. Hermione let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

What a relief.

"Alright," Professor Ludwig said as she entered the classroom. "Put away your books and take out your wands. We will learn a new spell today."

The students exchanged glances and smirks, especially those on the Malfoy side. Hermione turned away from their snickers with a role of her eyes, and turned her attention back to the front of the room, whipping out her wand.

"Now, the incantation we are going to try will be a simple, effective one that will put the victim selected in so much agony they will feel not a thing, but drop down and be knocked out for a few minutes enough for you to get away in safety. But the spell doesn't always work like it should, so there will be some complications." Ludwig raised her wand and with a few swift movements, pushed the desks aside; students and all.

"Get up, and come close," she instructed. The students obeyed.

"Alright, now the incantation itself is easy. Wands out."

Wands were out.

"Repeat after me: Numora Agos!"

A chorus of Numora Agoses were heard around the room.

"Good. Get into pairs. By the way, the movement is like drawing a seven in the air, just flick when you reach the point on the bottom. Go!"

Hermione looked around wildly for Harry. He was just standing there, but his eyes were on her. She pointed her wand at him. He seemed to get it, and pointed his at her too.

"Ready?" he asked hotly.

"Didn't even have to ask, " she replied smoothly. "Numora Agos!"

Harry didn't even try to defend himself. As soon as the purple beam shot out from her wand, there was no hope for him. He was down. Hermione smirked and enjoyed the look if terror and pain on his face as it hit him in the chest, and the clatter of his glasses and wand as they hit the cold, hard stone floor.

"Easy," Hermione said out loud. Ludwig rushed over and gave Harry a glance and then turned to Hermione.

"Good work, Granger. Though, I don't think you said the words angry enough. He's waking now."

And she was right. Hermione looked fearfully at his stirring body, and shut her eyes tight, not even hearing the cry of a spell hitting her, or the flash of pain that was so cruel and evil, the breath was squeezed out of her and she immediately saw black. She stumbled and fell, not caring of she ever woke again.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

"Hermione? Hermione?" A deep voice was saying. She let out a moan as she used her elbows to push herself off the floor.

"What?" She snapped, apparently not caring how nice that voice had been to her. She didn't care about nice voices. She wanted an answer as to why she was laying on the floor, apparently knocked out cold a few minutes before.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I bloody look it?" She said nastily.

There was silence. But she didn't even care anymore. Rushing out of the room, and on the verge of tears, she completely ignored the voice that was calling her back, knowing it was Harry.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

That night, even more so than all the others, she wanted to eat. Not throw it back up, but eat. She was almost proud of herself for it, a smirk playing about her lips, until Harry spoke to her.

"Hermione..."

"Screw it, Harry. I don't appreciate your company and I would appreciate it if you went on about your meal instead of talk to me about dumb things that don't need discussing," Hermione said in one breath. She turned and looked down at her food.

Suddenly she wasn't feeling so hungry anymore.

AN- Thank you to Emily (Broken Lies 101), one of my Best friends for posting this for me, my computer is being gay and wouldn't let me go on So thank you for sticking with the story through my long wait. So I think you shoudl read one of her stories as a thank you and to review.

P.S. She wrote that.