Authors Quick Note: Yeah, I know my grammar probably sucks, but oh well. My beta will edit my work when she is available to. Anyway, what did y'all think of that last chapter? Did you enjoy it? I hope you did, and if you liked it… or even just read it, please review!
Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to my dear friend Kerry! Who is also my Beta! She is really cool and really pretty! –smile-
Chapter Three – Misunderstandings and Death Eaters
Hermione's eyes opened slowly, as she had no recollection of what had previously happened. "Wha-?" she said drowsily, trying to sit up.
"Here," some one said shoving a pillow gently behind her back.
"Thanks," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Blaise, what am I? What are you doing-" Hermione was cut off by Harry and Ron bustling their way up to her bed.
"Mione," Ron puffed.
"We were so worried about you," Harry said, subconsciously claiming her right hand in his own larger one.
"What the hell did you do to her Death Eater?" Ron snarled angrily at Blaise who stood motionless. Hermione slapped her left hand to her forehead in frustration. 'Great, not this again,' she thought getting annoyed at the situation at hand.
"Ronald…leave him al-"
"Shut up Hermione!" Ron yelled as his face was redder than a ripe beetroot.
Hermione's eyes instantly filled with tears, in the last 6 years of being friends, never one had he raised his voice at her like that. "You, Death Eater, the lake midnight," that was all he said before departing the infirmary with a glint of malice in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Mione; I haven't a clue why he acted this way. He isn't being himself at all," Harry said glumly, noticing his friend's saddened expression.
"Mon Cheri, I shall see you again later ok?" Blaise said, winking to her. "Potter," he nodded at Harry before leaving the infirmary smiling to himself.
"Hermione don't you think seeing as though I am not going to bite your head off you could at least explain to me what's going on. I mean, becoming friends with a Slytherin. Fainting after potions?" He said, squeezing her hand lightly and giving her an encouraging look.
"Okay, well it all started on the train when Lavender accused me of dressing like a slut to get more boys' attention. So I ran out of the compartment and I ran smack into Blaise Zabini who took my arm and pulled me into an empty compartment. I mean, he sat there listening to me as I told him why I was crying and he was so nice to me," she spoke, smiling at the thought of the first time she noticed how cute he was, "and he actually saw me, like he didn't pretend to just be nice to me, he made an attempt to see if I was okay, something not many people do anymore. In that short time he was with me, I felt…wanted."
She looked away from Harry as a tear rolled gently down her cheek.
"Hermione, I listen to you, I attempt to see if you're okay, I like you for who you are," Harry said, feeling as if he had let down his best friend.
"It's different though, I mean you and Ron are always talking to Ron and I feel as though the only real time you boys talk to me is if you want something from me," she choked out, letting her tears fall freely now.
Harry moved up to sit on the edge of her bed and wiped away her tears before pulling her into his warm embrace where she sobbed continuously. "Hermione, Ron and I love you for you. We like you for who you are, now what you know," he sighed, rubbing her back, almost being drawn to let tears fall himself. "Without you I'd be nothing" he said in almost a whisper before pulling back and bent over to kiss her forehead.
"Thank you Harry, your words mean so much to me," she whispered looking deeply into his bright emerald green eyes.
After a while she continued on with her story, Harry pursing his lips when she got to the part about Malfoy kissing her like that. 'How dare he? That stupid bloody spoilt rich mommy's boy' Harry thought subconsciously gritting his teeth.
"Harry, are you ok?" Hermione asked concerned, placing her small hand on his forearm.
"Oh sorry, yes I'm okay. It's just hard to imagine Malfoy and you…alone like that," he said weakly.
"Miss Granger," the matron said curtly, "you may go seeing as your health is fine. But I'm telling you not to get too stressed ok my dear," she said before looking to Harry, "Now Mr. Potter, it is in Miss Granger's best interest that you make sure she gets a lot of rest and under no circumstances is to be subdued to stress. Am I clear?" she asked scathingly.
"Crystal," Harry said, grinning at the older woman.
By the time they had ventured to the kitchens it seemed that they were already half way through History of Magic so they decided just to go relax in the Gryffindor common room.
They agreed that it was best if they would sit up in the boy's dormitories to avoid uneasy questions sure to arise. "Mione?" Harry asked as she lazily in his arms on his four poster bed.
"Yes Harry, what is it?" she asked stifling a yawn.
"I'm just going to be straight… Do you fancy Zabini?" Hermione sat up abruptly, the question surprising her.
"Um, well I'm actually not sure. He's quite handsome though," she said.
"He has a nice ass," Harry said, blushing when he realized what he had said. Hermione's jaw fell open as she stared at him.
"Since when do you Harry James Potter look at boy's bottoms?" she laughed heartily.
"Since I became bi," he stated flatly.
"Wow, that's great," she smiled.
They sat in silence for a few moments before either of them spoke. "I love you Harry, like a brother," she said, snuggling up to his warmth. "Yes, I love you like a sister also Herms," he said. They talked a bit more before falling asleep in each other's arms s nothing more than friends.
That's exactly where an enraged Ron found them after spending the rest of his classes without his friends. Ron being hot tempered and jealous slammed the door on his way out, causing the two groggy friends to be rudely awoken.
The two sat up after letting their eyes adjust to their surroundings. Moments later after they had shared a smile and smoothed down their robes, the two friends made their way into the common room where they found Ron sitting with his arms crossed. "Her mate, dinner should be on in 5 minutes down at the great hall so let's get going," Harry said feeling ravenous.
"Don't play coy with me, as if you'd want me to go to dinner with you both," he growled angrily. Harry and Hermione looked to one another, giving each other the same confused look.
"Uh, why wouldn't we want you to come to dinner with us? We're not known as the Golden Trio for nothing you know," Hermione said, chuckling slightly before noticing the stoney expression on her friends which made her silence herself.
"YOU FIRSTLY SKIP CLASS THEN YOU COME BACK HERE THINKING NOBODY WILL REALIZE THAT YOU'VE FUCKED EACHOTHER AND THEN YOU COME ABOUT PRETENDING THAT NOTHING HAPPENED. HOW DARE YOU?" he roared at them, gaining everybody in the common room's faces to turn towards them.
Before she knew what she was doing Hermione's hand had flew up and smacked Ron in the face with a sickening CRACK, again she slapped him with another CRACK, leaving him seething with anger as he spat her cruelly. "Stupid fucking dirty mudblood bitch," he spat maliciously. He then turned on Harry, "You, fucking little prick you, getting all the lime light, being so bloody famous coz some bad guy killed your stupid parents. And now of all things you get the girl. Not to mention the grades, you fucking suck ass. If you-know-who didn't kill your parents im sure they would have killed themselves, so they wouldn't have to put up with your bullshit," he shrieked.
Something in Harry snapped as within the blink of an eye had moved over to Ron and grabbed him forcefully around the neck. Even though Ron was taller than Harry, Harry sported more muscle and had a small advantage over his friend. "NEVER EVER INSULT MY PARENTS OKAY OF YOU WILL END UP DEAD, NOT BY VOLDERMORTS HAND BUT BY MINE. I WILL STAND THERE AND WATCH THE LAST DROPS OF BLOOD POUR FROM YOUR BODY AND I SHALL LAUGH," after screaming that out, the whole common room was so quite, you would be able to hear a pin drop. After he had let go of Ron he stormed out his blood boiling at 100 degrees.
Hermione still plastered to the spot, unfroze and advanced angrily on Ron – best friends of 6 years, all of a sudden enemy. "You're a bastard! How could you speak like that?" she coiled, kneeing him hard in the privates then running at full speed out of the common room. By the time Hermione had looked around the corner Harry was out of sight. Gloomily she made her way into the entrance hall, sighing heavily as she plonked herself onto one of the stone steps.
'How could Ron be so cruel like that? It's not in his natural nature' she thought to herself. She heard footsteps behind her and abruptly turned around to see….
A/N: MUAHAHAH Sorry im being cruel… poor you, must live on a cliffy. Lol.
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