The Prophecy of Love Chapter 5: Living in Hell, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter 5: Living in Hell

Hermione –

I woke up to the pounding on my bedroom door and someone shouting my name with fury. "WAKE UP GRANGER!" Groaning and mumbling with high annoyance I looked over at my digital clock that was currently running by magic. It read 1:16am.

"Who is it!" I yelled, still un-able to know what was going on. All I knew was that I wanted to go back to bed, but the pounding on my door never ceased. Throwing the covers off of me, I walked over to the door, opened it a crack and shrieked. I tried to push the door shut, only to have the door pushed open which caused me to stumble backwards onto my bed. "What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked grudgingly. What on earth could he possibly need at this hour?

He looked very angry about something. What did I do this time? But then I found out…

"You stupid, stupid Mudblood! You left me to do our detention all by myself! Do you know what that shit hole Filch made me do! He made me clean out the owlery! WITHOUT MAGIC! You are SO going to pay Gra-"but I cut him off.

"Shut up, Malfoy! God how SO awful! You had to clean the owlery. You had to actually work for once in your life." I said sarcastically. "I'm sorry I forgot ok? But don't you dare raise your voice at me like that again, or I will make sure I hex you to oblivion!" with that said, I pushed him roughly from my room and slammed the door shut, sealing it with a locking charm.

Huffing, I walked back over to my bed, collapsed on it, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. How could I forget the detention? I probably lost Gryffindor more points AND received a make-up detention with someone horrid like Snape. I cringed at the thought and closed my eyes with irritation. Damnit! How DID I forget? It's not like me to forget crap like that. I guess my eruption in the Great Hall towards Harry and Ron made it slip from my mind.

Oh, and Ginny! I laughed. Of course I forgot when I saw her. But it will all be alright. I'll have a make-up detention and it will be done. That means one night less that I'll have to put up with Malfoy's ego.

Sighing with raw satisfaction I got back under the covers to try and get some more sleep. Even though it would be sorted out, in the back of my mind part of me could care less, but the other part was screaming at me for being too forgetful. 'Just like Neville…' my mind spoke up horribly. I gasped and shook my head. Although he was a great friend and all it was a given at how forgetful and dense he was sometimes. If were like him I'd probably drop out of school! I screamed a muffled scream. How could I think that way? He was my friend!

Huffing with frustration, I turned over and threw the covers over my head to try and get some more sleep. Breathing slowly I began to drift into my uneasy dreamland with dreams plagued with visions of Snape, who really turned out to be Neville telling me how stupid I was and that I should try a different school.

Draco –

After dinner I realized I was late for detention. How could I have forgotten? When I almost made it to Filch's office I realized that Hermione was no where to be seen. 'She better be here…' I thought grudgingly as I knocked curtly on the door.

"Come in!" Barked Filch. I strode in looking smug as usual and waited for him to speak. "Granger isn't here. We have to wait." He said, not looking in my direction. Rolling my eyes I went and sat down on an old, smelly and clawed up couch on the east wall. I hated sitting on something so filthy, but I didn't feel like standing.

We waited for almost 45 minutes with Mrs. Norris staring at me the whole time until Filch rose from his seat abruptly and pointed out the door. "Go clean the owlery, Malfoy, and no magic!" I looked at him like he had grown an extra head. "But Granger isn't here! You don't expect me to clean that whole place without her do you!" I asked incredulously.

He gave me a 'deal with it' look and pointed to the door again. "She's not showing Mr. Malfoy. But don't worry; I'll make sure she pays her due." He cackled.

Although I'm glad to have the stupid Mudblood in Filch's hands, I couldn't help but think he was extremely creepy. I left as quickly as possible and took my time getting to the owlery. Why rush? I have to clean the whole fucking thing by myself! The nerve of her! How dare she forget! Stupid Mudblood bitch…

Finally I was done. After six hours of sweat, dirt, grime and shit (literally), I was done. But I was also livid. As I approached the Head's common room portrait I ran the last few steps, busted into the room, up the stairs and pounded on her door. "WAKE UP GRANGER!" I continued to pound, knowing damn well she heard me. It took her a few seconds and she had the audacity to shout, "Who is it!"

Then I heard her walk across the room, open the door, shriek and try to slam the door shut. Ohhhh no! She wasn't getting away that easily. I pushed the door open, making her stumble and fall onto her bed.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked. This made me even angrier, if that was even possible.

"Shut up, Malfoy! God how SO awful! You had to clean the owlery. You had to actually work for once in your life." She spat at me sarcastically. "I'm sorry I forgot ok? But don't you dare raise your voice at me like that again, or I will make sure I hex you to oblivion!" before I could retort or hex her with millions of zits or an extra head that looked like a moose, she pushed me out of her room and sealed it with a charm.

I came to a halt right outside my door way. Looking back over to her room I thought, 'Did she just apologize to me?' Shaking my head I went into my room and collapsed on the bed, not even having enough energy to change clothes. And it was all Granger's fault…

"Stupid bitch…"

Hermione –

I woke up at 7:00am with the sun pouring into my window and splashing on my face. Remembering what today was going to bring, I leapt up out of my bed and did a little dance. For days I've been withering away, but not today. Today I was going to be happy!

Grabbing my towel I went to the bathroom to find it empty. Walking over to Malfoy's door, I stood in front of it and knocked. No answer. Smiling I walked back over to where the bathroom was and once inside I turned on the shower, stepped out of my sleeping pants and throwing off my night gown, I stepped into the shower and relaxed to the hot water beating down on my skin.

I sighed with happiness and pure bliss. I've always loved the feel of a hot shower in the morning. It's refreshing, addictive and makes me never want to turn the water off.

After I washed my hair with my plum and lavender shampoo, washed my body off with the matching soap, I spent another 5 minutes just standing under the hot spray, savoring every minute of it. I was completely spacing out until – "C'mon Granger, you've spent over thirty minutes in there! Hurry the hell up!" Rolling my eyes I turned off the water, wrapped the towel around my body and opened the door.

I looked up a few inches only to find a very grumpy and pissed off Malfoy. But his expression changes quicker then you could blink. It went from pissed to totally surprised.

He stood there stunned for a moment and then regained his composure. Covering his eyes he threw a disgusted look at me. "God, Granger! Nobody wants to see that!" he snarled. At once I was hurt. Despite my overly fluffy hair I thought I looked pretty good. "Well I didn't bring my clothes! I thought you left already so I figured I could take a leisurely shower! So shut the hell up and fucking sue me!" I retorted, feeling very angry and very hurt.

Pushing my way past Malfoy before he could answer, (I seem to be doing a lot of that don't I?) I strode over to my bedroom door, walked inside and shut it. Man, living with Malfoy is just like living in hell! Who ever marries the bastard I seriously feel sorry for her. Unless it's Pansy; then I'd laugh.

After our brief encounter with my wearing nothing but a towel I was surprised to find I wasn't embarrassed at all. I mean it was just Malfoy and he'd rather see me dead then almost naked. I laughed at the thought. Most guys would kill to see a girl naked, but Malfoy would prefer to eat dragon dung. Hilarious!

Once I had gotten dressed I looked at my clock. It read 7:45am. I still had an hour and forty-five minutes until class started. Smiling to myself, I walked out my room to hear the shower running in the bathroom. Shaking my head, I grabbed my book bag and headed towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

Draco –

My God! How long had she been in there! Striding over to the bathroom I began pounding on the door. "C'mon Granger, you've spent over thirty minutes in there! Hurry the hell up!" It took her a second to shut the water off and get to the door. When she opened it I was highly pissed off until I saw she was only wearing a towel from her chest to the mid of her thighs.

'Damn…' I thought as I quickly took her all in. And then, as quickly as I could so she wouldn't get suspicious, I gave her a disgusted look and covered my eyes. "God, Granger! Nobody wants to see that!" Uncovering them, I looked at her and then she began telling me off: "Well I didn't bring my clothes! I thought you left already so I figured I could take a leisurely shower! So shut the hell up and fucking sue me!"

But before I could retort she, once again, pushed her way passed me and went into her room, slamming the door behind her. How dare she! I am a Malfoy, and no matter how much I hate my father, I still deserve respect! I am above her and she has no right to push me around like some little toy. Glaring daggers at her door, I figured I'd leave it alone for now and go ahead and take my shower. 'Was I becoming soft?'

I shook my head and scowled. This is just not my week. I swear I hate her. I thought living with the Mudblood would be bad, yes, but living with Granger is like living in bloody hell!

Once my shower was taken, I walked down to the Great Hall. It was already 8:40am and I had forty minutes until my first class was to begin. Sitting in my usual seat in between Parkinson and Goyle I inwardly groaned and put on a scowl as Parkinson began telling me the latest gossip. The 'juiciest' was from this morning. Supposedly that pathetic weasel breath asked out Granger 30 minutes ago. Nobody knew what she had responded as the 'source', Parkinson had said, didn't stay long enough to find out. Who the 'source' was I never found out, but I imagined it was given to Parkinson by someone from Ravenclaw, who found out from a Gryffindor. We don't associate with Hufflepuffs.

I laughed inwardly at this. I'm surprised they weren't going out before today. Its seventh year and it was so bloody obvious that he liked her since our second year! After pondering it for a few minutes I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. Nausea I bet. Shaking my head I began to eat what I could of my breakfast. Damnit! This whole Weasley/Granger thing is making me sick to my stomach!

But deep down in the depths of my mind I couldn't help shake a weird feeling I've never had before. I just couldn't put my finger on it…

Hermione –

The rumors were everywhere. I couldn't get away from them! All of the 'girly girls' I liked to call them, would throw me looks and giggle. I rolled my eyes and headed towards my first class: Defense Against the Dark Arts. This now became my least favorite class, and I'd only been there once since school started!

When I walked in I was once more the raw meat in a pack of wild animals. Every eye was on me and I hated it. Why were they acting like this? All Ron did was ask me out! Sighing, I took my seat and began to think about earlier.

- Flash back -

As soon as I had stepped foot out of the Heads' common room Ron approached me looking extremely pleased yet nervous. "H-hey, Hermione…" he had stuttered. I had taken an extra long blink then as I had to have a chance to roll my eyes. It was so obvious!

"Hey Ron," I greeted back, although I still felt slightly bitter towards him and Harry for ignoring me, as I began walking toward the stairs. "Can I talk to you?" he asked while looking at his feet. I stopped and turned to him. Pretending not to realize what was going on I said, "Sure, what's up?"

Sighing, he looked in my eyes. "I'm sorry Harry and I ignored you." He said. I was very surprised. Usually it was Harry who apologized first, not the other way around. I waved it off with my hand, suddenly feeling impatient. "Don't worry about it. Is that all? I'm rather hungry."

He shook his head and put his hand on my arm as I started walking again. "No…" he started and shuffled his weight from foot to foot. "I-I was a-actually wonder if you w-would like to…gowoutwimme?" Wow, I'm surprised he didn't screw up the whole sentence...I laughed to myself.

It took me a few seconds and the whole time he never looked back up at me. He's really insecure. Only then did I not know that someone was listening to everything that was being said. If knew that then, then I would have ignored him completely. But then again I probably would have been called a bitch. It was a lose lose situation because now I was being talked about for being 'asked out'. I'm Hermione Granger and whenever a guy was in my life like that (Although Viktor was the only guy in my life EVER), I was talked about and made fun of. It was so damn depressing I wanted to shoot myself sometimes.

"Well, Ron, I'm really sorry and all, but…I don't like you like that." I said as gently as I could. He was my best friend and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Oh," he muttered but then looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "That's alright, I understand." I smiled back and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry, Ron." He shook his head. "Don't apologize, its ok." With both of us smiling, although Ron looking a bit down, we entered the Great Hall for me to find a few people looking at me and whispering. Why all the drama? Its ridicules!

Shaking my head I found the way to my seat and sat down. Harry smiled at me and I smiled back. He then looked at Ron. I assumed they were talking with their eyes because Ron shook his head and Harry gave him a small pat on the arm.

The rest of breakfast was uneventful unless you count all the people that were obviously talking about me. How did they find out so quickly? That's when I looked over at Lavender and Parvati. They winked at me and then I knew. Stupid gossipers! Goodness…

That's when I found myself looking over at the Slytherin table to find Malfoy missing. 'He's probably still doing his hair…' I thought as a few people were still getting to breakfast. I looked at my watch. 8:36! "Guys we better go," I said to them only to find them still eating. Rolling my eyes I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder. "See you guys there then?" and they nodded. Stepping on the other side of the bench, I straightened my robes and skirt. Tucking the hair behind my ears I made my way out of the Hall, ready to start the day.

- End Flashback –

And here I am, in my least favorite class ever. And just because of the stupid teacher! I sighed and waited for Professor Young to arrive.

Draco –

Taking my usual seat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, I noticed a certain bushy headed Gryffindor already in her seat. Surprisingly she was more towards the back the instead of her usual front row seat.

Feeling the urge to get back at her for making me serve our detention alone I smirked and said rather loudly, "Hey Granger! When are you and Weaselbee getting married? You're not inviting me to the wedding are you? Merlin knows there would be enough filth there to infest the whole world!" Crabbe and Goyle cackled in the background and Pansy hooted with laughter.

Smirking, I noticed how she became very stiff as she tried to hold back Ron, who was now trying to cross to the Slytherin's side of the room and pound me to a bloody pulp. I laughed and pointed at them.

"What's wrong, Weasley? Can't even fend for yourself and tell your old lady to back off?" I taunted as Hermione was still holding all of him back. Damn, she's pretty strong for a Mudblood…

After she had calmed Weasley down, who was now glaring in my direction, she whispered a few words to Harry and Ron and then got up from her table and walked over to my desk, put her face right in mine and shouted, really, really loudly, "SHUT UP!" and went back to sit down right as the teacher came in to look at Granger, who was fuming. She was fuming? Ha! While her little friends tried to hold back sniggers, I kept shooting a look of disgust and hatred to the side of her head. I knew she could feel my gaze on her and she turned to give me a smirk that rivaled my own.

All of a sudden I felt like I wanted to stare at her forever, her and her smirk. What! What was I thinking! It's Mudblood Granger! Nobody special! Just Granger!

Shaking my head after she turned to find the desk really fascinating (after the DADA class yesterday she never looked at him again), I opened my book to the page that was written on the board, and thus we began to learn the consequences of using the Killing Curse and how to defend you against it. Didn't we learn this in our fourth year?

Rolling my eyes, I turned to look at Granger. She was doodling on a piece of parchment. I snorted to myself. She knew everything the teachers knew, why does she bother coming to class?

I sighed and rested my chin in my palm, staring out into space and trying to get the stupid Mudblood out of my head.

Hermione –

As I continued to wait for Mr. Creepy to arrive (yes I had given him his own name) I could sense that Malfoy and his crew just walked in. They took up ego and a lot of breathing space when they were in the same room as you; you just knew when you were in the same room with them. It was suffocating.

As expected, he started to taunt Ron and me about the rumors. He insulted us by telling us that our wedding would be so dirty that it would infest the world. Figures…

God, what had Mrs. Weasley been feeding Ron? He was stronger then before, but I still held him back. I was glad I worked out all summer or I wouldn't have been able to. That's how I vent my frustrations and pain by the way; I work out.

Then he shouted another insult, this one at Ron. He fought harder, but I was able to force him back in his seat so he could cool off. After I said "Chill, Ron" and "Keep him back, Harry" I got up from my desk, went over to Malfoy's and said, "SHUT UP!"

I got right in his face, too. I never should have though. When I did I could smell his cologne and I found myself wanting to bury my head in his chest to breathe all of him in. EWWWW! That's Malfoy! I must be going mental! Maybe I need to be admitted into St. Mungo's…

He never had a chance to scream back at me, (I was glad too, because everyone was watching us, but I found I didn't care.) Mr. Creepy walked in just as I sank back into my seat. As I assumed, he, once again, found me very interesting because he kept staring at me. Freak! This is only the second class of the year and I wish I could shrivel up and die in my chair so nobody could look at me. I mean what was his problem!

Trying not to meet his eyes, I began to find my desk very interesting and after he had started the lesson I started doodling, as the lesson was pretty much a review of our fourth year, and as I started to draw a little puppy I began to think of someone I shouldn't have…

The rest of classes went by as usual. I tried to avoid Malfoy like the plague because I knew I had pissed him off. You just don't get in his face (literally) and not get away with it. I knew I would regret it, but it felt really good. Not as good as it did when I slapped him in our third year, but it felt good all the same.

It was now dinner time and Ginny finished early, so she could get everything prepared for later. Giving me a wink she leapt from her seat, said something about "Charms Homework" and ran out of the Hall.

I smiled down at my plate, trying to calm my nerves. I was going to change tonight Ginny had said I would look 100 times hotter and that I could keep some of her make-up. She also said that she'd teach me how to use it. Since I've always been plain Jane, I only wore make-up for the Yule Ball and I had Ginny's help then, too.

Just then, while I was debating on whether or not to get up, the person I wanted to see the least came over to the Gryffindor table. I looked up at him and stared him in the eye. That's when I got a strange feeling swell up in my chest. Merlin…Those eyes…

I shook my head slightly and scowled. "What ever insult you are going to throw at me, you better forget it, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood." I said, sticking my nose up in the air. He rolled his eyes and shoved a piece of paper in my hand. "It's from Filch; our detention as been cancelled because Peeves wrecked his office. Peeves also scared that stupid cat, Mrs. Norris up in Trelawney's Tower and she's having a fit. So do yourself a favor and get over yourself, Mudblood." He spat and turned on his heel, his black robes billowing behind him very 'Snape-like'.

I rolled my eyes and read the letter:

Trouble-Makers,

No detention tonight. Peeves wrecked my damn office and scared my sweet, precious Mrs. Norris up in that old bat's tower. Detention will start again on Monday at 8pm. DO NOT BE LATE! If you are, I might get out my old chains and hang you from the ceiling.

A.F.

I shook my head at the letter and stuffed it in my bag. Amazing! Nobody even noticed Malfoy came over to our table…

Sighing, I got up from my seat. Now they notice…"'Mione, where are you going?" asked Ron. "I'm not really feeling well, so I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright?" they nodded and I stepped over the wooden bench and worked my way up to the Hall doors, trying to swing my hips a little as I did. I laughed inwardly at myself. 'I certainly am changing…' I thought to myself as I was very un-aware of the pair of silvery blue eyes that were watching every move I made…

Although I am not a familiar face to change, I think it is safe to say that a new life is to begin.

A/N: Ok…So…I had originally decided that this chapter would have Hermione's make-over and stuff in it, but I got all the way to page 9 on Microsoft Word and realized I hadn't even started it! Haha…soo I am going to have it in the next chapter. Keep in mind that I have up to chapter 13 planned out in my head and the summary of it all written out on paper, so this fic will last a while and it will have a definite plot. It's not going to be clichéd so have no fear. READ AND REVIEW!