Hey you guys….Chapter 13 and it's going to get complicated.

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning, breakfast, the Great Hall

Hey guys.

Hey Herms.

Hey.

What's up? You look kinda down.

Eh. Nothing really.

Oh. Okay.

We're here if you want to talk about it.

Yeah, whatever. Did you talk to Malfoy yet?

Yeah.

AND?

I told him we couldn't be friends anymore.

AND?

He was a bit upset. That's all.

So you guys aren't friends anymore?

No. We're not.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Completely.

Yeah. I guess.

Hey, are you really okay? You look kind of blank and expressionless.

Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit tired.

You sure?

Yes.

Whatever. Anyway, what are we doing for the upcoming Hogsmead trip?

RON! You're so insensitive.

What? She said she was fine, and she's fine. Good. Now let's move on.

Hmph. You could show a bit more concern.

Look, Ron's right. I'm fine. Just move on.

Ha! I told you so!

Whatever. Jerk.

Hey!

You guys. Shut up. So what ARE we doing for the trip?

I don't know.

Have any ideas?

No.

Good grief Hermione!

Sour puss much?

Yeah, what's gotten to you?

Nothing. I'm good. So you were saying…?

Yeah, I have an idea! We could…

I dread this.

Shut up Ron! Just because Hermione's being a party pooper doesn't mean you have to too!

I'm NOT being a party pooper!

Go tell that to someone who believes you.

Thanks, Gin. That just makes me feel a TON better.

Whatever. Hermione, we know you don't feel good.

I FEEL FINE! Now, what are we doing for the Hogsmead trip? I'm intrigued.

What does 'intrigued' mean?

It means you're an idiot.

Really?

No. But you are.

GINNY!

YOU GUYS! Could you be any more ADD?

Add?

Attention deficit disorder, you moron.

Oh. Okay.

Are you guys done babbling?

I think so…unless Ron starts talking again.

Shut up.

Make me!

Why I oughta-

STAY…ON…TOPIC!

Right. As I was saying-before I was so RUDELY interrupted-I was thinking we could go shopping!

-screams and faints-

Uh, Ginny?

Yes?

The point of going to Hogsmead is doing something we ALL enjoy…not just you.

And me! I like shopping!

See? I have an ally!

Whatever. How about…we go our separate ways, and then at three meet each other at the Three Broomsticks. Sound good?

Excellent. We'll have...three hours for shopping.

Sounds like a plan.

So I WON'T have to go shopping?

No.

Thank god! I was worried there for a sec.

Ugh. Like we'd ever want YOUR bad fashion sense clouding up OUR judgment!

Hey! I happen to have EXCELLENT fashion sense!

Yeah? Name one time.

Well, I was at a gift store, and I was wearing my plaid shirt, and this girl walked up to me and said it was cool.

Come on! That was a MUGGLE girl at a MUGGLE gift store! And, she had huge thick glasses like Professor Trelawney and huge bunches of frizzy hair. Talk about NERD.

But-

I do remember the Yule Ball…

That doesn't count! Mum picked that out, and I had nothing else to wear!

Even I had nicer things to wear! You could've gone to the clothes shop in Hogsmead and gotten something!

And have YOU pick something out for me? I'd rather NOT!

At least it would be better than that old mop of dress robes you were wearing!

Um, Ron…Ginny's right. Even if it would be torture picking something out with your sister-or God forbid-ME, if you had, your date might've actually danced with you!

Now what just a damn second here. You went with Krum!

At least HE was a national Quidditch player who actually DANCED that night!

Yeah…all you did was stare at Hermione all night…

You're at fault here too! You stared at Cho Chang all night! Besides, I don't like Hermione anymore.

Gasp! Ron, I thought you were my FRIEND!

You know what I mean! Not in THAT way.

Just like I don't like Cho anymore in THAT WAY. Or at all. She's pretty, but too sensitive.

Exactly! Hermione…you…you…you just like school too much.

Well look who's talking! I was the one who caught you staring at MCGONAGALL last year!

He. Did. Not.

He did.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWW! RON!

She was turning into a cat! How could I not stare?

Uh, no she wasn't. She was transforming her clothes.

I remember that! She turned them into…into a…a…a…

A bikini!

Yeah! That was it!

Ewewewewewewewewewew!

I know. He was totally checking her out.

I was not!

Was so!

Was not!

Was so!

Over at the Slytherin table…

Hey Draco. What's got you down?

Eh. Nothing really.

C'mon Draco. You can tell US. Are you gay?

Ew no!

Well, it would explain why you didn't want a girl.

Yeah. Cuz he wants YOU.

HELP!

NO, I'm NOT gay! Hermione said she didn't want to be my friend.

Tragic. Loss of someone to practice your girl-getting skills on. Ah well. You'll find someone else.

Aw…does Draky-waky want his teddy-weddy?

Shut up Pansy!

He's going through withdrawal.

I am not!

Sure you are! Sadness, denial-it's all there.

Just leave me alone.

He wants to be alone?

Withdrawal.

Withdrawal.

Shut up you guys! I'm not going through withdrawal! If I was I'd be missing Hermione. Her laugh, her hair, her smile…

Withdrawal.

Definitely.

Obviously.

Totally.

Blaise. You're acting like a girl.

Trying to change the subject.

Withdrawal.

Stop it, seriously.

Asking us to stop.

Withdrawal.

I mean it, you guys! Seriously! Stop!

Withdrawal.

Withdrawal.

STOP IT!

Why'd he leave?

I think he wanted us to stop.

I thought he was joking.

Hermione's diary

Should I really have told Draco I didn't want to be friends with him? Just because they told me to?

But then again, what if they were right? What if he had become the next stalker? I never would've gotten over it.

I really want to tell him I'm sorry though. That I didn't mean it. That I really just want to be friends again.

On the other hand…should I really give up three friendships for one half-friend?

No. I shouldn't.

Better get used to calling him Malfoy then.

Draco's black and white composition notebook

I can't believe it. Hermione told me that she didn't want to be friends, and accused me of being the next Dylan, all because of her other friends. I felt so…helpless when she told me.

I can't believe it. I can't believe HER.

I really thought we were getting to be friends. And it just blows up in my face.

Forger her. She's not worth it. Not worth the trouble.

Stupid Mudblood.

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(continued like a regular story)

One month later (that was early October, so this is now early November)

Hermione and Draco have been weird for a while. Things are back to normal now, the fights and such. Draco has been continued being given girl lessons, and Hermione's friends are still trying to coax her back into speaking.

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(a/n: this is one month later, during a fight outside the Potions room. Hermione is still not talking, anything she says in '' is just writing blinking over her head)

Harry shifted from foot to foot, shivering. He put his arms across his chest in an effort to stay warm. "Why does it have to be so flipping cold down here?" he groused.

Hermione shrugged, and Ron grunted his agreement.

"Maybe," drawled a voice from behind them, "it's because we Slytherins are cold, mean-hearted creatures. But of course, that's what you THINK, and of course what you THINK must be forced upon anybody with THOUGHTS, right, Potter?"

"Malfoy," Harry rolled his eyes at him. "Why don't you go talk to the rats? Oh, I forgot. Those would be your House members."

'You guys, why don't we just leave?' Hermione pleaded with her eyes.

"You THINK you're so smart, Mudblood," whispered Draco. "But you're nothing but an empty-headed stuck-up FOLLOWER of a Gryffindor." Despite his harsh word, his eyes showed a little bit of betrayal and hurt, showing that he still remember what she did to him, and Hermione felt awful every time she saw that. Which was about every single day. But every day a bit seemed to fade, and that just hurt even more. Even though they weren't friends, Hermione still cared a bit about Draco, and was hurt every time that she thought he might now about her. She always tried to avoid fights, because that's when it hurt the most. He had been bringing up the 'think' and 'follower' theme a lot, which was only another painful memory.

Ron started forward. "She IS smart. Harry's smart. Even I'M smarter than you."

Draco snorted. "Weasley, I'm smarted than you on your best day, when I'm half-asleep, without caffeine, after I ran into three fucking walls, and on my worst day."

"Yeah right, Malfoy," snarled Harry. "Why don't you just go run into three walls right now and spare me the trouble of running you into them for you?"

"Oh, you wish you could," said Draco, examining his hand. "You're so weak. The only reason you defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is because of luck, and luck only. You couldn't even save your own godfather, the only fucking family you have left-"

"Take that back," yelled Harry. "Take that back, or, I swear, I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?" sneered Draco. "Yell at me? Put your hands on my face? Hope a phoenix will fall from the sky with a sword or weird ghost people come out of your wand? Please. You're pathetic."

'Let's GO!' Hermione glared.

"Yeah, listen to the Mudblood, Potter," Draco said snidely. "Maybe for once you'll learn something-instead of listening to your own stupid THOUGHTS." He walked away.

"Ugh, stupid Malfoy," groaned Harry. "Doesn't he have anything better to do?"

"No, he's Malfoy," answered Ron. "He lives to torture us."

"Yeah," said Harry.

'Can we please go?' asked Hermione urgently, and then, without waiting for an answer, strolled away.

"What's up with her?" asked Ron.

Draco's black and white composition notebook

It's been almost a month now. You'd think I'd get over it.

But noooooooooooo, I just have to hang on to the hope. The hope of us being friends again. She made me laugh and smile. I don't know if I can stand seeing her al the time. She keeps giving me these sorrowing looks that I hate, like 'I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it, because my friends will ditch me, so too bad.' I HATE that. Some friends! If they can't respect who she's friends with, what kind of people are they?

Assholes.

Of course.

Herbology

So we're paired up again.

I guess so.

Why do the teachers always pair us up?

I don't know. It's like they have to torture us, or it's not a class.

Excuse me?

I said-

I know what you said! You think it's torture to be with me?

Well…yeah…sorta…

Well, thanks a lot!

Look. Mudblood. Granger. Whatever. You hate me. Your fucking friends made you hate me. So now, I hate you. I hate anybody who can't decide or speak for themselves. And you fall right into the category. Got it?

But…I mean, I thought…

Thought what? I didn't know you could think for yourself. I thought others had to TELL you what you think.

Stop it, just stop it! Can't you just be civil? It's been a MONTH, for crying out loud.

No, I can't! I'm MALFOY, remember? Ferret Face? And as for crying out loud, I'd like to see you try! But you're too afraid of Dylan's MOTHER. Another thing that someone told you to think! You didn't kill the bastard, he killed himself! So get over it, move on, and leave me the fuck ALONE!

Draco-

DON'T YOU DARE FOUL UP MY NAME! I'M NOT DRACO TO YOU! I'M NOT EVEN MALFOY TO YOU! YOU JUST HATE ME ENOUGH TO CALL ME FERRET! OR MAYBE NOT. MAYBE, YOU JUST WON'T MENTION ME AT ALL, BECAUSE I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT WORTH MENTIONING! UNLESS YOU GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE, WHICH I KNOW ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN!

I can't believe you!

You know what? I can't believe you either. I thought that you were actually a decent person who didn't care what others thought. But I was wrong. And you know what? It still hurts. But you don't care, you just give me those pitying looks of yours, and walk away. So guess what? I'm done with hoping that we might actually be friends. So I'm gonna pretend that nothing ever happened, and that it's just like last year. Sorry, Hermione. Good-bye!

I thought we could be friends too, but-

You didn't think it'd be worth it? You didn't want to ruin friendships with three people who just tell you to do things and use you for your brains? You thought I'd use you? Well, news flash: I'm not that kind of person. Your friends may be, but I am not.

My friends do not…do…not…do…

See?

Shut up! You're ruining everything!

Me? Ruin everything? You flatter me.

Just…just…just leave me alone!

Awwwww, I bet you're gonna cry about it! Well, boo-fucking-hoo! I don't give a damn.

Draco, I still sorta want to be friends, but-

But NOTHING! Your friends hate me, so you have to too.

No! It's just complicated.

No, it's not.

It is!

Besides, it doesn't matter now. You had your chance, and you blew it.

Maybe we could just be a little bit friends-

Forget it, Mudblood. Talk to me tomorrow when I'm not so pissed. I'll see if I can fit it in my busy schedule.

Augh! Forget it!

Good!

Screw you.

You want to?

You're such a pervert!

I was joking. I would never want to screw a BITCH LIKE YOU!

GO AWAY!

GLADLY!

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Okay, so this was pretty filler. Draco and Hermione are still enemies, etc. But one day…

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Okay…so I know that they're still not friends…but don't flame me! I swear, they'll be together! Pinky promise!