Chapter 6
Tourniquet
Have you all heard evanescence's song, tourniquet? If you haven't LISTEN TO IT! A Tourniquet is like a bandage, if like ur arm's chopped off and ur spewing blood, all that jazz.now as you can see, Malfoy's really starting to get into her, i mean really, but he's still arguing with himself about it. Should i post p.o.vs or not? I hate writing in the third person. peaches-Anya
Malfoy had seen a side of Granger he'd never seen before. And he didn't mean inside her pants.
Why did he think that? Gross.
She probably wouldn't want him inside her pants anyway...Wait, he didn't want to be inside her pants anyway,
So what the hell was this thought about anyway?
Onto more pressing matters.
Potter.
It was so infitely gay and shitty, but Malfoy was in trouble.
He'd knifed Potter.
Who really gave a shit but Potter himself?
He'd knifed him because Potter knew something, something that he needed badly.
The bloody bugger wouldn't sit still so that Malfoy could perform crucio, so he'd knifed him.
So sue him.
So he couldn't think about getting into the Mudblood's pants anyway, otherwise he'd be fucked.
What was with the Mudblood's pants anyway?
She looked better in a skirt, BTW.
WHAT THE HELL?
it was this kind of kinky shit that his father had warned him about, fraternization with bloody fucking mudbloods and blood-traitors.
Why the fucking hell was he thinking about his father for?
Damn him, damn him to hell.
And damn his bloody fucking mother too, for bringing him into this world.
Damn them all.
The walls were closing in.
Shit.
Hermione checked over her work.
Arithmancy--Check
Transfiguration--Check
Potions--Check
She ran her fingers over her Ancient Runes study, and found a spare piece of parchment.
It had been one of her old poems, from when she was in third year.
She read it.
Sometimes what can feel like love,
Is infatuation.
I've never felt like anyone like this before,
And I've cause him bodily harm.
I'm not even sure I like him,
I feel like I'm desecrated.
I open my eyes is astonishment,
In realization of the truth.
He's stolen my heart,
The bastard.
The bloody fucking brute.
Hermione laughed, and realized then who it was about.
Chills crept up her spine.
He had the power to kill her, with a flick of his wand.
She wanted to stop it,
to end this infatuation.
But the mere thought of him made herfeel burning on her skin,
And she began to cry.
It sent tingles up her spine.
Shit.
