Chaptern 10

Confrontation

Hermione looked at the wall.

Why was Malfoy doing this?

Was it some ploy to make her seem like a total ho, then publish her bad name worldwide?

Of the wizarding world, that is.

Why did he hate her so much?

She was just being herself, what was so wrong with that?

But when he had kissed her, it was like the covers were coming off.

She felt kind of strange, and she had felt bittersweet.

The whole world was kind of, opening up, you know?

She had somehow found that it was really not a ploy for her life, but for her love.

Eew, did she just use love and Malfoy in the same thought?

Everything was truly being messed up now.

It only took a while for her to head out of the library, and straight into the angry face of Pansy Parkinson.


Draco stood up as soon as he heard the scream.

'Damn it!' He cursed as he hurried to put on his robes.

He rushed out of bed, running to find Hermione pushed against the wall, Parkinson with her wand at her throat.

'You selfish, mudblood, traitor, cheater, damn, know-it-all BITCH!' Pansy screamed.

'You complete ho! How dare you! How fucking dare you!' Pansy screamed again.

'Don't you push me!' Hermione yelled, pushing Pansy to the ground.

'Bitch!'

A group of people stopped outside of the library, waiting in the corridor to see what Pansy would do.

'Where d'you fathom in your tiny, insignificant brain that I would ever touch Malfoy!' Hermione screeched.

'Don't lie, bitch, Patil said she saw you!'

'Don't call me a bitch!'

'B-iii-ttcchhh!' Pansy taunted. 'Go on! What are you going to do, Granger, raise your hand at me! That really doesn't work on us, no matter how much it works on the teachers!'

Pansy smiled triumphantly.

'Furnunculus!' Cried Hermione, at the same time as someone else cried, 'Densaugeo!'

Pansy's face erupted into huge boils, and her teeth elongated so rapidly she strangely resembled a vampire.

'Langueo!' Cried Hermione.

Pansy began to step backward, her eyes rolling madly in her head, then she fell backwards, her head hitting the stone cold floor.

'Madam Pomfrey! She needs Madam Pomfrey!' She cried, nervously wondering what punishment she would receive from nearly severing Pansy's head.

'Stop it, Granger!' Snapped a voice.

It was Malfoy.

'Leave her alone!' Hermione snapped.

'Shut up, know-it-all.'

'Man-whore.'

'If you don't shut the hell up, someone's going to come for Pansy, and rat you out!'

'Well let them! She needs---'

'Silencio!' Malfoy screeched.

Hermione's mouth opened, but she did not speak.

'If you think, I'm going to let you get in so much trouble because Pansy's a---' He never did get to call Pansy whatever he was going to, because in burst Madam Pomfrey.

'Parkinson! My Granger, what happened?' Madam Pomfrey spied Hermione glaring at Malfoy, then she put two and two together to make five.

'Mr. Malfoy! Come with me! And you, Granger, finite incantatem.' Madam Pomfrey said.

'Come along, tarry not!' Laughed Sir Cadogan, the painting, as he rushed through other portraits to follow Malfoy and Mme. Pomfrey.

Hermione was about to protest, but they sped away, angrily.

lemons12
2005-11-19
ch 1, reply

ok...my grandma could write better then you and she's dead...this story made no sense at all

Anya: Thanx for the review, but if you hate my story so much, read the rest of it, then piss (oh sorry, cuss) me off.

Peaches,

Anya.