Chapter 14

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d. Dramione fluff, off topic shit, and harry/draco fight scenes! Let the story commence!

Harry was furious.

How dare he?

How dare he hurt Hermione?

Malfoy was bad news, and he would certainly cut his throat if he thought Hermione didn't like him so much.

Yes, it was the sad and painful truth. There was no way Harry could get around it. Hermione liked him! Malfoy! It was too much to handle. The perv, the man-whore, the bitch!

But, HErmione liked him!

he could see for himself!

Oh, god.

Hermione walked up to him.

'I can stand up for myself, you know.' She brushed past him.

They had DADA next.

With Malfoy and his bitch of a Dad.

Then Ron walked up to him.

'Mental, isn't he? With that dad of his, I'd be a downright perv too.'

'Don't blame it on lousy parentage, Ron. Look at me, I grew up with the Dursleys.'

'Well, whatever Harry, but Malfoy honestly needs to go stick his mouth up his--'

Lucius Malfoy sped past.

'Fifty points from Gryffindor for language and speaking the Malfoy name out of your bloodtraitor mouth.'

'Honestly, he's a complete.'

'Shut up.' Harry said, seeing Hermione come down the corridor.

'But how could Malfoy do that to her? I mean, he practically raped her! And she actually did nothing!' Ron said.

Hermione rushed past them, tears flowing from her eyes.

'You've done it now, Weasley.' Malfoy, who appeared from a corner asked.

'Guess who's going to be the one to comfort her? Me.' Laughed Malfoy, as he rushed off to corner Hermione.

'Oh no you won't!' Harry yelled, cornering Malfoy.

'Relashio!'

'Potriosio!'

'Deseshtrio!'

'Allegro!'

'Tarantella!'

'Silencio!'

Harry, his eyes red with murder, legs dancing furiously, silenced Malfoy.

'This is what you get for hurting Hermione. Crucio!'

Malfoy screamed, eyes rolling madly in his head.

'Don't ever mess with Hermione again! Understand? I think I'll let you suffer a little while longer. Let Pansy pick you up. later, if I'm unlucky enough.'

Harry left, leaving Malfoy silenced and writhing on the ground in pain.

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It wasn't Pansy who picked Malfoy up.

It wasn't Harry, a twinge of conscience getting him.

Or Ron.

Or Crabbe.

Or Goyle, however in the hell he might do it.

It was...

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...Hermione.

'Finite. Oh my god. Who did this to you? Who the fuck did this to you?'

'Why don't you ask your fucking hitman, mudblood.' Malfoy spat.

Instantly immense dislike came to Hermione.

'Shut up, Malfoy.'

'Look, I'm bloody sorry! For fucking everything!'

'Oh, nice apology, Malfoy. god, why the hell do I put up with you?'

'Because!'

'I hate you, you know that! And i hate that stupid name you call me. It's damn old, annoying and hurtful! Why the hell won't you leave me alone!'

'Because! I detest you! To the world's end!'

Dead silence.

'That came out wrong.'

'No, Malfoy, I think that came out perfectly right.'

A/N- do you like it? Oooh, tension.

More later.

Peaches,

Anya