Hey you guys, this is a bit of a filler chapter. I didn't mean for it to turn out this way, but I started writing it and this is how it turned out. I promise that the next chapter will be the physical education class. Before I forget, let me remember to say that I credit some of the next chapter to redlightspin, whom I must thank for the idea.
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Today is the day.
Not just the day, but the day.
Today is day two of our gym class, with Dumbledore choosing the sport that we are playing. Knowing Dumbledore, it will be probably be something he can amuse himself with by watching us poor innocent students being tortured.
Today is also the day of many other things.
Such as the day of the Draco Malfoy rumor. As I had predicted, whilst innocently walking down the corridor with Ron and Harry this morning, a first year patted me on the shoulder and said that it was all right to cry, and many a girl had been previously rejected by Draco Malfoy such as herself.
A first year. I mean I doubt first years even know how to tie their shoelaces, and they are already corrupted with attraction for the opposite sex? They are freaking eleven. At least Draco had the common courtesy to turn her down instead of using her, but I am shocked at the incoming students. They seem to be getting worse and worse, and I am getting concerned for the future of our school.
I put on a haughty I-don't-really-care-that-there-are-rumors-circulating-about-me air, by raising my nose in the air, shaking back my curls, and stomping off with Harry and Ron in tow. Except it didn't go that smoothly, as I couldn't shake my curls back because they were shoved into a ponytail. Plus Harry and Ron weren't really in tow. They kind of just stood there half asleep, and I had taken a couple of steps forward before I realized that they weren't following me, so I had to go back and drag them along.
At the smell of food in the Great Hall, both boys visibly perk up, and suddenly seem wide-awake. Why oh why weren't they like this when I was in dire need of their help to make a dramatic statement of showing I was above the rumors that plagued me? That is a very good question I think, so I ask them.
"Why oh why weren't you like this when I was in dire need of your help to make a dramatic statement of showing I was above the rumors that plagued me?"
"Erm," says Harry.
"What does dire mean," asks Ron rather stupidly if I say so myself.
But then again, when is Ron not stupid?
"What rumors?" asks Harry uninterestedly as he butters piece of toast. Actually he is buttering a goblet, but I don't think he really notices because he is staring at someone making her way over to our table.
Susan. Yep, Harry is staring just like I was staring out the window in Snape's class. Except for instead of staring out the window, Harry is staring at her legs… and her chest area.
I pretend to not notice Harry, but it's rather hard because his goblet looks unnaturally greasy and shiny with the large quantity of butter he has spread on it.
"The rumors Harry, you know, the rumors. And dire means urgent, or desperate Ron," I answer tiredly.
Ron notices my tone of voice and says eagerly, "Are you angry at me Hermy-own? You could defenestrate me as a punishment. Or maybe defenestrating food items out the window will help you overcome your frustration." Finishing this sentence Ron giggles uncontrollably. Oh God, I am friends with a she-male. He sounds like such a girl.
I'm actually thinking about Ron's suggestion of defenestrating him.
Specifically out the astronomy tower window, so maybe I'll never have to hear the word 'defenestrate' again.
"Don't you think the word awkward just sounds so awkward?" he says chuckling to himself.
I just ignore him.
"Good morning Susan," I say politely as she sits next to me.
"Morning Hermione, Ron," she acknowledges with a nod of her head.
"What about me?" asks Harry pitifully making his adorable irresistible puppy dog face. Actually he looks like a puffer fish, but I think that puffer fish are cute, so it doesn't really matter.
"Hey there baby doll, what's shaking?" she asks in a sultry seductive voice.
My eyes are practically popping out of my head as she says this. I have never ever seen Susan like this. I'm not the only one taken aback. Ron is displaying the mashed up bacon in his mouth as it hangs wide open. Harry gulps nervously and then puts on a confident smirk.
"Nothing much babe," he manages to say, sounding like a tough manly man.
"So er Ron, do you know how to spell defenestrate?" I ask wincing as I say so, knowing he is going to take advantage of this code to say defenestrate once again.
For the first time I am wrong. Ron doesn't say defenestrate again. In fact I don't even think he remembers the codes from yesterday.
"What are you talking about Hermy, you're the one who taught me the word anyway."
"Heh heh, what are you talking about Ron? I said do you know how to spell defenestrate." I say very slowly, annunciating every word to make sure he gets the message.
To give him an extra push in the right direction, I stomp hard on his foot.
"Ow Hermione! I think you stepped on my toe," came the ever so intelligent response.
"I know."
"Oh. Why?"
"Because," I say, jerking my head first towards Susan and then Harry.
"Oh OK," Ron says, oblivious to the code I'm trying to get across to him.
Well it looks like Susan and Harry aren't going to get any alone time today. They are currently making goo-goo eyes at each other, which is making me rather nauseous. I decide to tell Ron this.
"Don't worry Hermione, you can defenestrate your vomit out the window."
"That doesn't even make sense Ron." I scream at him. "If you say defenestrate one more time…"
"Defenestrate."
Oh no he didn't, he so did not say that.
Ron looks at me challengingly. "What you gonna do now Mione?" he asks tauntingly.
"I will… I will… I won't help you with your potions essay on the polyjuice potion."
"Ha, don't need it. We drank it in second year remember?"
"Well Ronald, you only drank it. If I remember correctly, I'm the one who actually made it, and therefore is the one with the most knowledge of the potion. All you know is howthe potiontastes."
"Oh yeah," Ron says slowly, the memory coming back to him. "Please oh please help me Hermione. I'm begging for your forgiveness."
"Alright," I say, giving in quite easily. I can't help it. I know Ron will fail that essay if I don't help him, and I can't let my friend fail. I have too big a heart.
There is an awkward moment of silence, and both Ron and I glance over at Harry and Susan who are now making smoochy faces at each other.
Ron and I both exchange disgusted looks. They are so completely engrossed in staring at each other that they haven't heard a word of our argument.
Excuse me while I barf.
"So," Ron says loudly with a clear of his throat, obviously trying to change the subject to distract us from the disturbing images before us. "What do you think we're going to do in gym now, right after breakfast. I think our first class yesterday was ok, and I'm going to do good in the class."
"Well Ron, well," I correct with a sigh.
"Well what?" Ron asks confusedly.
At this I bang my head against the table, wondering why I even try to help my friends become smarter. Except for I kind of miss the empty part of the table, and my face smacks into a bowl of oatmeal with a loud splat.
"You have oatmeal on your face," states Susan who has finally stopped making googly eyes with Harry.
"How observant," I say sarcastically.
"I know," Susan says with a goofy smile on her face. She looks like she's high on drugs.
"Isn't she the best?" Harry says proudly.
"Aaaaw honey bear, you didn't need to say that." Susan titters.
"Yeah, you really didn't need to say that Harry," I agree and mime gagging, while Ron nods in agreement.
Harry just shrugs and continues with his breakfast. Ron and Susan follow suit, while I just sit there as I have already finished my breakfast.
I decide to amuse myself by torturing Ron. He is so fun to torture.
"Hey Ron, you know there's a spider in your hair," I inform him innocently.
"Where? Where?" he screams like a girl and frantically runs around in circles.
Ha Ha Ha. Now this is what I call entertainment.
"That wasn't funny Hermione," Ron growls as he realizes that I was lying about the spider.
"Yes it was," Harry, Susan, and I chorus at the same time.
Ron just grumbles while I continue to laugh at him. Suddenly, Lavender and Parvati come up to me and place their arms around my shoulders.
"Hermione, it's all right, just let out your feelings. We know how much it hurts to be rejected by the love of your life," Parvati sympathizes.
I squint at her in confusion, and finally realize after a couple minutes that she's talking about the Draco Malfoy rumor.
"Oh that's just a rumor," I clarify.
"You don't need to hide behind that mask of yours. We understand how much you're hurting, and we just want you to know that we're here for you," adds Lavender.
"Who are you in love with Mione?" Harry questions.
"No one," I growl.
"Draco Malfoy," Parvati informs Harry.
"Oh. Don't worry Hermione. He's just too stupid to see the beautiful person you are. I'll talk to him for you," Harry says supportively.
Ever since the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, where Draco turned good all of a sudden, Harry and Ron have been civil to him. Even friendly sometimes. Only I still consider him an enemy, and right now I wish they were enemies too.
"I loathe Draco Malfoy," I state, trying to correct their false beliefs.
"Of course you do honey, he just rejected you," Lavender says relaxingly.
"No, you don't understand, I despise him," I say desperately trying to get my point across.
"How come you never told me you liked Malfoy? I thought we told each other everything. I mean I even told you about you-know-who," Susan says referring to Harry, sounding semi-hurt.
"There was nothing to tell you. I don't like him," I persist.
"Denial," Parvati clucks sympathetically with a shake of her head.
"It's ok Hermione, a lot of girls like Malfoy. You aren't the only one under his spell," Ron says while patting me on the back.
"Why aren't you guys listening to me. I don't like Draco Malfoy."
"We know, but you'll get over it. Once you stop hurting over the fact that he doesn't return your feelings, you'll learn to treat him with indifference," Parvati says knowingly.
Ok. Now I'm really getting frustrated.
"Poor girl, she's taking this rather hard isn't she," Susan kindheartedly smiles.
"I am not," I say indignantly.
Harry, Ron, Susan, Parvati, and Lavender exchange sympathetic looks.
I have got to straighten this out.
"I do not love Draco Malfoy. I never have and I never will, so stop bothering me people," I yell loudly while standing up on the table.
Oops, the whole school just heard me say that, and have now also heard the rumor. Oh well, at least I have revealed the rumor's falsity just in case they did end up hearing it.
Susan, Harry, and Ron who know me well, finally believe me, but Lavender and Parvati are unconvinced. If anything, I think that yelling that has made them think that I've gone into deeper denial.
After a couple seconds of silence after my outburst, whispers finally break out. I strain to hear what people are whispering about.
I'm catching phrases like 'poor girl', 'denial', 'why would he reject her, she is hot', 'she isn't the first', 'broken heart poor thing', and worst of all 'it's obvious they are meant to be, wouldn't they look so cute together'.
Great. All I seem to have done is confirm people's beliefs that the rumor is true. At least Harry, Susan, and Ron believe me now.
I look over to the Slytherin table, to see Malfoy's reaction. He's probably laughing at me right now, or basking in the attention he is now recieving. As I finallyspotMalfoy, hecatches my eye and gives me a smirk. How dare he!
Actually he looks hot when he smirks. No Hermione. You did not just think that. Bad Hermione, bad, I scold myself.
Harry, Susan, and Ron apologize for not believing me earlier, and I accept their apology as we walk to our first class of the day.
Physical education.
Yup yup yup. That's all for this one folks. Once again sorry I didn't get to the physical education class part, but I thought the chapter would run too long if I added that in as well. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please don't forget to REVIEW!