A/N: Alright, chapter 4. I'm so proud of myself! Oh, and this isn't going
to go for too long. I might drag it out a bit, but you never know.
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Harry and Ron ascended the stairs to Professor Trelawney's classroom.
"Remind me why we do this subject again?" Ron moaned.
"No idea Ron." Harry retorted. "Just happened that you were the one picking this subject."
"Oh my god!" Ron clasped his hand to his mouth.
Harry turned to look at what Ron was looking at, his eyes scanning the room, seeing nothing but fluffy chairs, and the china set he'd used in third year.
"What?" Harry snapped irritably.
"Trelawney!" Ron dropped his books and rushed over to the professor who lay on the ground, twitching and convulsing.
"Holy shit!" Harry swore and dropped his books too to help his professor.
"Come on Harry let's move her to a chair." Ron said but the moment they moved her head she began to speak in a low rasping voice.
"The elemental water freezes into ice. He has been frozen since the dawn of time. His anger will melt as will his icy shell. He will fall by the white hand and drown in the depths of hell. His fall will cause that of fires. That of the elemental fire will burn. Her pain will consume her, turning her into the element. She will have her vengeance before burning in the black abyss of hell." Professor Trelawney then raised her self out of the trance she had previously been in.
"Why boys! What are you doing?" she asked cheerfully in her mystical voice. "Ah, of course. You wanted to avoid the friend that quit this class, correct?"
Harry gaped at the teacher in a new respect.
"You may think that I am a right old fraud but I do see some things. Now help your teacher up."
Harry and Ron soundlessly pulled her up. She dusted herself off and as she did so the rest of the class filtered through the trapdoor.
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Harry and Ron left the classroom hurriedly to discuss their revelation.
"What do you think it meant?" Ron asked, wide-eyed.
"I don't know, but it has something to do with the elements and as far as I know, that's more of a wicca thing than wizardry." Harry bit his lip.
"Perhaps the two are linked closer than we think." Ron suggested.
"Perhaps but I want to ask Dumbledore about it." Harry said. Ron nodded in agreement and they headed off to Dumbledore's office. Several minutes of climbing stairs left them in front of the stone gargoyle.
"Password?"
"Black licorice?"
"Chuppa chups?"
"Cadbury chocolate?"
"Cockroach Clusters?"
"Pepper Imps?"
"Chocoballs?"
"Sugar Quills?"
"Sherbet Balls?"
"Argh! It's no use Harry! We'll never get in!" Ron moaned.
Harry suddenly had a brain wave. "Of course! How come I didn't see it before? Sherbet lemon!"
The gargoyle slid open and the two boys sprinted up the stairs. Two stairs at a time they went up until they got to the door with a knocker, shaped like a lion.
Harry knocked and stepped into the room gingerly. There sat Professor Dumbledore, serene as ever.
"Ah, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. I was expecting you." Dumbledore picked a bowl up from his table. "Sherbet lemon?"
Harry politely refused and Ron gaped at the headmaster.
"So, what do you want to say? I believe you've been saying passwords to my gargoyle for about 5 minutes. What seems so urgent?"
Ron was confused. How did Dumbledore know so much? Shrugging, he turned his attention to Harry who began to repeat Trelawney's strange prediction.
"Professor, when we went up to Divination this afternoon, we were there a little early and we found Professor Trelawney twitching and convulsing on the floor. We were going to move her to the couch when she started speaking. She said something like the elemental water freezes into ice. And that he had been frozen since the beginning of time." Harry looked up, confusion reflected in his eyes.
"Go on." Dumbledore urged.
"Well, then she said something I can't remember and then something about this elemental water will fall by the white hand and drown in the depths of hell. Then she said that his fall would cause that of I think she said fires. Then she said that of the elemental fire will burn. After that she said something about pain consuming this fire and her turning into the fire. Then something about her getting vengeance before burning in hell." Harry was now really confused. That didn't sound right.
"And that was all?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Yeah. It sounded more. . . mysterious when we were listening to her. What does it mean?" Harry asked.
"It means that the war draws closer and that two of the elements will be on Voldemort's side." Dumbledore said, his face creased with age and woes that had no need to haunt him.
"The war?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley. The war is almost upon us."
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Hermione waited breathlessly in her rooms, waiting for the person that she had gradually grown to love through his letters of compassion. Tonight she would find out his identity. She had sent her note yesterday and told him to meet her tonight.
She paced back and forth, waiting for the portrait to creak open. Suddenly a thought hit her. This was a Slytherin, so she didn't want to appear too anxious to see him. Hermione mentally whacked herself and nearly went upstairs to change out of her outfit.
Hermione nearly went, but didn't. She liked her black miniskirt and matching top. It rather complimented her spiral down into the darkness. She grinned. Nearly time for her to meet Mr. Dragon.
Hermione sat down, reading her book as she mentally booted off people from her list.
'Not Crabbe, Not Goyle, possibly Zabini or Malfoy. Could it be someone from 6th year?'
Hermione's sensitive ears picked up the footsteps of someone coming towards the portrait. She quickly scanned the room to see if it was orderly. Fortunately it was, and Hermione breathed relief as she waited for the portrait to swing open.
The portrait creaked open and Hermione snapped her head to, a look of shock clearly written across her face before she hid it behind a mask of indifference.
"Malfoy."
"Granger."
"Do you want something Malfoy?" Hermione asked indifferently as she continued to read.
Hermione chanced a glance at the glamorous boy and saw he was sitting on her favourite chair. Almost immediately her rage level raised and she fought to keep control of her emotions.
"Stop being so angry Granger. You'll put fire to one of your nice couches." Draco tilted his head, smirking.
Hermione blinked several times, drinking in what Malfoy just said.
"Are you the dark?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Indeed."
Hermione smiled.
"Nice to know it's not an idiot." Hermione crossed her legs and put her book down. "So, you're the one that wanted to meet me. What did you want to talk about, exactly?"
Hermione lounged back into her chair, fully aware of the sex appeal that she had and using it against Malfoy. She watched him swallow before he spoke.
"I was wondering whether or not you were ready for your initiation." Draco said suavely. He stood up, crossing the room gracefully before sitting opposite Hermione. "The Dark Lord doesn't like being kept waiting."
"Are you kidding?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You've read my notebook I would think that you'd know the answer to that question."
Draco smirked and leaned forward.
"I know the answer but do you? Are you sure? Is your head and your heart telling you to go through with the plan?" Draco asked.
Hermione answered by leaning forward and whispering in a quiet sexy voice.
"I've known the answer for quite some time Mr. Malfoy. And both my head and my heart want me to go through. They're practically screaming for it."
"Well then Miss. Granger, you're to be initiated this Christmas holidays." Draco said, a smirk plastered across his face.
"And have you been initiated or are you to be initiated along with me?" Hermione asked as Draco leaned closer.
"Which would you prefer?" Draco asked, his hot breath sending shivers down Hermione's spine. He grinned inwardly, could he stop?
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're a death eater too." Hermione breathed.
"You're in luck then." Draco said before he leaned in for a kiss, his lust too great for him to manage.
Hermione closed her eyes waiting for the kiss that she had been anticipating for three days. It was everything she'd imagined. She gasped under its intense passion. Draco took this as permission to slide his tongue.
His tongue swam past Hermione's lips and toyed gently with hers. Hermione leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the intoxicating boy in front of her.
Draco felt Hermione shudder underneath him. He grinned. Suddenly the grin fell. What would his father say? Stuff his father! The fiery girl in front of him was more than enough to satiate his hunger.
Hermione buckled slightly underneath the passion that she was being swamped with.
"Draco." Hermione said breathlessly.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" Draco asked as he kissed his way to her neck nipping her creamy skin creating a hickey on her flawless skin.
"I could ask the same about you." Hermione replied.
"I know but I don't think you know."
Hermione grinned slyly and lifted Draco off her. Anger and lust were flip sides and Draco was angry. Girls did not deny him.
"Hush baby. You're too demanding." Hermione waggled a finger in front of the boy coyly. "Want something to eat?"
Draco pouted slightly but nodded.
Hermione snapped her fingers abruptly and a meal appeared in front of her. She grinned in delight. Although she disapproved of slavery greatly, she had to say that the house elves service was excellent!
"Whipped cream?" Draco picked the can up puzzled.
"It's my favourite. Here pass it." Hermione shrugged, catching the can effortlessly, she promptly squeezed the trigger, causing a whole heap of cream to burst from the nozzle.
Hermione licked away the remnants only to be stopped by Draco.
"You have some here." Draco wiped the cream off with his finger and offered it to Hermione.
Hermione giggled slightly from the alcohol intake but wrapped her tongue around Draco's forefinger licking away the cream.
"Great cream." Hermione said thoughtfully as she ate a strawberry or two. She went to the wine bottle again and filled her glass with Chardonnay again. "Great Chardonnay too."
Hermione toasted to Draco and downed the alcohol in one go before getting giggly again. Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione's child-like behaviour.
"You're cute when you're angry but you're sexy when you aren't." Hermione said, giggling as she did so. Her head felt light and she was feeling happy. "Chardonnay?"
Hermione filled another glass and was about to drink it when Draco snatched it.
"No more alcohol for you missy." Draco said sternly.
"Aw but Draco I like the Chardonnay!" Hermione protested trying to grab the glass, her reflexes slow.
"No more alcohol!" Draco repeated.
"Draco!" Hermione whined. "That's not very nice!"
"If you have more alcohol I won't be nice at all!" Draco threatened.
"But that's black- blackmail!" Hermione said, her words slurring together.
Draco quickly took his wand and cast a sober spell. Hermione shook her head and groaned.
"Oh my god did I just consume three glasses of Chardonnay?" Hermione said in horror.
"Yes Mione, you did." Draco said in a matter of fact tone.
"Wow, I feel sick." Hermione then promptly threw up, leaning on Draco for support. "Oh gods. Merlin I feel really sick."
Suddenly there was a pronounced rapping at the door. Hermione's eyes went wide and shooed Draco up the stairs.
"Evanesco." Hermione vanished the food and the vomit. She then cleaned the room up to pristine condition. "I'm coming!"
Hermione fixed her appearance up and went to the portrait. She swung it open, but not before transfiguring her skirt into black pants.
"Hi Ro-" Hermione was cut off by a sharp slap.
"What the fuck was Malfoy doing in here with you?" Ron demanded.
"Malfoy? He was in here for Head prefect business." Hermione said, the lie rolling off her tongue easily. "Why?" Hermione silently reprimanded herself for not checking her notebook.
"Well, I don't like having friends going off and being screwed by the enemy." Ron said sharply.
Hermione took a sharp in take of breath. Why did his words hurt so much? She was over him and Harry. She was over those crushes. She was over those friends.
"Is that a hickey?" Ron demanded.
Hermione went to the mirror and gasped. She turned around, her eyes fearful.
"So, you like it rough? Enjoy being bitten?" Ron snarled. "Well, if you'd told me when we went out in fifth year I would've given it rough."
Hermione was now frightened. This wasn't the Ron Weasley she knew. The Ron Weasley she knew wouldn't hurt her this much. But her heart belied this comment. Of course! Ron was jealous beyond words.
Hermione was smashed against the wall, with Ron tearing at her clothes viciously. He tore her shirt to threads before starting on her pants.
"Ron!" Hermione sobbed. "Stop!"
Ron stopped his handiwork and glared at Hermione fiercely.
"You know what? You're not worth my time. I won't even bother. You're probably not even a good lay." Ron slapped Hermione hard and back off. "Lavender is much better than you. More co-operative."
Hermione curled into a ball and sobbed to herself, tears pouring down her face.
"Tell your boyfriend Malfoy that I don't think his little Gryffindor whore will be much good." Ron snarled before slamming the portrait closed.
Hermione cried to herself quietly. What in the world caused this change over Ron? Sure she wanted revenge, sure she hated him but she still felt for her friends, slightly. The sharp words merely buried the knife deeper and twisted it.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the stairs. Hermione was too afraid to look up and see Ron coming to yell more. She merely controlled her tears and ordered them to stop. Hermione had learned to do that over the summer holidays.
The tears stopped and Hermione wiped them onto her torn blouse. She closed her eyes and tried not to look at the person who was in front of her.
"Granger? Did Weasley just try to RAPE you?"
Hermione lifted her head and was relieved to see Draco sitting there.
"Oh Draco!" Hermione flung her arms around his neck. "I can't believe he'd even try that!"
"Hush Hermione. We'll get him first. He'll be the first to go down. His death will be the first. The war is coming soon and he'll pay then." Draco soothed.
Hermione smiled. A wicked, evil smile crept across her lips. Yes, Weasley would pay. She'd kill him.
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A/N: I dunno. I just felt like throwing that in. Ron's just got MAJOR mood swings. You know. He's always throwing tantrums about SOMETHING, so I figured he'd get really angry to see Hermione and Draco in the SAME ROOM. He's jealous because he thinks that Malfoy is going to get Hermione's virginity when he had TRIED but FAILED to do that a year ago. So, I figure that you know, I'd do that. It was interesting! Anyway, now Hermione has a BIGGER reason to hate Ron and Harry.
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Harry and Ron ascended the stairs to Professor Trelawney's classroom.
"Remind me why we do this subject again?" Ron moaned.
"No idea Ron." Harry retorted. "Just happened that you were the one picking this subject."
"Oh my god!" Ron clasped his hand to his mouth.
Harry turned to look at what Ron was looking at, his eyes scanning the room, seeing nothing but fluffy chairs, and the china set he'd used in third year.
"What?" Harry snapped irritably.
"Trelawney!" Ron dropped his books and rushed over to the professor who lay on the ground, twitching and convulsing.
"Holy shit!" Harry swore and dropped his books too to help his professor.
"Come on Harry let's move her to a chair." Ron said but the moment they moved her head she began to speak in a low rasping voice.
"The elemental water freezes into ice. He has been frozen since the dawn of time. His anger will melt as will his icy shell. He will fall by the white hand and drown in the depths of hell. His fall will cause that of fires. That of the elemental fire will burn. Her pain will consume her, turning her into the element. She will have her vengeance before burning in the black abyss of hell." Professor Trelawney then raised her self out of the trance she had previously been in.
"Why boys! What are you doing?" she asked cheerfully in her mystical voice. "Ah, of course. You wanted to avoid the friend that quit this class, correct?"
Harry gaped at the teacher in a new respect.
"You may think that I am a right old fraud but I do see some things. Now help your teacher up."
Harry and Ron soundlessly pulled her up. She dusted herself off and as she did so the rest of the class filtered through the trapdoor.
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Harry and Ron left the classroom hurriedly to discuss their revelation.
"What do you think it meant?" Ron asked, wide-eyed.
"I don't know, but it has something to do with the elements and as far as I know, that's more of a wicca thing than wizardry." Harry bit his lip.
"Perhaps the two are linked closer than we think." Ron suggested.
"Perhaps but I want to ask Dumbledore about it." Harry said. Ron nodded in agreement and they headed off to Dumbledore's office. Several minutes of climbing stairs left them in front of the stone gargoyle.
"Password?"
"Black licorice?"
"Chuppa chups?"
"Cadbury chocolate?"
"Cockroach Clusters?"
"Pepper Imps?"
"Chocoballs?"
"Sugar Quills?"
"Sherbet Balls?"
"Argh! It's no use Harry! We'll never get in!" Ron moaned.
Harry suddenly had a brain wave. "Of course! How come I didn't see it before? Sherbet lemon!"
The gargoyle slid open and the two boys sprinted up the stairs. Two stairs at a time they went up until they got to the door with a knocker, shaped like a lion.
Harry knocked and stepped into the room gingerly. There sat Professor Dumbledore, serene as ever.
"Ah, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. I was expecting you." Dumbledore picked a bowl up from his table. "Sherbet lemon?"
Harry politely refused and Ron gaped at the headmaster.
"So, what do you want to say? I believe you've been saying passwords to my gargoyle for about 5 minutes. What seems so urgent?"
Ron was confused. How did Dumbledore know so much? Shrugging, he turned his attention to Harry who began to repeat Trelawney's strange prediction.
"Professor, when we went up to Divination this afternoon, we were there a little early and we found Professor Trelawney twitching and convulsing on the floor. We were going to move her to the couch when she started speaking. She said something like the elemental water freezes into ice. And that he had been frozen since the beginning of time." Harry looked up, confusion reflected in his eyes.
"Go on." Dumbledore urged.
"Well, then she said something I can't remember and then something about this elemental water will fall by the white hand and drown in the depths of hell. Then she said that his fall would cause that of I think she said fires. Then she said that of the elemental fire will burn. After that she said something about pain consuming this fire and her turning into the fire. Then something about her getting vengeance before burning in hell." Harry was now really confused. That didn't sound right.
"And that was all?" Dumbledore pressed.
"Yeah. It sounded more. . . mysterious when we were listening to her. What does it mean?" Harry asked.
"It means that the war draws closer and that two of the elements will be on Voldemort's side." Dumbledore said, his face creased with age and woes that had no need to haunt him.
"The war?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley. The war is almost upon us."
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Hermione waited breathlessly in her rooms, waiting for the person that she had gradually grown to love through his letters of compassion. Tonight she would find out his identity. She had sent her note yesterday and told him to meet her tonight.
She paced back and forth, waiting for the portrait to creak open. Suddenly a thought hit her. This was a Slytherin, so she didn't want to appear too anxious to see him. Hermione mentally whacked herself and nearly went upstairs to change out of her outfit.
Hermione nearly went, but didn't. She liked her black miniskirt and matching top. It rather complimented her spiral down into the darkness. She grinned. Nearly time for her to meet Mr. Dragon.
Hermione sat down, reading her book as she mentally booted off people from her list.
'Not Crabbe, Not Goyle, possibly Zabini or Malfoy. Could it be someone from 6th year?'
Hermione's sensitive ears picked up the footsteps of someone coming towards the portrait. She quickly scanned the room to see if it was orderly. Fortunately it was, and Hermione breathed relief as she waited for the portrait to swing open.
The portrait creaked open and Hermione snapped her head to, a look of shock clearly written across her face before she hid it behind a mask of indifference.
"Malfoy."
"Granger."
"Do you want something Malfoy?" Hermione asked indifferently as she continued to read.
Hermione chanced a glance at the glamorous boy and saw he was sitting on her favourite chair. Almost immediately her rage level raised and she fought to keep control of her emotions.
"Stop being so angry Granger. You'll put fire to one of your nice couches." Draco tilted his head, smirking.
Hermione blinked several times, drinking in what Malfoy just said.
"Are you the dark?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Indeed."
Hermione smiled.
"Nice to know it's not an idiot." Hermione crossed her legs and put her book down. "So, you're the one that wanted to meet me. What did you want to talk about, exactly?"
Hermione lounged back into her chair, fully aware of the sex appeal that she had and using it against Malfoy. She watched him swallow before he spoke.
"I was wondering whether or not you were ready for your initiation." Draco said suavely. He stood up, crossing the room gracefully before sitting opposite Hermione. "The Dark Lord doesn't like being kept waiting."
"Are you kidding?" Hermione asked incredulously. "You've read my notebook I would think that you'd know the answer to that question."
Draco smirked and leaned forward.
"I know the answer but do you? Are you sure? Is your head and your heart telling you to go through with the plan?" Draco asked.
Hermione answered by leaning forward and whispering in a quiet sexy voice.
"I've known the answer for quite some time Mr. Malfoy. And both my head and my heart want me to go through. They're practically screaming for it."
"Well then Miss. Granger, you're to be initiated this Christmas holidays." Draco said, a smirk plastered across his face.
"And have you been initiated or are you to be initiated along with me?" Hermione asked as Draco leaned closer.
"Which would you prefer?" Draco asked, his hot breath sending shivers down Hermione's spine. He grinned inwardly, could he stop?
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're a death eater too." Hermione breathed.
"You're in luck then." Draco said before he leaned in for a kiss, his lust too great for him to manage.
Hermione closed her eyes waiting for the kiss that she had been anticipating for three days. It was everything she'd imagined. She gasped under its intense passion. Draco took this as permission to slide his tongue.
His tongue swam past Hermione's lips and toyed gently with hers. Hermione leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the intoxicating boy in front of her.
Draco felt Hermione shudder underneath him. He grinned. Suddenly the grin fell. What would his father say? Stuff his father! The fiery girl in front of him was more than enough to satiate his hunger.
Hermione buckled slightly underneath the passion that she was being swamped with.
"Draco." Hermione said breathlessly.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" Draco asked as he kissed his way to her neck nipping her creamy skin creating a hickey on her flawless skin.
"I could ask the same about you." Hermione replied.
"I know but I don't think you know."
Hermione grinned slyly and lifted Draco off her. Anger and lust were flip sides and Draco was angry. Girls did not deny him.
"Hush baby. You're too demanding." Hermione waggled a finger in front of the boy coyly. "Want something to eat?"
Draco pouted slightly but nodded.
Hermione snapped her fingers abruptly and a meal appeared in front of her. She grinned in delight. Although she disapproved of slavery greatly, she had to say that the house elves service was excellent!
"Whipped cream?" Draco picked the can up puzzled.
"It's my favourite. Here pass it." Hermione shrugged, catching the can effortlessly, she promptly squeezed the trigger, causing a whole heap of cream to burst from the nozzle.
Hermione licked away the remnants only to be stopped by Draco.
"You have some here." Draco wiped the cream off with his finger and offered it to Hermione.
Hermione giggled slightly from the alcohol intake but wrapped her tongue around Draco's forefinger licking away the cream.
"Great cream." Hermione said thoughtfully as she ate a strawberry or two. She went to the wine bottle again and filled her glass with Chardonnay again. "Great Chardonnay too."
Hermione toasted to Draco and downed the alcohol in one go before getting giggly again. Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione's child-like behaviour.
"You're cute when you're angry but you're sexy when you aren't." Hermione said, giggling as she did so. Her head felt light and she was feeling happy. "Chardonnay?"
Hermione filled another glass and was about to drink it when Draco snatched it.
"No more alcohol for you missy." Draco said sternly.
"Aw but Draco I like the Chardonnay!" Hermione protested trying to grab the glass, her reflexes slow.
"No more alcohol!" Draco repeated.
"Draco!" Hermione whined. "That's not very nice!"
"If you have more alcohol I won't be nice at all!" Draco threatened.
"But that's black- blackmail!" Hermione said, her words slurring together.
Draco quickly took his wand and cast a sober spell. Hermione shook her head and groaned.
"Oh my god did I just consume three glasses of Chardonnay?" Hermione said in horror.
"Yes Mione, you did." Draco said in a matter of fact tone.
"Wow, I feel sick." Hermione then promptly threw up, leaning on Draco for support. "Oh gods. Merlin I feel really sick."
Suddenly there was a pronounced rapping at the door. Hermione's eyes went wide and shooed Draco up the stairs.
"Evanesco." Hermione vanished the food and the vomit. She then cleaned the room up to pristine condition. "I'm coming!"
Hermione fixed her appearance up and went to the portrait. She swung it open, but not before transfiguring her skirt into black pants.
"Hi Ro-" Hermione was cut off by a sharp slap.
"What the fuck was Malfoy doing in here with you?" Ron demanded.
"Malfoy? He was in here for Head prefect business." Hermione said, the lie rolling off her tongue easily. "Why?" Hermione silently reprimanded herself for not checking her notebook.
"Well, I don't like having friends going off and being screwed by the enemy." Ron said sharply.
Hermione took a sharp in take of breath. Why did his words hurt so much? She was over him and Harry. She was over those crushes. She was over those friends.
"Is that a hickey?" Ron demanded.
Hermione went to the mirror and gasped. She turned around, her eyes fearful.
"So, you like it rough? Enjoy being bitten?" Ron snarled. "Well, if you'd told me when we went out in fifth year I would've given it rough."
Hermione was now frightened. This wasn't the Ron Weasley she knew. The Ron Weasley she knew wouldn't hurt her this much. But her heart belied this comment. Of course! Ron was jealous beyond words.
Hermione was smashed against the wall, with Ron tearing at her clothes viciously. He tore her shirt to threads before starting on her pants.
"Ron!" Hermione sobbed. "Stop!"
Ron stopped his handiwork and glared at Hermione fiercely.
"You know what? You're not worth my time. I won't even bother. You're probably not even a good lay." Ron slapped Hermione hard and back off. "Lavender is much better than you. More co-operative."
Hermione curled into a ball and sobbed to herself, tears pouring down her face.
"Tell your boyfriend Malfoy that I don't think his little Gryffindor whore will be much good." Ron snarled before slamming the portrait closed.
Hermione cried to herself quietly. What in the world caused this change over Ron? Sure she wanted revenge, sure she hated him but she still felt for her friends, slightly. The sharp words merely buried the knife deeper and twisted it.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the stairs. Hermione was too afraid to look up and see Ron coming to yell more. She merely controlled her tears and ordered them to stop. Hermione had learned to do that over the summer holidays.
The tears stopped and Hermione wiped them onto her torn blouse. She closed her eyes and tried not to look at the person who was in front of her.
"Granger? Did Weasley just try to RAPE you?"
Hermione lifted her head and was relieved to see Draco sitting there.
"Oh Draco!" Hermione flung her arms around his neck. "I can't believe he'd even try that!"
"Hush Hermione. We'll get him first. He'll be the first to go down. His death will be the first. The war is coming soon and he'll pay then." Draco soothed.
Hermione smiled. A wicked, evil smile crept across her lips. Yes, Weasley would pay. She'd kill him.
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A/N: I dunno. I just felt like throwing that in. Ron's just got MAJOR mood swings. You know. He's always throwing tantrums about SOMETHING, so I figured he'd get really angry to see Hermione and Draco in the SAME ROOM. He's jealous because he thinks that Malfoy is going to get Hermione's virginity when he had TRIED but FAILED to do that a year ago. So, I figure that you know, I'd do that. It was interesting! Anyway, now Hermione has a BIGGER reason to hate Ron and Harry.