A/N- There you have it. The third installment of Fearless. Rejoice and be merry, for it is a many splendored thing. Um. Yeah. Excuse my stealing of Moulin Rouge lines.
Disclaimer- 'Nuff said.
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-Fearless-
-Chapter III-
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'So what if I am afraid?' Hermione mused, almost to herself. 'Everyone's afraid of something.'
'True, oh honourable one, but you just won't admit it. Or perhaps you can't.' Malfoy's tone was light and conversational, he barely looked up from his work to talk.
It was only a couple minutes before the end of class, and Hermione had spent almost the whole lesson mulling over their last conversation. She wasn't quite sure why Malfoy's comment had bothered her so much. After all, it wasn't as if it was true. It shouldn't bother her, she shouldn't let it. Still, she couldn't seem to help herself.
'Of course I can admit to my fears. Don't be ridiculous!'
'Fine then, Gryffindor Goddess Divine, tell me what you're afraid of.'
'I- well… I- I don't much like heights.' The statement sounded more like a question than anything else.
'That, omnipotent one, just proves my point. You're terrified of risks. You're so afraid you'll screw up that you can't live your life properly.'
'Who are you to tell me whether or not I'm living my life properly? I have everything I've ever wanted.' Hermione gripped her quill tightly in her fist and clenched her jaw.
'Ah yes, Hermione, but are you happy?'
The quill snapped.
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