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Chapter 5: Insensitive
Do What You Have To Do
What ravages of spirit
Conjured this temptuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of love
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do ...
And I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
Every moment marked
With apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
Trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
But I have the sense to recognize
That I don't know how
To let you go
I don't know how
To let you go
A glowing ember
Burning hot
Burning slow
Deep within I'm shaken by the violence
Of existing for only you
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
And I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
Hermione was studying her textbooks, for the 8th time, just to make sure she hadn't missed anything, quietly in her room with her Muggle satellite radio playing in the background, but she barely noticed it. She was too busy wondering how long it would take for Fred and George to make the customized prank things she had requested. She checked her Wizarding Weather Watch for the fifth time that afternoon. She had bought it for it's novelty at Diagon Alley the last time she was there, and it was proving to be quite helpful. Right now she was using it to tell what time the sun would go down. She had 19 minutes. She couldn't sit still any longer. She got up, turned off her radio, and started down towards the lake. 'I wonder why he wanted to meet me here of all places? And what was with that whole library thing? He just keep acting weirder and weirder. I don't think I'll ever figure him out, though I'm not really sure I want to...' she thought while going through the twists and turns of the Hogwarts corridors, not even needing to really pay attention to where she was headed because of the familiarity. Or at least that's what she thought.
Since she wasn't looking where she was going because she was so deep in thought, she didn't notice the body in her way until she rammed into it. "Watch it, Granger!" snarled a familiar voice, but she just couldn't think of it's owner for some reason, so she looked up.
"Zabini?" she said in a far away voice.
"What's wrong with you, Head Girl?" Blaise Zabini asked in a mocking tone. "And where are those idiotic cronies of yours? They aren't flanking your sides as usual." His face slowly turned into an evil grin as he seemed to get a delicious idea. "A beautiful girl such as yourself shouldn't be all alone like this. You never know what sleaze-balls might be wandering about." He lightly ran a finger down from her temple to her collar bone.
Suddenly very much aware of what this man was about to do, she tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm and swung her hard into his body and pushed her up against a wall. "What? You don't like me?" he whispered into her ear, so close she could feel the humidity of his breath on her earlobe.
"Please, don't do this. Just leave me alone," Hermione pleaded, as she slowly reached into her pocket to get her wand. The imbecile had forgotten to pin her arms down. He didn't notice the minute movements she was making. Pinning her to the wall with his body, he reached up and placed his hands into her cloud-soft hair. Leaning his head in, he smelled her with what could only be considered carnivorous enthusiasm, like a dog being handed evidence to sniff before it starts to track a suspect. Finally her hand gripped her wand and she didn't hesitate to pull it out and point it at his head, right in the cavity that led to his ear drum. "Let me go this instant or I'll cast the largest and most direct Confusius Charm that has ever been seen." Grudgingly he backed up and left. 'She will pay for that,' he thought as he trudged away.
'Well that was close! Now what time is it?- Oh no the sun went down 5 minutes ago! Malfoy'll think I'm standing him up!' she thought as she started to run. 'Wait a second! Why do I care if he thinks I stood him up?' She never slowed down, even as these thoughts ran through her head. She decided to not look too far into it because she didn't want to have to admit to anything traitorous, even if she was the only one who would know.
When she finally arrive, she was completely out of breath and collapsed, gracefully mind you, on the huge rock where Malfoy was sitting. As she tried to catch her breath, she arranged herself so that she was sitting in a manner that said 'Don't even ask', but, being Malfoy and not knowing when to leave well enough alone, he just had to ask, "What took you so long? I was going to leave in a minute."
"One...of your...Slytherin buddies...decided to see if he could...get any out of me, but I...got away...from the dumb git..."she gasped out as she tried to get control of her breathing.
"Who?" he asked in a dangerous tone. He didn't like that one of his own would do that to anyone, especially his girl...Did he just think of her as 'his girl'? Not good, not good at all.
"Blaise Zabini," she breathed.
That just made it worse. Blaise was supposed to be his best mate, and now he's going off doing this kind of shit? "Can you tell me what exactly happened?" he asked kinder than Hermione would have thought possible.
Finally having caught her breath, she started, "I was walking down the hallway, lost in my thoughts, when I bumped into him. He asked me where Harry and Ron were, and then got this annoying smirk across his face and told me that a beautiful girl like me shouldn't be wandering the halls otherwise some slimy git might get bad ideas. I tried to leave, but he caught my arm and slammed me against the wall and pressed his body to mine. Then the creep sniffed my hair, but by then I had my wand in my hand because the bloody idiot forgot to hold my arms. I thought he was smarter than that. Guess I was wrong. Well anyway, I pointed my wand at his head and threatened him. He let me go, so I ran down here to meet up with you."
"I just wish I would've been able to catch him in the act, so that I could have smashed his head in. Oh well, but that's nothing I can't do later when there's more people to humiliate him with," he commented, already having ideas running about in his head. That brought a smile to his face. "Although you can help if you want. I mean he did the offense to you, so you have that right. You could probably come up with some ideas that I would never think of."
"Thank you, and I do believe I would like to help. The man deserves what's coming to him. Now, what was it that you wanted? I mean I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't call me down here to just shoot the breeze, so what did you want with me that you couldn't tell me in the library?" she inquired, remembering how they came to be by the lake just after dark. Just then it hit her that since they were outside the castle and it was approximately 7:45 PM, they were pretty well guaranteed to be alone.
"I-I wanted...to ask you something..." he murmured, suddenly very unsure of himself.
"Well, get on with it. I would like to eat dinner you know," she pressured, rather surprised in his sudden turn of attitude. He couldn't possibly be nervous, could he?
"I, uh, do you want to-" he stumbled over his words as if he were Neville Longbottom.
"Hurry up! I have places to go and mail to receive." Of course comments like that made him even more unsure of himself. He had to count to ten and get his mind clear before he could speak again.
"Hermione, I want to call a truce. I know I've treated you lower than the dirt beneath my shoes for the past 6 years, but I would ask you to see past that. We need to get along this year, if just to complete our jobs as Heads. We could even continue to act as we always have in front of every one else, if that's what you want," he said finally. "I just want for you to have a chance to see the real me."
"After all you've put me through the 6 long years, you want me to forgive you just like that. Do you realize all you've done and how it effected me? Do you even have any idea? Why do you think I try so hard in school, huh? Because nit-wits like you make comments about me being a Mudblood! I do it to prove all you racists, chauvinistic, pureblood-obsessed prats that I'm just as good, if not better, then all of you! I have to be brilliant! I have to be right! Otherwise it just proves everything you say to be true! Do you think I don't know why you chose now of all times to ask for my forgiveness? I know that I've changed! I know I'm not plain old Mudblood Granger anymore! Now I'm hot Mudblood Granger, which makes me just good enough to fuck and be done with! Well, just because I'm prettier doesn't make me any less intelligent! I know what you're like and how you treat girls, and I don't want any!" And with that she turned on her heal and headed back to the castle, leaving a very stunned Malfoy behind.
She entered the Great Hall like a bat from Hell. She stormed over to where Harry and Ron were sitting, plopped down, and just sat there and scowled. She failed to notice that practically half the hall was staring at her. When she finally lifted her head and noticed all their eyes on her, she stood up and said, "What?" in her normal level, but harsh enough that it carried to any pair of ears that were even remotely concentrated on her. Everyone turned and started again to give their meals their attention, though most still tried to listen for what ever was going on with the Head Girl.
"'Mione, what's wrong?" Harry whispered in a low voice to her.
"Stupid bloody gits who think one little sentence can remove pain inflicted for 6 years. That's what's wrong," she replied, her words dripping with malice. Everyone who managed to catch the statement muttered, "Malfoy," and since almost half the hall qualified in that category, the name filled the room like an eerie chant.
"What did that jerk do to you this time, 'Mione? I'll pulverize him!" Ron asked.
"Ron, I told you that I can handle my own, and I meant it. When I'm done with him, he'll wish he never returned to Hogwarts this year," Hermione said with a tone that made everyone squirm in their seats.
"I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of her wand right now," Ginny whispered to Luna, who emphatically nodded her head.
That night Hermione received an owl from Weasley Wizard Wheezes that went as follows:
Dear Hermione,
Thank you for owling us. We have to admit, we were really surprised when we read your request, but we have to admit that Malfoy is always a good cause, plus you're family, so we'll do it for free. Give us about three days to get it together and mailed. What you ask of us is the most ingenious prank we have ever heard, which means you obviously thought of it. I hope it works the way you want it, but we give you our 100 percent satisfaction guaranteed warranty. If by some odd twist of fate our product doesn't work out, we'll mail you a pile of pranks known to be tried and true favorites that equal the same amount of galleons as the prank you ordered (if you were paying that is).
Let us know if you ever have need of any more of our services. It will always be free because you're our favorite girl to have ever yelled at our idiot brother, and Lord knows he always needs it. Keep up the good work.
Love, your favorite set of pranksters,
Fred and George, Owners, Managers, and Inventors of Weasley Wizard Wheezes
She couldn't help but smile after that. She could here them speaking as she read. They seemed to really enjoy their job. It was, after all, what they always wanted to do. 'Three days isn't that bad. He'll even probably let his guard down if I don't do anything in the immediate future. Yes, I do believe that this will be perfect,' she mused. 'This is going to be the second largest prank pulled off at Hogwarts. The twins themselves hold the record of course with their pranks on Umbridge in fifth year. They always were the masters.'
She went to sleep that night thinking about how glorious this victory would be and what the expression on Malfoy's face will be.
The next day Hermione awoke and took a bath, knowing it was Sunday so she didn't have to rush. When she was done with her bath, she went to her room and picked out a electric blue t-shirt with a neon yellow stripe running along the chest area, a black miniskirt, and black tie-on heels.(A/N-This outfit is in honor of by beloved sister, who owns the shirt and probably the skirt too, but hates her knees so in the closet it stays.) She put a minor de-frizzing charm on her hair, tied it back, and put on a little make-up. Just the basics mind you, this is Hermione we're talking about. After a quick check in the mirror, she headed down to breakfast.
She sat down by Ron and across from Ginny and Harry and started filling her plate with food. Harry and Ron were deep in one of their conversations about Quidditch, so she didn't even try. Ginny, it seemed, was interested in what they were saying. Seeing her options, she started eating her breakfast in silence, giving up the hope for a descent conversation. Why couldn't she have friends who were obsessed with school work instead of Quidditch?
Hermione got that odd sensation of being watched and turned around to see Malfoy staring a hole in the back of her head. He seemed to be deep in thought about something. 'He's probably thinking about what happened yesterday,' she realized. 'Well, I guess there's no law against looking... it's unnerving though.' She turned back around and tried to forget that he was there, which never really worked out.
A/N- So that's the next chapter! Hope you liked it! Review me please!
Riley Malfoy- The cinnamon apples thing came from me eating a green apple. I didn't think of them as stalkers, but yeah it does seem like it doesn't it? so sad
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