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Recap: Draco advanced to stand in front of her protectively, but the rest of the class was staring at Hermione, agape. In the brief moment that Ron had managed to pry her hand from her mouth, an answer had slipped from her lips.

"Draco Malfoy"

A Woman Scorned

There was a stunned silence. Even Snape couldn't think of a sarcastic comment to say. Draco was staring at her, only just realizing what she had said.

His lips parted, and his words came out in a disbelieving whisper. "You love me?" he asked.

Hermione did the only thing that came to mind. She ran. She ran to the Head common room, her mind numb with the consequences of her unwilling confession. Harry would hate her. Ginny would hate her. Draco would hate her. They would never forgive her.

She reached the common rooms, blurting out the password before rushing in. She needed to do something, but she couldn't think about what had just happened.

Hermione raised her wand "Accio Diary" she cast in a shaky voice. Two books flew to meet her, one from Draco's room and one from hers.

Surprised out of her numbness, she frowned at the two identical books in front of her. She grabbed them both, turning them over in her hands. Two diaries... one a duplicate...? She flipped open the cover of one, looking for the mark that couldn't be duplicated.

It was there. An intricate detail that she had painstakingly carved into the paper with her wand, ensuring that if a duplicate was to be made, then the mark wouldn't be reproduced. She opened the cover of the other, looking for the same mark. It wasn't there. In its place were two words, the same two words that she had just spoken.

"Draco Malfoy" she breathed, looking at the paper as the pieces clicked together. He had taken her diary. He had duplicated it. And he had read it.

She came to this conclusion just as the door clicked open. She whirled around to face a concerned Draco.

She advanced slowly, her hair cackling with electricity and her free hand itching towards her wand.

"You!" she hissed venomously. He took a step back, his eyes darting around and alighting on the books in her hands. A look of understanding flashed in his eyes, quickly followed by fear.

She advanced upon him, shoving the books at him. He dropped them on the floor, but Hermione paid no heed. "You read my diary!" she accused.

All she could think was that he was horrible. He had read her diary, and still led her on like that. He knew how she felt already, and he didn't drop her immediately. He led her on, and now he was going to pay.

She threw herself at him, forgetting entirely about her wand, kicking, scratching and clawing any part of him she could reach. He yelped and tried to fight her off, but her rage was enough to make her cling on to his flesh and attempt to rip it out of his body. Finally, he grabbed his wand and muttered a spell that blasted her back several paces.

She looked at him with crazed eyes and began throwing anything within arm's reach at him. He yelped and used his wand to deflect them. There were various crashes of vases and furniture as they narrowly missed the pureblood.

"You! I thought you had changed, you snotty-" she threw a vase "little" she hurled a silver candleholder at him "lying ferret boy!" she screamed, looking around for something else to throw.

She reached for her wand, finally remembering that she was a witch. Just as she was about to hex him, several people tumbled through the still-open doorway.

It was Harry, Ginny and Ron. They all surveyed the destructive scene. There was broken furniture and items strewn around the place, Draco at its centre, holding out his wand with a severely frightened look on his face. Hermione stood at the other end of the room, holding out her wand and breathing heavily as her hair fizzed all around her.

Hermione barely took any notice of them. "My diary! You bigoted bastard" she screeched like a banshee.

The rest of the students that were in potions filed into the room just as she said this, looking at the scene as well. Most of the girls stepped forward. "He read your diary?" Lavender asked.

No one paid her any attention. Draco took a step forward. "Hermione, it's not what you think" he pleaded, but Hermione was too far gone to care.

"Lacessores" she screeched, waving her wand in a figure-eight pattern. All the items that she had thrown wavered, and then rose in the air. The shards of broken pottery, bits of fractured furniture wood, everything rose in the air and then made a beeline for the startled pureblood.

He yelped, looking around as the items flew towards him. He ducked just as a jagged piece of glass went for his head. He ran for his room, waving his wand to open the door as he ran for it. He jumped inside and slammed the door after him as the items banged themselves against the door.

Hermione turned to the door, screaming over the thumping over the items. "Come out you coward!"

His frantic voice sounded over the noise "Hermione, please, listen to me!" he pleaded.

"Why should I? You've tormented me ever since I came here! I finally thought you'd changed, and then you do this!"

There was no reply but a startled noise. Apparently some of the things had found the window in his bedroom.

She breathed deeply, only just noticing the people in the room staring at her.

Normally she would be embarrassed, but these were not normal circumstances. "What are you staring at?" she asked.

Almost everyone fled from the room, with the exception of Ron, Ginny and Harry.

Ron was the first to speak. "So you've come to your senses and decided to go with me after all?" he asked smugly.

She glared at him. "No, you idiot!" she said. "You're even worse than him!" she said. She raised her wand again, another curse in her mind.

"Invito Aranea" she cast. Thousands of little hairy spiders flew out of her wand, heading for the red-headed idiot. His eyes widened as they scuttled for him, and he ran out of the room. The spiders followed him, a huge hoard.

There was only Harry, Ginny and Hermione in the room now.

Hermione collapsed into an armchair that had been too heavy for her to throw, exhausted. She was still furious at the both of them, but those spell had taken a lot out of her, especially with her emotional state.

Overreacting? Maybe. But I need this to happen for the (admittedly flawed) plot to work.