Disclaim Her: Ron Weasley is sooooo hot! -drool-
Chapter 17: He is NOT fucking me!
"Harry, I've been thinking."
Hermione approached me inthe empty common room the next day after breakfast.
"Yeah? What about?"
"Well, that book said that Daemons' powers only manifest after they die, and as far as I know, you haven't developed any new ones yet, right?"
I grimaced, remembering that I had yet to tell my friends about my new 'abilities'. "Actually, Hermione, I kind of forgot to tell you..."
"You have gotten powers?" I was already regretting deciding to tell her.
I nodded, and winced when she started screaming. It was a good thing we weren't surrounded by people, or my cover would have been blown.
"And you didn't tell us? This is important, Harry!" She was shaking in anger. I was a little angry myself, but was more curious about what put Hermione in that mood. All thoughts of concern flew out the window, however, when she continued in a different tone. "I bet you told Malfoy already, haven't you? Since you trust him so much more than us! Do you tell him everything that you won't tell us while he's fucking you?"
That was it. I snapped. I stood up, livid, and stalked toward Hermione. She was almost cowering, and I vaguely noticed that my eyes were burning. It would not surprise me to find out that another 'power' had chosen this moment to appear.
"How dare you," I hissed. "assume that you, of all people, have the right to say those things to me. I don't know what made you turn into a bitch all of a sudden, but you had damn well better get over it. Yes, I got new abilities. No, I did not tell you. And no, just for your information, I have not told Malfoy yet." I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get my magic, which was swirling around me, under control. It would not be a good idea to lose control and kill Hermione, no matter how angry I was at her. After all, killing someone was surely worth expulsion, even if I was the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die. I looked at her in contempt. "I am tempted to tell you to go away and never speak to me again."
"Harry." She was pleading with me. "Please don't. I don't know what came over me, I just- I feel like I'm being out of the loop, and I hate not being told what's going on."
"That is no reason for attacking me, Hermione. If you're going to do this every time you think you're not being told something..."
"I'm not, Harry, I promise! I just hate the thought that you'd go to him before you'd come to us. It doesn't seem fair."
"Well, after this, I'll be sure to go to him first. At least he's reasonable most of the time, unlike some people I could mention."
Hermione was crying. And I just couldn't feel anything but a burning hatred for her. "I am going to leave now. You will not talk to me for the rest of the day, and if you try, I cannot promise that you will leave uninjured. Do you understand?"
She nodded meekly, and I left, glaring at a couple of first years entering through the portrait hole. They backed away from me in what could only be fear, and I smirked, amused. I was unsure about what had brought on this sudden personality change in me, but I got the feeling it wasn't just teenage hormones.
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It was later on that Ron approached me in the hallway.
"Harry? Do you know why Hermione is so upset?"
"As a matter of fact, I do, and I'm not sorry to say that the main reason she's so upset is because of me."
"What did you do?" He was shifting anxiously, almost like he was ready to run if necessary.
"Well, let's see, I retaliated violently when she insulted me in a way that I wold not tolerate, and I'm pretty sure that I terrified her with my evil glowy eyes."
"Your eyes glow now? Cool!"
I snorted. That's Ron for you. Totally ignore everything else I said and focus on the glowing eyes.
"If you would listen, I said I'm pretty sure. And aren't you the least bit angry at me for terrorizing your girlfriend?"
Ron started as if I had surprised him with something. "She's not my girlfriend. We kind of decided after the whole you-locking-us-in-the-closet thing that we weren't really right for each other. I mean, she's got her Victor, and I've got...well..."
"Astunningpersonality?"
"Shut up, Harry. And about the other thing, I figure she must have said something pretty bad to make you get angry."
"You're damn right it was bad!" I put forth indignantly."Not only did she start screaming at me for forgetting to tell her something, she also insinuated that Malfoy is the one fucking me!"
I think it was too much for Ron to handle. He choked on the chocolate frog he had been eating, and Luna Lovegood, who had just come out of a nearby classroom,decided to use the Heimlich manuever on him. He was okay physically, but I wasn't so sure about his pride.
I just wanted to add that schood is starting, so it might take me a little longer to come out with the chapters, since I won't have eighteen hours a day to type.