Sumer's Secrets Chapter 2: pain in the neck, a harry potter fanfic

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Summers Secrets

Chapter: Two

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Ron's expression still haunted Hermione. It was so confusing,

how could he like some one so much who is so. . . Evil. She couldn't,

nor wanted, to understand how someone who claims to be one of her

Best friends could be with someone who had mocked her for years. It

made no sense, and Hermione could make sense out of anything.

Winning a fight between herself and Lavender is something

Hermione has always wanted to do. That, and punch Malfoy flat in the

face, but jeez, she's already done that! "What's wrong?" Came the caring

dear voice of none other than Harry Potter. Hermione looked up from

her trance, she was sitting in the living room, staring at the fire place, all

alone. "Nothing." She said with a yawn. "I'm just tired, that's all."

Harry took the seat next to Hermione still wondering what was

wrong. It wasn't like Hermione to be all alone without a huge book of

some sort laid atop her lap. Hermione's long straightened hair fell into

her eyes, revealing her neck. On her neck was a clearly visible wound. It

looked as if her neck had been sliced, and not to long ago at that. Harry

gasped as he lay eye on the almost open wound. He stared at it for what

seemed an Eternity before, finally, someone broke his trance.

"Eeeewww!" came the shrill, and annoying, voice of none other

than Lavender. "What is that?" Lavender called toward Hermione. Harry

turned around to see Lavender in a very revealing swimsuit. He looked

up at her, his eyes widened, and he turned away. Hermione, reacting to

Lavender noticing the wound on her neck, sheturned around and stood

up to face her. When she laid eyes on the almost nude, almost seventeen

year old. She let out a load yelp, And fell backwards onto the wooden floor.

Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny played Quitich outside. But at the

sound of Hermione's short scream, they all came rushing in to see what

had happened. By the time they had entered the living room Lavender and

Hermione were screaming at each other, Harry just sat back and

watched, with a very visible smirk on his face. "Oh please!" Lavender

screamed. "You envy me! You know you couldn't pull this off!" She

continued pointing to her chest, indicating her suit. Hermione, of course,

retaliated, "If I wasWearing that, then no, I wouldn't pull it off. And I'm

hoping you won't either! I'm already scared for life, we don't want to see

you go streaking." Ginny giggled, and Fred and George looked at each

other, smiling from ear to ear. Lavender heard Ginny, and got even more

enraged, and she took it all out on Hermione.

"You dim witted whore!" Lavender screamed.

"Ha! I'm the whore, look at what your wearing, and you just said you

were about to pull it off. This is not Jerry Springer, Lavie!" Hermione

stood, hands Crossed, as calm and collected as anyone could be.

Lavender, on the other hand, was as red as the Weasley's hair.

"How does it feel, Hermione Granger?" Lavender began.

"To be an orphan?" Lavender began to walk closer to Hermione.

"I bet you killed them? Both of them. Just to watch their bodies

burn." Hermione looked Lavender dead in the eyes, her shoulders

tensing, her arms uncrossing, and her hands became fists, and she slightly

moved toward Lavender. She raised her hand, ready to swing, when out

of No ware Ginny cried out,

"Hermione! No! It's not worth it!"

Hermione, along with everyone else,except Lavender, looked over at

Ginny, wondering why she cried out.

Lavender took for granted Hermione not paying her any attention.

She advanced forward, Swinging as hard as she possibly could at

Hermionie's neck. Hermione fell to the ground hard, holding on to her

now bleeding neck. Hermione couldn't speak, nor scream, she could

barely move.The first person to notice Hermione was Mrs. Weasley. She

had come to bring everyone snacks. But at the sight of Hermione, and

the blood streaming out of her hand from ware she was grasping her

neck, made her shriek, and drop the tray. Everyone looked toward Mrs.

Weasley, then followed her gaze to Hermione, her eyes were closed, and

she was on her knees... ... ... ...

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