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Hurt Me - part 2
Hermione's POV
Another boring day so far, than we get our transfiguration tests back. I sit looking at mine, only one wrong answer, I'm confident I'm the best. Suddenly I hear a laughter behind me. Some Ravenclaw girl, it seams she got them all right and she's got a big smile on her face. Damit! She doesn't deserve it! She just got lucky.
So I'm pissed off the rest of the day, sulking in the corner of the classroom. I'd snap if anyone tried to talk to me, luckily none does. Unfortunately that leaves me alone with my thoughts. This is just like the time Potter got picked for the triwizard tournament. I should have been picked, not that four eyes… and he ended up cheating his way to victory.
Enough of that, I'm tired of thinking, life just isn't fair. The class ends and I remain sitting. I close my eyes and rest my head on the desk for a minute while everyone leaves the classroom. It's sort of pleasant, their sound, everyone is talking, so I can't really understand a word, and the screech of chairs and desks, relaxing... I feel someone put a paper in my hand.
I open my eyes to see Parkinson walking away, must have been her. Let's see what she wants. I unfold the paper. It says: Meet me behind the wall, after last class. Well, I just might, I conclude more jokingly.
After another boring class I crave anything to spark me back to life, so I go to her. I find her waiting behind the wall like she said and there's none else around again. "I guess you want me to hit you again?" I ask right away.
"Yes." She says quietly.
"Why me? Why not do it yourself?"
"It's much harder alone… I don't like it." She explains.
"Alright…" I say and shrug. "Well you better not tell anyone! Or you're gonna get it weather you want it or not."
"I understand, I won't tell, I swear."
"Good. You're not so bad when you're this obedient."
She frowns and looks at me like she wants to retort, but doesn't.
"So, you ready?" I ask.
She nods slightly shaking with excitement.
I kick her in the thigh not sparing any strength.
"Ahhh!" She cries out in pain, and gives me a look like she didn't expect that.
"That's gonna leave a mark." I add proudly.
"Yea, that was super strong." She agrees and pulls up her skirt. Sure enough there's a big black bruise forming on her leg.
Without another thought I grab her by the shoulders and ram my knee in her belly.
She falls down, hands and knees on the ground. "Oh fuck…" She says struggling to breathe, and even throws up a little.
I give her enough time to recover, than help her up. I clench my fist and land a few hits on her ribs and arms. She took it quite well.
"Now hit me in the face." She says suddenly. "Just don't break my nose…"
"Yea, that would be a shame, that pretty little pug nose." I say sarcastically.
"Hey!.." She protests but I punch her before she finishes the sentence.
"Damit!" I yell out. That was weak, and I think I hurt my hand. I need to learn to punch correctly. "Was that too weak?" I ask.
"It was ok." She mumbles still covering her mouth with both hands.
"Let me see." I move away her arms, there's a small bruise at the corner of her mouth. "I guess it wasn't so bad…"
Suddenly we hear voices coming from behind the wall.
"Fuck! We gotta go!" I whisper. "I go right, you left!"
"Alright." She says and I turn to leave but she grabs hold of my arm?
"What?" I ask in panic as the voices get closer.
"Tommorow? Same time?"
"Sure, now get the hell out of here! Move!"
She nods and starts walking in the agreed direction. I lean on the wall and watch her leave. It's hard to imagine this girl could go on for hours about mudbloods and how they're no better house elves, and now she does what I say, and even says please and thank you.
"Hey Granger, what are you doing here?" I hear as I turn around to leave.
It's one of my roommates with her two friends. "None of your business!" I snap and go back to the castle. This was fun, knowing she agreed to everything I don't even feel guilty, and I can't wait for tomorrow.
End of part 2-