BookwormMalfoy thanks for the review I have tried so let me know if the paragraphing is still not OK.. enjoy readers XOXO

It wasn't just once it was more than that, more than she could ignore. Every time she walked away other girls crowded him like a vultures over dead meat. After school, before lunch and even outdoors, maybe it was because he exudes such a vibrant and bright aura. She liked that about him, he was cocksure all the time but it was never overrated. It suited him, no; it was a part of him. Hermione was confused she wanted him to be carefree but she didn't want him wandering off. She liked his smile but not when it made other girls around them melt like wax. She wanted him to pay attention to her but not if it made others glare at her. She tried to close her eyes to it but to her, it felt like someone was pressing it against her. So when one day Draco was escorting her to the library she stopped fighting it, she let it seep into her. For a fraction it felt lighter she even smiled but then it gained weight until it was a solid rock on her chest, so heavy she couldn't walk. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" she heard him say. The answer materialized in her mind but got stuck in her throat. She was dizzy now and everything was blurred and spinning and every voice echoed. Then Pansy Parkinson walked pass them said something about a party. She was flirting so openly it made Hermione sick. Couldn't she see Hermione standing right next to him? How could she? Hermione felt invisible, transparent and translucent.

Then came the answer, from where the question had risen. Because you let her. You let all of them slime him up. You hinder and they think they can get away with it. Keep this up and they'll take him away with their fake laughs and exposed cleavages.

"What should I do to prevent it?" Hermione asked the voice.

Give them a blow they won't forget. Knock them out straight. Show them what they're up against. Announce your presence, announce your place.

The next moment the corridor rang with the heart clutching voice of Hermione's hand meet Pansy's cheek. "I'm done with putting up with this nonsense. I am sick of you bitches hovering around him like this, stop it. Can't you see me? Can't you see him with me? Enough."

Someone was calling her name out but she was running through corridors and doors after doors ignoring the ringing that issued from her head and her pocket.

She settled herself down on the floor of an unused classroom. The floor was cold but she felt colder inside. Her chest still hurt. She was crying from inside but she didn't know why the tears didn't cross her tear ducts. She was sure she had done the right thing but then why did she run away? Though one thing she knew she got right; she'd caused the storm, and ran away.

Her phone was buzzing in her skirt pocket. She fetched it out and took the call. It was Draco, she knew without looking. "What was that for? You just bitch slapped Parkinson and ran the hell away. You sounded like she was in the way..*sigh* where are you?" He said it all in two-part breathes. And his every syllable etched itself on her mind. He was making it sound like it was all her fault like she was the stupid one. "You sound like you enjoy it and like I was in her way Draco, in your way." her voice was so stern she knew that. She cut the line. The crack was there between them and it echoed loud and endlessly, consuming her tears and disposing of her anger of. In the spill that lay before her, Hermione Granger, realized that too many unanswered questions mixed with too many new quests and a pinch of too many crossed boundaries is one leap was the perfect recipe for a disaster.

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