Sorry for not showing any signs of life, but I´ve just been really occupied the last few weeks. Anyway, I created this story because of a message I got on Wattpad from Usamah Aziz, where she asked me if I could write a love story between Harry and Hermione. So here we go, enjoy!
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Harry walked in an empty hallway, finding it soothing with a minute alone. Malfoy had reached another level of cruelty and stupidity. He hadn´t decided if the ferret was just evil like his father and on a good way to become a death eater, or stupid and immature. He could have stood up to it, if it wasn´t for Ronny and Hermione; their snogging began getting on his nerve. Holding hands and kissing in public. Sure they hid behind a column, but he could still hear them, and it was probably, if even, worse.
Cho hadn´t really talked to him in a while, but he didn´t find it painful as he had before – at least not when Hermione was there. She understood him, in a way Ron never would have. Screw Malfoy, it was his fault he felt like this; empty and alone. When he had looked at Ron and Hermione earlier, he had decided to go and speak to Cho, but now he didn´t feel like it. He was better of without her. Everyone expected him, the chosen one, to be something different, extraordinary. But they didn´t want to come to close, they wanted to look inside him, to analyse and to gossip, but never come really close. Well, except his best friends and off course some pats of Dumbledore´s Army, but even they doubted him. So what was he supposed to do? He thought.
“Hey, what happened to you?” A voice from behind spoke, it was Ron.
“Oh, so now you care?” He spat, but regretted his words at once.
Ron looked taken a back, but recovered quickly. “Fine, sooth yourself.” He said.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I´ve done that all my life, not as if you know.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Ron said, his ears crimson.
“I am sure your smart enough to figure it out.” He said, scowling.
“Screw you.” Ron said, and walked away.
“Yeah, go back to your snuggling, while I am here, trying to figure out how to fight Voldemort!” Harry shouted after him. Ron didn´t turn around, and Harry felt this anger inside; bubbling beneath the surface. He wanted to punch something anything. And then, what he needed the least appeared.
“Wow Potter, that was harsh, even for you.” Malfoy said, grinning.
“Get lost Malfoy.” He replied, wanting to wipe that smirk of his face.
“Well I did know you had issues, especially after what happened; in the Tri Wizard tournament. I am even surprised you came back to school, but hey, we all have to bee surprised one time.”
“I am serious Malfoy, I am not in the mood. Go and find someone else to bug, since you are so good at it.” He said, fighting the urge to hit him.
“No thanks, I am good.” Malfoy said. “You know, you could just give up you know; go back to that mud blood mother of yours. I am sure she will be happy to see you; at least then you don´t have to go around and share your trash with everyone.”
“I said get lost!” Harry said and drew out his wand, breathing heavily. Malfoy was just as quick, and their curses hit at the exact same time.
“Expelliarmus!”
“POTTER!” A voice came from behind, and his stomach sank as he felt the chilly feeling of Snape´s presence. He closed his eyes and sighed with frustration. “Malfoy, get lost, I´ll take care of Potter.” Snape barked. The last thing Harry saw off Draco Malfoy was his sly grin, before disappearing out of sight.
“Professor it wasn´t-“ Harry began, but where cut of before he could finish.
“Enough boy, before I make sure you never set a foot at the quiditch pitch again!” Snape barked.
Harry bit his tongue, hard, to stop himself from objecting. Snape was his absolute worst teacher, now more than ever. When he first met him, when he was eleven, he had been sure Snape couldn´t get any worse, but now he was convinced Snape had gotten worse over the years. Sure he had always taken the Slytherins party, but now he made sure Gryffindors were punished almost every day. He wondered how pleased Snape would get if some of the old methods of punishment were reinstated. Of coure it would never happen, but he remembered Filch telling them stories about it when he led them to Hagrid in the middle of the night.
Harry plumped down in the hard chair he so often had spent his free period in, at Snape´s office.
“First you wander off at night and claim to have faught the Dark Lord as a first year, then you arrive in a flying car, help Sirius Black escape, put your name in the Goblet of Fire, and now this; fighting with innocent students in the halls. A very serious crime-“
“You know I didn´t put my name in that cup, and you know Sirius is-“
“Details…” Snape waved his protests away with one hand.
“But-“
“I said enough!” Snape barked, and Harry shut his mouth.
“Now, let´s see; 30 points from Gryffindor, and I give you two weeks worth of detention.”
“But Gryffindor is playing against Slytherin on Saturday-“ He protested.
A corner of Snape´s mouth turned a little bit upwards. “I am sure you can let that friend of yours, lets see; ah yes, Wealup, isn´t it?”
“Weasley.” Harry said, knowing Snape´s very well knew his best friends name.
“Yes that´s it.” Snape said, with a faked enthusiasm.
“But professor it is unfair-“ Once again he was interrupted by Snape, who enjoyed causing Harry injustice.
When Harry finally was allowed to leave he was so angry, he was sure he would attack the stone floor. He stared at it with hatred, and pictured Snape and Malfoy beat each other up. Ron appeared in his mind, blood dripping from his nose. For a while Harry enjoyed the sight, before he remembered that Ron was his best friend, and Mrs Weasley, his best friends mother, and quickly recovered.
“Harry, we were worried. You didn´t come back after dinner.” Hermione said, jumping of from Ron´s lap; they had obviously talked about him.
“Do you know what; why don´t you keep me out as a subject, and leave me the hell alone.” He said, and sprinted upstairs.
Harry crashed down on his pillow and shut all thought out, ignoring Ron when he walked in twenty minutes later.
