Forbidden Love - Dramione (ON HOLD)

Chapter 25

(A/N) i 💜 u
Loves,
~Iresine

Hermione

     I gasped sharply, biting my lip so hard the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. I didn't care that it hurt. That's the whole point! The more pain there is on the outside, the less pain on the inside. I bit harder and harder, while my vision blurred more and more by the tears that were so annoyingly persistent.

     He had said that to me before. On the train, the first time we meet each other. I didn't think too much of it at the time. Just some petty insult by an immature kid. Nevertheless, I looked it up.

     I was horrified.

     I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning, I vowed to never let his words get to me again. Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me, right?

     Sometimes I wonder why humans are so stupid. Whoever made that phrase had obviously never been in a situation like mine before. Okay, a stranger calls you a mean name. It stings, but you don't really care, because they're just a stranger. But when someone... someone who you know, someone who you've shared happy memories with, someone you thought had really changed... it... it really hurts.

     The look on Malfoy's face before the Gryffindors practically jumped on him was one of surprise, like he didn't know that he would be saying it, or how hurtful it was. Or maybe he was just surprised that the Gryffindors were about to tear him apart, limb by limb, but it didn't matter. The deed had been done.

     I couldn't believe that I had actually trusted him for a moment.

     A trail of heat made its way down my face, and I cursed myself for being so weak. I swiped at my face with my palm and looked at the blur of green that was the ground, my head feeling light. The world felt like it was rolling beneath my feet. My thoughts were as blurred as my vision. The noises of the world were blurry too. A loud bang, like a gunshot, pierced the air, and I looked up to see Ron barfing up something. I couldn't see it clearly, because, you know, my eyes were, um, sweating. It must've been really disgusting though, because everyone screamed an, "Eugh!" in unison, before the people in green doubled over laughing and the people in red took a step back and stared silently.

     "We'd better get him to Hagrid's," Harry said bravely, although he looked a little green. "It's nearest."

     I nodded, blinking rapidly to clear the tears, and helped Harry haul Ron to his feet. The little blonde boy that always clung to Harry like some leech jumped around us, talking rapidly, but I didn't bother to listen. I couldn't really listen, anyway. All that I could hear was one word, repeated over and over in my head.

     Mudblood. Mudblood.

     I was startled when Harry suddenly yelped and dashed behind some bushes, dragging Ron forcefully with him. I followed in somewhat of a daze. I saw Lockhart walk out of Hagrid's cabin, talking loudly about his book or something. I didn't really care. Ron made a gagging noise and barfed up something on my shoe. I looked down. Now that I was closer, I could see that it was a slug. Slimy and puke-green, it sat like some giant booger on my black Mary-Janes. I just sent it flying into the trees with a kick. Normally, I would've screamed and made a big fuss about it, but I didn't feel like it.

     I didn't feel like anything.

     Harry waited until Lockhart was out of sight, then dragged Ron up to Hagrid's door and knocked loudly. Hagrid opened it a moment later with a sour expression, but he brightened when he saw who it was.

     "Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in -thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again-"

   They set Ron onto a chair and took one for themselves. Hagrid set - well, plunked was the better word - a large copper basin in front of Ron, and went to make tea for them. Hagrid and Harry chatted, Ron hurled into the basin, and I stared out the window, not paying attention to anything, my eyes fixed on the white puffy clouds that were drifting lazily through the bright blue background. Something that Harry said registered in my clouded mind, and I turned to the group.