Dramione - Hate Is A Strong Word

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

~Draco’s POV~

     After Hermione left, I walked back to Blaise, who was talking at me for ages; he was oblivious that my mind was elsewhere. When he finally looked up, he soon realised I wasn’t listening,

“Just go to her, I can see you want to.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, course. I don’t want to be hanging around with some soft, loved-up fool anyway. It’ll ruin my reputation.” He grinned.

“Hey, I’m not soft.” I answered, and quickly added, “And I’m not loved-up either.”

He raised his eyebrows in return, “Sure.”

As I walked away from him, he made kissy faces at me. I rolled my eyes, laughing and turned around to head out the hall.

I got to the fifth floor and a heard a low growl of a male voice. Quickening my strides, I rounded the corner, to see Hermione and Ron kissing passionately. I felt nauseated. However, I quickly realised Hermione was trying to push him away. He was just too strong. She was stuck and her wand had rolled across the floor.

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~Hermione’s POV~

     After pushing at Ron, for what felt like hours, he suddenly flew off me. Startled, I looked around. Draco was stood over Ron, who was now lay uncomfortably on the floor. Draco had knocked him down. From the look in Draco’s eye, I could tell he was seething, and was just about to attack Ron. I would have let him, if it wasn’t for the realisation that hit me. I grabbed my wand and stood in front of Draco, blocking Ron from him.

“Draco, no.” I said sternly, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look my in the eye.

“But he deserves to be-”

“I know that.” I cut him off, he looked confused.

I turned round, Ron was attempting to stand up.

Up until now I had tried my best to ignore the fact that Ron had changed completely. I let him carry on, because I didn’t want to accept the painfully obvious truth; he wasn’t the person I had grown up with any longer. He had turned spiteful, cold and evil.

Briskly walking towards him, I scowled in his face.

“Never.”

“Speak.”

“To.”

“Me.” I hissed slowly as I brought my arm back, fist clenched.

“Again.” On that count I fiercely swung my arm forwards smacking him on the nose, with a crack, he stumbled back, clutching his face in agony.

He always was soft.

I advanced on him. “In case you didn’t understand.” I raised my wand threateningly, “We are over!” And with that I spun round. But before I walked away, I couldn’t resist. “Avis” I muttered, conjuring a flock of birds. I faced Ron menacingly, slowly raising my wand and pointing it at him “Oppugno!” instantaneously the flock descended upon him at immense speed. Slamming into him, they began pecking at every part of him they could reach.

I turned and walked away, down the corridor and through the door. Relief consumed me. I was free. I had finally accepted the truth.