My True Hate's Baby.
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,779
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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My True Hates Baby.
My True Hate's Baby.
A/N* I wrote this sometime during the beginning of last year, its only the two chapters, (one of which i shall put up soon) but now that I’ve found it (clearing out all my crap from the computor room) i can hopefully continue it! Enjoy~
Chapter One.
Waiting.
I wish I could be
Somebody else
I wish I could see
You and myself
Wish there was something inside me
To keep you beside me and
Say what you really feel
You know I need
Something that's real
I wish there was something inside me
To keep you beside me
Keeper, Yellowcard
I tapped my pencil against the book, the repetitive motion was somewhat soothing.
Ron was late, again.
When was he going to learn that I wasn’t Lavender.
I DID care when he was late.
I was not just books and flesh.
Sighing, I got up, paced to the fire, and stared into its Scarlett depths.
The heat rose in the air, covering my face in a comforting sort of warmth.
I stared at my watch.
1:30 AM
He said he was going to be back at 11pm. Latest.
How long does Quidditch practice take?
Harry hadn't even gone with him, which I found slightly odd, seeing as he was captain and all.
I placed my worries aside, I was just overreacting, everything was fine.
As I stared into the swirling flames, I thought about my relationship with Ron.
When I'd first kissed him, it was magic. I felt 'whole'.
After fighting Voldemort, Ron had asked me to 'go with him' straight away.
And When We had decided to come and finish our education, we made a promise to each other, never to cheat, never to lie.
We were in love.
I was deep, deep in love.
But lately I'd been wondering about Ron.
After I'd denied his first advances, saying I wasn't ready, he had been slightly cold.
I assumed it was because of my rejection.
But he wouldn't sulk for 6 weeks would he?
He's been strangely distant.
His kisses seemed like he wasn't that into it.
His touches seemed less loving.
He never told me he loved me anymore.
I wasn’t sure what was happening.
But I'm sure we would work it out.
Because we loved each other.
Right?
~
I had just nodded off when Ron pushed through the common room door, an indignant Fat Lady chastising him in the background.
"You shouldn't be back this late, look at you, you’ll be a mess tomorrow, and not to mention me, you know, paintings need their sleep."
I had to smile at her rantings, but then I turned to Ron, and the smile died on my lips.
He was sweaty, topless, clearly exhausted, but what had me most worried, was his clear lack of a broomstick.
The alarm bells went off in my head.
Ron looks.
He looks.
Like he just had sex.
I Sat down, dizzy.
Ron grinned at me.
"Okay hun?" he said jovially.
No, I’m Not all right! You're 4 hours late! You've just been shagged by who knows. Yeah. I’m being cheated on by the love of my life!
I wanted to shout.
But I didn’t.
Instead I nodded my head glumly, and Ron shrugged, and walked over to kiss me goodnight.
"Seeya in the morning hun," He smirked, then jogged towards his dorm.
I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach when I rubbed my fingers on my lips.
It was lipstick.
Only a faint hint, but it was still there.
Not mine. I never wore lipstick.
I raised them to my face.
Bright pink.
He was cheating on me.
With Lavender Brown.
I slumped down.
He was lying to me.
The thoughts ran through my head.
Spinning.
Tumbling.
And he didn't even care.
I closed my eyes and let the night have me.
A/N*
Review.
Please?
Just a little one.
Otherwise i dont know how you feel, or whether i should continue!
xx
ThatKid
A/N* I wrote this sometime during the beginning of last year, its only the two chapters, (one of which i shall put up soon) but now that I’ve found it (clearing out all my crap from the computor room) i can hopefully continue it! Enjoy~
Chapter One.
Waiting.
I wish I could be
Somebody else
I wish I could see
You and myself
Wish there was something inside me
To keep you beside me and
Say what you really feel
You know I need
Something that's real
I wish there was something inside me
To keep you beside me
Keeper, Yellowcard
I tapped my pencil against the book, the repetitive motion was somewhat soothing.
Ron was late, again.
When was he going to learn that I wasn’t Lavender.
I DID care when he was late.
I was not just books and flesh.
Sighing, I got up, paced to the fire, and stared into its Scarlett depths.
The heat rose in the air, covering my face in a comforting sort of warmth.
I stared at my watch.
1:30 AM
He said he was going to be back at 11pm. Latest.
How long does Quidditch practice take?
Harry hadn't even gone with him, which I found slightly odd, seeing as he was captain and all.
I placed my worries aside, I was just overreacting, everything was fine.
As I stared into the swirling flames, I thought about my relationship with Ron.
When I'd first kissed him, it was magic. I felt 'whole'.
After fighting Voldemort, Ron had asked me to 'go with him' straight away.
And When We had decided to come and finish our education, we made a promise to each other, never to cheat, never to lie.
We were in love.
I was deep, deep in love.
But lately I'd been wondering about Ron.
After I'd denied his first advances, saying I wasn't ready, he had been slightly cold.
I assumed it was because of my rejection.
But he wouldn't sulk for 6 weeks would he?
He's been strangely distant.
His kisses seemed like he wasn't that into it.
His touches seemed less loving.
He never told me he loved me anymore.
I wasn’t sure what was happening.
But I'm sure we would work it out.
Because we loved each other.
Right?
~
I had just nodded off when Ron pushed through the common room door, an indignant Fat Lady chastising him in the background.
"You shouldn't be back this late, look at you, you’ll be a mess tomorrow, and not to mention me, you know, paintings need their sleep."
I had to smile at her rantings, but then I turned to Ron, and the smile died on my lips.
He was sweaty, topless, clearly exhausted, but what had me most worried, was his clear lack of a broomstick.
The alarm bells went off in my head.
Ron looks.
He looks.
Like he just had sex.
I Sat down, dizzy.
Ron grinned at me.
"Okay hun?" he said jovially.
No, I’m Not all right! You're 4 hours late! You've just been shagged by who knows. Yeah. I’m being cheated on by the love of my life!
I wanted to shout.
But I didn’t.
Instead I nodded my head glumly, and Ron shrugged, and walked over to kiss me goodnight.
"Seeya in the morning hun," He smirked, then jogged towards his dorm.
I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach when I rubbed my fingers on my lips.
It was lipstick.
Only a faint hint, but it was still there.
Not mine. I never wore lipstick.
I raised them to my face.
Bright pink.
He was cheating on me.
With Lavender Brown.
I slumped down.
He was lying to me.
The thoughts ran through my head.
Spinning.
Tumbling.
And he didn't even care.
I closed my eyes and let the night have me.
A/N*
Review.
Please?
Just a little one.
Otherwise i dont know how you feel, or whether i should continue!
xx
ThatKid