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Loving You

One

"Can we get your statement too?" an all too familiar voice said. Slowly, Hermione dragged her gaze up to the annoying and one and only reporter she hated. Rita Skeeter. The damn war was over and these people were still hounding others for statements. Why they were doing this, Hermione would never understand. She couldn't understand why the damn woman was even on Hogwarts grounds. Of course, now that the war was over, every one trusted every one. Funny how fickle people are, Hermione thought sourly.

"No you may not. I have nothing to say to you because you are a bloody liar, who for all I care, can burn in hell." Rita gasped, but Hermione ignored the foul woman. Picking up her books, she made her way through the shocked students, a slight nagging in her stomach telling her that missing breakfast was not a good thing to do. She should ask Ron and Lavender for an interview, Hermione thought darkly. They'd give her the answers she's looking for. Both of them would love it, no doubt, Hermione thought a bit stung.

It was a relief, though. Hermione had ended everything with Ron when he had cheated on her with Lavender. It wasn't even once, it was multiple times. In the end, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She had left Ron and like she had expected, he was snogging Lavender in the hall the next day. Slowly, she did realize that maybe Ron had only loved Lavender and being with Hermione wasn't what he had wanted in the first place. Footsteps sounded behind Hermione and sighing heavily, she turned around. The woman never gave up did she?

"Miss Granger, you haven't given us one interview since the war. Besides, you murdered Bellatrix, and I am sure the Daily Prophet would love to hear that story, hmmm?" Spinning around, Hermione grabbed Rita by her throat. Ignoring her shocked gasp, Hermione leaned in, her eyes murderous.

"Do not ever bring up that name. Ever! Bellatrix deserved what she got and I really don't care about where the hell she's now!"

The venom in Hermione's voice made Rita drop the quill and paper. Disgusted, Hermione threw the woman backwards, causing her to fall into the camera man. Students looked away quickly, trying not to meet her eye. As if I would kill these little buggers, Hermione thought. Walking quickly, she bumped into one person she did not want to meet. At all, or ever for that matter.

"Well, well, Granger. Caused quite a storm out there didn't you? Hmm?"

"She deserved it. Quite frankly, I don't care what she has to publish. Now, if you would move out of my way." Holding her head high, Hermione moved past him when Draco stopped her by saying, "Be careful. You shouldn't mess with the people who are above you. Not with your bad blood anyway." The hallway got really quiet really fast. That's it! Turning around, Hermione walked up to him, wanting to wipe that sneer off his damned face. She hadn't survived the war just to see this day. She had been taking Draco Malfoy's shit for too long and now, she was done. It was payback time.

"What happened Granger? Cat got your tongue?" Draco mocked, towering over her. Hermione's eyes blazed, warning him t keep his mouth shut.

"You might wanna watch that mouth of yours Malfoy. Blood status don't matter anymore, and that fool Voldemort you all followed is dead. We killed him and your stupid death eating army!" Hermione spat out at him. Draco's eyes hardened. He didn't need reminding, especially from a mudblood that he had lost the war. He also didn't want to remember that his own family was in debt to Granger and her boys. It was downright embarrassing.

"Granger, I still have more power than you and you're on thin ice now. Be very, very careful what comes out of your mouth next," he said coldly. How dare he tell me what I can say or what I cannot say? She thought, flabbergasted.

"Why Malfoy? Gonna run to your daddy dearest? Tell him that a little mud blood is bothering you?" Hermione threw her head back and laughed harshly. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Let me tell you something, Malfoy. Your father doesn't run shit!" Draco's eyes widened slightly, but then he looked back at Hermione, smiling sweetly. They had gathered quite a crowd, but Hermione was oblivious to it.

"What were you saying about my father, Granger?" he asked his voice innocent. That alone should have turned her alarms on but Hermione was to upset right now to do anything, or even realize that she was in big trouble. She spotted Ron and Harry who were shaking their heads, and mouthing the word "NO!" over and over, but Hermione turned away. She wasn't afraid of the Malfoy's anymore. No one could intimidate her now.

"Your father doesn't own Hogwarts. Matter of fact, he doesn't own anybody except for his money and his property. His bank full of money can buy other people, but that rich, self righteous bastard can't buy me! He sure as hell doesn't own me either! He is a death eater and he chose the wrong side. The only reason you and your father are out of jail is because we have mercy!

"If we were death eaters like you, you can't even imagine what you would have been going through right now. All your father is is a death eater who allows torture of young people in his house and stands there and watches making sure they suffer. For all I care you both can go and DROP DEAD!"

There was a chocked silence, and the smile on Draco's face didn't help the feeling in Hermione's stomach. She looked at Harry, who had his head in his hand, and Ron who was staring open mouthed at something behind her. Hermione had thought her day was going pretty bad, but she realized that it had gotten much, much worse. A loud, velvety masculine voice spoke, breaking the silence.

"Miss Granger, I didn't know you put that much thought in to me. I am O so flattered with your speech and your high opinion of me."