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Broken Hearts and Halfhearted Lies. Chapter one.

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I pushed the alarm clock off of my end table, sending it to it's doom with a loud crash... For the third time this week. I groaned and pushed the blankets off of me, putting my glasses on my face as I sat up. I could only imagine what mess my hair was in this morning.
 "CLARA!" My name was screamed up the stairs. "YOUR ALARM CLOCK HAD BETTER BE IN ONE PIECE!"
I looked at the floor to see my alarm clock definitely not in one piece. "Dammit" I muttered.
"COME ON! THEY'RE GOING TO BE HERE SHORTLY!" My headmistress screamed again.
The day's plans suddenly filled my head and I got out of bed quickly, cursing my stupidity of forgetting as I found decent and clean clothes to wear. I pushed a few younger girls out of the way as I barged into the bathroom, dressing and getting decent without caring about who thought I was being rude for not waiting my turn.
I dashed down the stairs and calmed myself down, trying to appear professional as I ate an apple, watching the window for any fancier cars than usual to park outside.
When a fancy Cadillac SUV pulled up, I ran to the door with the headmistress, waiting for them to knock. Headmistress MacDonald scowled. She didn't like helping us orphans, but not even her ugly scowl could dampen my mood. When they finally knocked on the door, MacDonald had a fake smile on as she opened the door. My smile was very real. This was my chance to escape this hell hole.
"Hello! I'm Mistress MacDonald." She shook the professional-looking lady's hand and then the  man's.
The woman smiled. "I'm Sarah Plante, granddaughter of the founder of the Plante Boarding School for the talented!" She seemed very proud, but I guess I would be too.
"And I'm James Ryan, her assistant." He nodded. He seemed more stressed than anything.
"And you must be Clara!" Sarah squealed and took me into a hug. "I'm so excited to meet you!" She smothered me in to her black blazer. She was talking to me as if I was five.
"Is there a place we can talk to her privately?" James eyed the headmistress while I tried not to snicker. She led us to the dining room and I sat across from them as MacDonald closed the doors behind her.
"So, Clara..." Sarah started, putting her briefcase on the table and James took out a notepad and pen. "What's your talent, sweetie?"
"Music." I nodded, quite proud of my accomplishments. They both nodded and James scribbled something down. I guessed that James would be scribbling most of the interview.
"Singing? Instruments?" Sarah seemed pleased with this. "Most girls your age are artists or actresses or singers or models."
"I can learn instruments very easily, and I have a pretty nice voice." I nodded, twiddling my thumbs nervously.
James continued to scribble. "What instruments do you know well?" James asked tentatively, as if he knew he was going to be overpowered by his boss.
"Guitar, saxophone, French horn, piano, and cello." I looked at them. "I'm learning trumpet now too."
"That's very impressive." Sarah cooed. She seemed like she was thrilled, but it was just about as fake as her platinum blond hair colour and tan.
"How are your grades?" James cleared his throat and looked up at me as he asked. He seemed a bit more sure of himself now that his boss approved of his last question. I think he just wanted to get this interview over with so he could go home.
"I'm an above average student. I get all A's usually." I had always made sure that my grades were good for a thing like this.
"Usually?" Sarah raised an overly tweezed eyebrow. "Why only usually?"
I began to worry. Had I just screwed up my chances? "Because... Because..." My hands got clammy. I had to think of a good excuse. "Because I just moved orphanages a year ago. It was really stressful..." I sighed and nodded, pretending to look broken. The last orphanage was worse than this one.
Sarah's face softened. "Oh you poor dear!" James scribbled while Sarah gave me fake sympathy. This was too easy.
"Where are your parents?" James stared right at me.
I shrugged. "Don't know, don't care." It was the truth. If they didn't want to know me, I didn't want to know them.
The interview continued with a lot of boring questions and I answered them all halfheartedly, knowing that this would be easier than it should be. When it was over, I was shooed out of the room while they discussed how the interview went. Mistress was waiting for me as I came out.
"How'd it go?" She asked me in monotone. She may not want us to be happy, but she wanted rid of us.
"Alright I suppose..." I shrugged. I couldn't really tell how it went. It bothered me.
"You better get in." She nodded sternly and walked away.
I sighed and walked into the living area to see Rebecca laying on the floor with an animal colouring book. She looked up when she heard me walk in.
"You're not actually leaving, are you?" She looked heartbroken. She was a seven year old girl who had become my honorary little sister over the years. When I changed orphanages, so did she.
"I might..." I sat next to her, stroking her hair. The school was one place she couldn't come with me. Not yet anyways. "But I'll come home for holidays!" I tried to cheer her up. "And we can write to each other! You can send me lots of pictures for me to hang up in my dormitory as well!" I didn't want to leave her. She had made my life so happy. IN the old orphanage, you got a younger child to take care of, and I got her when she was only a year old. It only got better from there as she grew up. She crawled over to hug me, laying her head on my chest and shutting her eyes tight. During the embrace, I heard Sarah's heels click on the wooden floors as she entered the room.
"Pack your bags, Clara. We leave in forty-five minutes." She nodded and went to find MacDonald with James in tow.
Rebecca began to sob.

Torn- Chapter 2

I just sighed and plastered a fake smile on my face. “Hello, Viktor.” I nodded, pretending to be happy to see him. I had only met him a week or so ago, but he seemed to really like me.

            “Hullo Hermninny.” He failed, once again, at pronouncing my name. He always had a different way of saying my name too.  I sighed and he seemed oblivious, as usual.

            “What have you been up to?” I tried to make small talk. I didn’t want to be rude, but I really wanted nothing to do with him.  I hoped that he really didn’t know which direction the Gryffindor common room was, because I was obviously walking in the opposite direction of it.

            “Just exploring…” He looked as if he was admiring the school, but it was only an act. He really had nothing going on in his head, but he wanted to impress me, so I just nodded, wanting to get out of here has fast as I could.

            “Shouldn’t you be in bed? Curfew’s past!” I pretended to look worried, when normally I would be, but I was too tired to care. I’d probably just go back to my common room with hopes that Fred was distracted by first years instead of paying attention to who was coming in the door.

“I can’t sleep.” He grunted. He seemed to sense how uncomfortable I was. “Vhy aren’t vou in bed?” He raised an eyebrow at me skeptically. I hadn’t thought about that.

“Well… I just needed to clear my head. So much has happened so quickly…” I nodded, figuring this was a good excuse. “But I had better be off before Filch finds me…” I quickly scanned the halls. I hadn’t even thought of Filch or Mrs. Norris before I left the safety of the common room.

He nodded, staring at me as I squirmed. He was very intimidating; broad shoulders, tall, very muscular… He was a typical muggle stereotype jock, which I was used to. But he wasn’t muggle. He was magical and he could break me like a tooth pick and stupefy me… Or use any spell on me for that matter.  “Good night, Herminine.” And he turned and was on his way.

I sighed at his failure of saying my name and nodded. “Good night…” I turned on my heels and began to walk back to the common room. That didn’t help me at all. In fact, Viktor had made it worse if anything. I didn’t like Viktor. He grunted and wasn’t one for conversation. That was the longest and most detailed conversation I have had with him yet.  As I kept walking, I began to wish that he were here again. He took my mind off of my teenage girl problems. Teenage problems were new to me, being as I was a new teenager, and I never exactly had hung out with girls who created drama and was never ever really the type to date.  I was overwhelmed with all of this. I just needed someone to talk to, and I knew that Harry and Ron would just roll their eyes at me. I could talk to Fred, but he’s part of the problem! George would tell Fred…

            I felt like screaming as I trudged into the common room, nobody noticing that I had walked in. I didn’t really notice anyone else anyways. I just collapsed on the first empty chair I could find.  I put my face in my hands and I tried to get my thoughts straight. It wasn’t working. Facts and numbers and dates and everything like that were so easy compared to this. I felt a hand rubbing my back gently. I looked up to see Fred Weasley smiling softly at me.

“What’s wrong, Granger?” He kneeled down next to me so we were face to face.

“Just stressed…” I mumbled. I wasn’t just about to admit that I had boy troubles. Much less that he was one of my troubles.

            “Granger? Stressed? Is that possible?” He looked shocked. His eyes widened jokingly and his jaw dropped.

            “I know, surprising, huh?” I smiled slightly. If I was stressed, it was about schoolwork or about how the boys weren’t doing their schoolwork.

            “I don’t think that this is about Professor Flitwick’s latest project. Am I wrong?” Fred smiled knowingly.

            I sighed. “You’re not wrong.” I bit my lip. What do I do? I was cornered now. I suppose I just wouldn’t use his name.  I’d try so hard not to let him think that it was he. I had never done this before.

            “Girl problems? Friend problems?” He nodded at a bickering Ron and Harry. “Boy troubles?” He waggled his eyebrows teasingly at the last one and I giggled. He always knew how to make me laugh.

            “The last two.” I tried to sound confident, but it failed when I couldn’t look him in the eye. I cursed myself out in my head.

            “Oooooh! Hermione likes someone!” He practically squealed, almost losing his balance. He laughed and I covered his mouth with my hand.

            “Not so loud you weirdo!” I whisper yelled at him, but took my hand away quickly when I felt it suddenly become damp. “YOU LICKED ME!” I exclaimed, wiping his slobber on my skirt, disgusted, as he laughed and grinned. It was as if he was proud of this.

            “What? You don’t want the whole world to know of your first crush?” He winked and laughed at my disgusted facial expressions.

            “I’ve had crushes, thank you very much!” I defended my self and my love life’s dignity.

            “Like who?” Fred challenged me, raising his eyebrows. He seemed very unsure of me.

            “I can’t tell you. You’d laugh.” I went a bit pink and bit my lip. I had a small crush on Ron in second year cause he was so brave the year before, but that was squished quickly.

            “Cause you didn’t have one!” He teased me, smiling widely. I knew he was teasing too, so it was fine.

            “Well, whether or not I’ve had one before, I have one now.” I nodded, confident with myself.

            “And who is this lucky fellow?” Fred looked intrigued. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to know so he could tease me, or if he actually wanted to know. Fred was funny that way.

            “I can’t say, but he’d never like me…”I trailed off, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, looking at my lap.

            “If you’re talking about Krum, he’d love to get you.” Fred raised his eyebrows, being serious.

            “Ew! No! All he does is mumble and grunt! I can’t have a decent conversation with him. Plus he can’t even pronounce my name right!” I huffed and Fred laughed.

            “I apologize for insulting you like that.” He said with a grin.  “Why wouldn’t he want you?” Fred turned serious again.

            “We’re kind of in different leagues… And years… And he would never date a girl like me. Just trust me on this, okay?” I kind of wanted him to change the subject, but I knew that he wasn’t going to change it in the near future.

            “Then you need to find a guy that will like you for you and not judge on leagues or age.” He nodded, patting me on my back.

            “I know you’re right… I’ll get over it. I just probably need to get some sleep. Maybe my head will be clear in the morning…” I could only hope that I was right. I hated hormones. I either wanted to be younger or older. Right now. I just wanted to get out of the teenage stage now.

            “Probably the best idea, Granger.” He stood up, smiling crookedly. “It’s getting late for you anyways.” He teased and laughed.

            I stood up and raised my eyebrows. “That’s what you think.” I smiled and then he hugged me sweetly. I suppose he meant it to be like he was hugging a sister, but I liked it. I hugged him back until he let go and patted me on the head.

            “Go to bed, munchkin.” He winked and walked over to George, who seemed to be working on their next prank.

            I smiled to my self and walked up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory and got ready for bed and sat on my bed for a few minutes, thinking to myself. I looked around the dormitory to see that the few people that were in here were asleep. I sighed, not that any of them wanted to listen to me go on about my troubles. None of them were crazy fond of me anyways. I got under my covers and fell asleep, just as confused as before.

Torn- Chapter One

            Everything seemed usual as I sat on my usual spot in the Gryffindor common room. I read a book on the couch and Ron and Harry sat on opposite sides of the coffee table, playing wizard’s chess and talking about quidditch or how stupid Snape was. Only I really knew that nothing was the same. Harry’s life was in danger with the tri-wizard tournament and Ron was angry with Harry. No, wait; Jealous of Harry. I listened for their banter on something stupid and childish, but heard nothing. I looked up from my book to see them playing in silence.  I sighed and stood up, putting my book down and deciding to walk around the common room and examine all of the things that other student’s were doing. I couldn’t take the silent treatment my two best friends were giving each other.

            When I got to the other side of the room, I reached Fred Weasley, who was examining a prank that seemed to have gone wrong. There was an empty seat next to him and no sign of George, so I sat down. “I hope no one’s sitting here.” I looked up at him and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

            Fred jumped slightly, clearly he hadn’t noticed me, and smiled a crooked smile. “Course not. George got detention. He was trying to impress Alicia Spinnet and it went horribly wrong. I’m trying to figure out why…” His face brightened up suddenly. “Of course! How had I been so stupid?” He began to dig in his famous “Weasley & Weasley” briefcase and pulled out a product that looked new and began to do what he was best at.

            “You’re really smart, Fred.” I complimented. “Why don’t you show it in class more often?” I looked up at him, wondering. He could easily be one of the smartest in the school if he’d just show it. I think that’s why teacher’s are so angry with them all the time; they’re obviously not trying their hardest in class. It made me sad that they were wasting genius on something as silly as pranks.

            Fred shrugged and looked over at me. He looked a bit surprised that I had just called him smart. I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for an appropriate answer. “I know what I want to do, and I get what I learn and I do read… But half of this stuff I’ll never, ever use.” He shrugged. “I don’t see the point in it, you know?” He laughed for a moment, running a hand through his bright red hair. “No, wait. You don’t know, do you?” He grinned at me.

            I just smiled softly and shook my head. “I love any sort of learning, but that’s rather obvious.” I felt my cheeks turn a bit rosy. I was almost embarrassed about my nerdy ways around Fred, because he was the opposite of a nerd. He was cool and collected, popular, loved by everyone, and funny. I just did people’s homework. I nervously tucked hair behind my ear again as he chuckled softly.

            “I think everyone knows that about you, Hermione.” He grinned. “But that’s what makes you different. If you were like everyone else, you wouldn’t stand out as much.” He nodded and looked over at me. He acted as if this was all obvious.

            “I stand out?” I blurted out. That was meant to stay inside my head. Why am I so stupid in social situations, but smart in everything else?

            Fred just laughed at my lack of social skills and raised his eyebrows. “Hermione, you’re best friends with the ‘boy who lived’ and you have the bushiest hair I’ve ever seen!” He winked. “Plus, you’re the smartest witch in the school. Everyone knows that.” He nodded. “You could easily be in my year and still have the best marks. It’s simple Hogwarts social knowledge, Hermione.” He raised his eyebrows.

            “I obviously need to brush up in the course…” I mumbled and Fred chuckled. “What are you then, since you explained me.” I looked up at him, oddly curious. I usually didn’t care about the social scene, but this was strangely interesting.

            “Well, I’m a Weasley, and that right there puts me into a few stereotypes.” He nodded. “I’m poor, and I must be a Quidditch player. Other than that, every Weasley is different, but I’m a Weasley twin, so therefore I’m a hilarious person who pulls pranks and is extremely hot.” He winked at me and I bit my lip. “So I added that last bit there about Weasley twins in myself.” He shrugged and laughed. “But I do know that I drive teachers bonkers. I take great pride in getting kicked out of classes.” He laughed again, grinning ear to ear. “And Filch hates me, but everyone knows that.” It was true. Filch would hang him by his thumbs should he ever have the chance.

            “Well, sounds like your page in the textbook is a rather long one, Mr. Weasley.” I giggled softly.

            “Yours isn’t that bad either, Ms. Granger.” It was almost as if he was flirting with me. This was new for me, other than Krum flirting with me earlier.  With Cho Chang nearby, I wasn’t anyone’s go to for flirting. And now with Beauxbatons here… You get the point. I smiled at him and I could see him almost open his mouth to say something else, when George walked over, smirking.

            “Never thought I’d see the day where you two flirted.” He raised a single eyebrow at the both of us and I straightened up, realizing how close I was to Fred. Fred didn’t move, obviously used to flirting with girls with his brother there. He seemed to sense how uncomfortable I was and straightened up himself, sighing.

            “I… I… I should go.” I stuttered out and nodded. I stood up and brushed myself off, looking at the twins. My gaze lingered on Fred and he grinned at me.

            “See you around, Granger.” He winked and I went pink again, and walked away and out of the Gryffindor common room.

            I had forgotten that people had surrounded us while we flirted. Who had all seen? I ran a hand through my brown hair. Was I really known for bushy hair? Focus! Did I really like Fred? Course not… He was more like a brother, right? There was no denying that I always thought that he was good-looking and funny. Everyone thought that though. And he flirted with everyone. What makes me think that I’m so special that he might actually like me? I was two years younger than him and his younger brother’s best friend. If that’s not enough reason not to like me, I don’t know what is.

            I don’t like him anyways. He’s like a brother, right? Yeah. Definitely. I was staring at the ground as I walked and didn’t even notice as I walked straight into Viktor Krum, the very last guy I wanted to see.

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