Chapter Something

ALTERNATE END TO CHAPTER 11, THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON BY CHARZZZZZ

Great, now I'm also being embarrassed by a painting.

'I hope you get taken down and thrown into some horrible little attic somewhere because I assure you that -'

She didn't get to finish as a hand grabbed her arm and started pulling her firmly down the hall. It was Remus.

'Remus,' she hissed, trying to pull away. 'What are you doing?'

'I'm dragging you down a hallway, what does it look like?' he said swiftly, a determined glint in his eyes.

'Fuck off Lupin you bastard. I am sick of you being so fucking controlling and so fucking ugly and fucked. Fuck you in your fucked up werewolfishness and get out of my fucking life, you fuckhead,' said Hermione, surprised at her own fucking words. Lupin halted and stared at her for a brief moment.

'No,' he retorted and kept dragging the fucking unwilling Hermione down the unpopulated hallway.

He pulled her into a classroom, the door of which was charmed by a gently glowing blue light which Remus had put upon it, for locating purposes.

'Hermione,' he began. 'Death is coming fucking fast and if you don't fuck off with me to fuckland, we will never be able to fuck -'

'Shut-up Lupin. Fuck,' she said in a exasperated tone. 'I don't care about anything you do or this death you're obsessed with, just go fucking marry this "stumbling white death" and fuck out of my life. Do you fucking hear me?'

'Fuck,' he said. Death had indeed come and killed them both and Death licked his sweet, deathly lips and said, 'Yes dearies, Fuck.'

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ALTERNATE END TO CHAPTER 8, THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON BY CHARZZZZZ

'I want you to look me in the eye and say you feel nothing for me,' he said fiercely, his grip unwavering.

Hermione shut her eyes for a moment and painfully, she looked up at him. She did what he asked and stared right into those pleading eyes that wanted to draw her in and show her everything. Those eyes that wanted more than anything for hers to look the same way.

'I feel nothing for you,' she whispered.

Then there was this bi-atch, and I mean a bi-atch who ran up to Hermione and pushed her down into the crystalline snow, soaking her jeans and coat and sending a cool chill down her spine. She wasn't sure if the cold chill was from the snow, or from the painful proclamation that she had just given. Come to think of it, she probably got the shiver from the bi-atch.

Lupin's eyes seemed to brim with liquid heartache and stared at the bi-atch in front of them, not bothering to help Hermione up. He was numbed.

'Hi, I'm Bindy-sue,' said the fifth-year in a very squeaky voice. She had blonde hair in perfect ringlets and her hazel eyes seemed to lack something - intelligence.

Without a thought, Lupin did something very out of character and grabbed the bi-atch, kissing her hard. He pulled away from her and looked at Hermione, still soaked in snow and just staring up at him, her eyes wavering with something unreadable. Hermione looked down at the lily-white ground and before watching Remus slink away like some nocturnal creature in the shadows, shed a single pearlescent tear.

The bi-atch on the other hand looked bewildered. She was standing still for but a moment before frolicking away madly. Hermione had held her composure too long and so, she broke down in the middle of the snow-blanketed grounds and cried.

Life was just not fair.