I see her. She's dancing on the dance floor to a heavy beat song I don't recognise. She's deep into the music. No-one, not even I could distract her, well maybe one person. Out of the corner of my eye I see him. He's heading over towards her. I try to move to stop him but I can't move. I know what I'm about to see and I can't stop it. I can't close my eyes. I see her stop for a second while he closes the last few feet that separate them. I see him put one arm around her and he pulls her towards him. They kiss and that is my first wound. It's like a paper cut, small but seriously painful.
They stopped kissing and now she's dancing up against him. He isn't moving much, only his hands which are now running down her body and into her trousers. This makes my blood boil. I hate Draco with my whole life. And now he's touching my girl, my Hermione. I'm about to go over to them when someone else joins their little dance. Harry. My best fucking friend and he's getting it on with his best friend and his enemy. Could this get any worse?
I wished I never asked that. I walked over to the exit and when I walked through I somehow entered my bedroom. I wanted to collapse onto my bed but the sight that met my eyes made me stagger back. On my bed were Harry, Hermione and Draco, fucking each others brains out.
Harry in Hermione, Draco in Harry. All sweating over each other, moaning, screaming, panting. All connected in the most terrible fucking way. I cough and they all look at me, still doing what they are doing. They smile and then look away from me. They know I'm there and they don't stop.
"YOU WANKERS" I begin to shout. "YOU FUCKING WANKERS."
"Ron sweetie, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Ron opened his eyes and looked up to see Hermione sitting on the bed next to him. He then looked over at the doorway and saw Harry and Draco, hand in hand, looking concerned. Ever since they started going out Ron was wary. He wasn't used to the whole guy and guy thing.
"Bad dream Ron? You woke us up with your screaming?" Draco asked.
"Well you didn't wake us up exactly, more like distracted us."
"Shut up guys, let him speak."
They all looked at him with questioning eyes. He began to speak then paused, clearly re-thinking.
"I can't even remember what my dream was now."
"Well ok then baby. You want something to eat or drink?"
"No, I'm ok. What time is it?"
"1.30am."
"I think I'll just get back to sleep then."
"Ok."
Ron laid back down on the bed and pretended to close his eyes. He watched Hermione walk over to Harry and Draco. He couldn't make out what they were saying. Then they shared a smile which wasn't just friendly, it was flirty and it hinted at sexual activities.
He scrunched his eyes and looked again. They were gone. He must have been imagining it. He was tired. They couldn't have done that.
He began to relax. He cleared his mind then filled it with sweet thoughts of himself and Hermione. He began to smile.
He was about to drop off to sleep when a faint sound came floating into the room. He listened hard for a few minutes then he realised what it was. It was a light giggling and moaning sound.
Fuck no he thought.
