Finding him in my Crying Zone By: Kyra (kyrawatts1234)

I knew it all along. Ron was cheating on me with the stupid daft dimbo, Lavender Brown. What does he see in her? What is she that I'm not?

Ron and I had been in a relationship for three months, and yet he still had the guts to go and cheat on me behind my back. What an arse. And yet he made it so romantic when he came down that one day, making my life one-hundred times better; I still remember the way he asked me out.

It was a couple of days before Christmas, and he came downstairs with a package in his hand, neatly wrapped. "Hey Herms! I-I brought you something." he said, turning red. I took the package from his hands, and slowly but patiently opened it to reveal... a small box. "Open it." he said shakily. The box was filled with a golden band with a large diamond right smack in the middle. "Oh my merlin Ron! How can you afford this?" I asked suprisingly, pulling out the ring from it's container. "Well I have been saving my Christmas money that I get from my Aunt Muriel every year... and I had enough for a ring." he explained, red on the tips of his ears and his cheeks. "I-I love it Ron...thank you." I stammer, slipping on the ring, which fits perfectly. He walked over to me, and grabbed my hand, "Hermione, would you like to go out with me?" he asked, staring directly into my eyes. I nodded, and his lips somehow decended to mine. This...well...was my first kiss with him, and I fell into pure bliss as his lips slowly moved on mine...

But now that is all gone.

The excitement, love, and romance blossoming each day...gone.

I turned around, pulling off the ring, and attaching it to his jacket in which he gave me precisely a week ago for a little 'just because' present. I set in front of the coomon room door, letting the label of his name show. We were done, and I knew that I could never forgive that backstabbing man that crushed my dreams of marrying him.

I walked away, casting LUMOS, and trying to not disturb the portraits as much as possible. I knew that the only places that were really available were the Room of Requirement and...well that's it. Not really that much to go to for some alone time. Especially when your prefect for the year.

I got assigned prefect when the beginning of 7th year started...did I mention that this all started after Voldemort's demise? Apparently not. Anyways, I got assigned prefect that made sure that not any troublemakers were out and about snogging in small corners or broom cupboards. Now that...is disgusting. Me and Ron were NEVER like that. The occasional kiss here and there was pretty much it, but me and him didn't want to go far or too fast, so we took things slow.

Way too slow.

I still walked down the empty halls, looking down corridors and hallways in case for stalkers or, as I said earlier, troublemakers, were surrounding me. I needed the room of requirement and I needed it now. That's when everything struck for me.

I heard small giggles and moans coming from a broom cupboard not too far from me, and I immediately went to conclusions that they were..indeed...snogging intensely. I walked to it, and stood in front of the cupboard, tapping my foot impatiently, and clearing my throat a few times to get their attention, but to no avail. I suddenly had a surge of anger come inside of me, and I slammed the door open. And just guess who was in front of me.

There, stood in fear and shock were Ron and Lavender, both wearing half of their clothing. "Well well well...lookie what we have here." I said, lifting up one brown eyebrow. Ron stood mouth agape, while Lavender was using her feet to pick up the clothing that lay on the floor. "Hermione...listen to me...it's not what you think..." he starts, but I interupt him quickly... "No, you listen to ME Ronald Weasley! You can go and shag Lav-lav all you want...I have your jacket and that pathetic ring already in store for you, so to no way will there be any problems with getting them back." I snapped, leaving no trace of a tear on my face. I pulled out the small notepad full of detention slips, and a quill, and started to write. "You both have a week's full of detention, and there will be ten points deducted from Gryffindor from each of you...have fun." I said, ripping them out, and handing it to them. "Hermione!" Ron yelled, but I was already gone.

I ran down the halls, anger and confusion fueling through me. "Room off Requirement..Room of Requirement..." I repeated through my mind, running up to the seventh floor.

The door suddenly started to appear in front of me once I had gotten to my destination, so I walked in to the newly decorated room.

I stare in awe as old things like a couch from the Hufflepuff's common room was sitting in there, while small red chairs sat by a small fireplace. It looked pleasant; it didn't look like it had gotten on fire even one bit. The fiendfyre was fixed after the professors all went up to take it out. But the one thing that freaks me out is when Vincent Crabbe had died in here.. he didn't deserve to die..at least not like that.

I walked through the stone hard walls of the room that was now my "crying zone" as I called it, until my steps stopped from a cold toned voice that echoed throughout the room.

"Granger? My my, come to give me detention have you?"

I knew that voice from anywhere. It was the voice that always agrivated me, was always used to call me a mudblood or a bitch, and was used at Malfoy Manor.

Yep.

That voice belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy...the ferret.

I slowly turned around to him, and stop my comeback as I look at him. His hair was layed flat, and he had the smallest of stubble on his chin. His stone grey eyes shined through the moon's light illuminating through the window, and his body...oh his body... was toned and muscular from under his clothes.

"Like what you see Granger?" he said, with an amused tone.

That popped me back into reality and I gave him a glare. He only smirked, and went to sit down on the couch. I,of course, sat down at the chair by the fire. It was silent through the room, when Malfoy spoke. "So what brings you here? And what's with the red puffy eyes?" he asked, getting up, and walking to the other chair across from me.
I look directly into his eyes...his beautiful grey orbs that shine in the...oh Hermione, snap out of it!

"So how's it with you and Weaselbee? Made any arrangements for a wedding? A stupid know-it-all with a blood traitor...ha!" he laughed, staring into the fire with a hint of...sadness in his eyes? It did hurt though when he said that. I can't help it if I know EVERYTHING...

"Why is it that everytime I see you, you have to go and make fun of me and my relationships? Besides, the plans were never mentioned, and never will be." I blurted out, slapping my hand over my mouth to prevent any more stupid statements to fly out. His face turned from the now roaring fire, and looked down at an imaginary stain on the floor. " Well I'm sorry." he mumbled, not taking a chance to look up. "It's okay...it's just all normal," but he interupted me quickly. "No Granger, it's not normal! I can't take this anymore! I have to tell you...just please don't hurt me as much as I have." he said, lifting up his sleeve. No, it couldn't be what I thought it was. But bad luck had killed my hope. There, lived a small cut, filled with a blue coloring that looked burned. "Is that..?" "Yes Granger...this is a death mark. It means that I will die in a few months..." he trailed off, making contact with my eyes once again. "Is there any way to get rid of it?" I whisper, watching his face turn from a dark red to a palish white. He shakes his head, and the waterworks start to form. "Not that I am aware of Hermione... but there is one way...and you will hate me for it." he said, standing up, and walking towards me. What a second... did he just call me Hermione? Whatever happened to Granger or mudblood?

I acknowledged my hand into his as he put it in front of me, and he lifted me up off my chair, and stood inches maybe centimeters from me. "And what's that?" I choke out. But he didn't answer with his voice mind you, but his lips instead.

My eyes widened at the disbelief that his lips were on mine immediately, massaging mine with his. I couldn't take the anxiety that filled inside of me as my lips went into a rhythm with his, kissing him back fiercely. His arms snaked around my waist, and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, locking my fingers into his platinum hair, and pulling fistfuls of it.

I came back into reailty, and pushed him away, his face with pure bliss written all over it. "What the hell Malfoy?" I yell, walking into him, and slapping him hard on the cheek. He had the unexplicable surge of red tinge on his cheek, and his eyes turned a darker shade. "You filthy little mudblood...you vile bitch!" he spat, trying to insert every word with venom. He started to walk closer to me, and he gripped my shoulders, pushing my lips into his once again. What the hell was going on?

He forced his tongue into my mouth, gently moving it. My eyes widened, and I bit into his tongue...hard. He didn't remove it though; only running it over my gums and teeth, causing me to moan. I couldn't help it if he was a great kisser! His tongue teased mine, causing me to randomly kiss him back, and tease him into it.

After what felt like hours, the need for breath was unrational, so we both broke the kiss, panting heavily. "Wow." I breathe, looking into his eyes. His dull grey eyes that were cast into mine with a look of...lust? No way.

"I have to go." I murmur, and walk out. But before I could leave, his dreamy voice inserted my ears again. "Same time tomorrow?"

I grinned sheepishly, and nodded, walking away for real this time.

Oh he will definetely see me tomorrow..

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