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Hermione lay on her back on her bed, her gaze fixated on a crack in the ceiling. She yawned. Where was Harry? He should've been here by now…she smiled to herself, feeling at once happy and guilty. How could she be doing this? How could she, Hermione Granger, be two-timing her boyfriend…boyfriends?
Of course, it didn't matter how. Just that she was. She'd gone behind Harry's back last night and kissed Ron. And now she was going to go behind Ron's back tonight and, if everything worked out the way she planned and anticipated, kiss Harry.
It was thrilling, having two boyfriends, trying to prevent them from discovering the truth about each other (which was difficult, considering they were best friends). It also made her feel like such a slut, straight- facedly lying to them with no intention of ever confessing.
And then there had been Draco…no, her mind screamed, Draco was not a boyfriend. She had no romantic interest in Draco Malfoy. Things had just happened…everything had gone out of control. She feebly consoled herself by mentally insisting that he had been initiating everything, not her, and it was something that would never happen again. Still, there was the matter of Harry and Ron…
She put the nagging moral worries out of her mind temporarily as she waited for Harry.
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Harry pulled himself away from Ginny as he caught sight of the clock on the wall behind her. "I have to go," he said quickly.
She frowned. "Why?" she asked softly, trying to appear forlorn at his sudden departure despite her own relief and anxiety.
"I just do," he said, kissing her once on the cheek before hurrying off, up the stairs, to the girls' dormitories of Gryffindor.
He could hardly believe this. Was he actually doing this, sneaking around with two different girls? Yes, he was. Not only was, but planned to continue.
He pushed open the door at smiled at Hermione, who was lying on her back. She immediately sat up at the sound of someone entering, and the look on her face told him that she had been waiting for him.
"Harry!" she said smiling.
"Hi, 'Mione," he nodded, crossing the room and lying down beside her on the soft bed. She pressed her body against his as she ran her fingers through his messy black hair.
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Draco nervously looked over his shoulder, relieved to see that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't followed him. Slowly, quietly, he slunk to the Gryffindor common room, eyeing Ginny for a few minutes without making his presence known.
This was all so surreal. Yesterday he'd fooled around with that Mudblood Granger in the library. Now…now, he had agreed to meet the younger sister of Ron Weasley…
Not that he was truly unhappy about it. But he still couldn't believe it, couldn't understand why the hell he was doing it.
"Draco?" Her voice, like a clear bell, rang in his ears.
"Yes." Slowly he approached her. "Hello, Ginny."
She smiled and, without saying a word, also advanced.
Hermione lay on her back on her bed, her gaze fixated on a crack in the ceiling. She yawned. Where was Harry? He should've been here by now…she smiled to herself, feeling at once happy and guilty. How could she be doing this? How could she, Hermione Granger, be two-timing her boyfriend…boyfriends?
Of course, it didn't matter how. Just that she was. She'd gone behind Harry's back last night and kissed Ron. And now she was going to go behind Ron's back tonight and, if everything worked out the way she planned and anticipated, kiss Harry.
It was thrilling, having two boyfriends, trying to prevent them from discovering the truth about each other (which was difficult, considering they were best friends). It also made her feel like such a slut, straight- facedly lying to them with no intention of ever confessing.
And then there had been Draco…no, her mind screamed, Draco was not a boyfriend. She had no romantic interest in Draco Malfoy. Things had just happened…everything had gone out of control. She feebly consoled herself by mentally insisting that he had been initiating everything, not her, and it was something that would never happen again. Still, there was the matter of Harry and Ron…
She put the nagging moral worries out of her mind temporarily as she waited for Harry.
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Harry pulled himself away from Ginny as he caught sight of the clock on the wall behind her. "I have to go," he said quickly.
She frowned. "Why?" she asked softly, trying to appear forlorn at his sudden departure despite her own relief and anxiety.
"I just do," he said, kissing her once on the cheek before hurrying off, up the stairs, to the girls' dormitories of Gryffindor.
He could hardly believe this. Was he actually doing this, sneaking around with two different girls? Yes, he was. Not only was, but planned to continue.
He pushed open the door at smiled at Hermione, who was lying on her back. She immediately sat up at the sound of someone entering, and the look on her face told him that she had been waiting for him.
"Harry!" she said smiling.
"Hi, 'Mione," he nodded, crossing the room and lying down beside her on the soft bed. She pressed her body against his as she ran her fingers through his messy black hair.
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Draco nervously looked over his shoulder, relieved to see that Crabbe and Goyle hadn't followed him. Slowly, quietly, he slunk to the Gryffindor common room, eyeing Ginny for a few minutes without making his presence known.
This was all so surreal. Yesterday he'd fooled around with that Mudblood Granger in the library. Now…now, he had agreed to meet the younger sister of Ron Weasley…
Not that he was truly unhappy about it. But he still couldn't believe it, couldn't understand why the hell he was doing it.
"Draco?" Her voice, like a clear bell, rang in his ears.
"Yes." Slowly he approached her. "Hello, Ginny."
She smiled and, without saying a word, also advanced.