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Lesson learned
Hermione's POV
I walked the halls of Hogwarts looking for any stragglers to dinner.
When I was satisfied that everyone was at dinner I started walking
back to my dorm. I had planned on skipping dinner tonight. I was
almost there when I saw my boyfriend making out with Pansy Parkinson.
My mouth hung open with shock. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DRACO
MALFOY?" I screamed at him when he heard me he pushed Pansy away and
said in a calm voice
"it's not what it looked like." I glared at him and said,
" Well then if I was you I would explain what exactly you and Pansy
making out in the hallway is, you two-timing ass!"
"I-I..." he stuttered
Draco's POV
Hermione had just left to go patrol the halls for stragglers who
hadn't made it to dinner. I was just about to leave for dinner when
I heard a knock at the portrait door. I walked over to the door it
was Pansy. She seemed surprised that I was the one who answered the
door. We both stood for and looked at each other for a really long
second.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
" um... I'm...um... here to s-see Hermione." she muttered
" well, she's not here." I stated
" oh well... will you tell... her I s-stopped by?"
I thought about it for a second then lazily replied "sure."
I was about close the door when Pansy said "wait!"
"What do you want now?" I asked
"You" she replied softly as she kissed me. I hadn't realized how good
of a kisser Pansy actually was I until making put with her in the
hallway. I turned and pinned her to the wall as the kissing depend. I
slowly slipped my hand up her shirt. We deepened the kiss even more.
She had just slipped her hand up my shirt when I heard Hermione yell
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DRACO MALFOY?" she screamed at me when I
heard her I pushed Pansy away and said in a calm voice
"it's not what it looked like." She glared AT me and said,
" Well then if I was you I would explain what exactly you and Pansy
making out in the hallway is, you two-timing ass!"
"I-I..." I stuttered.
