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Eyes of the Beholder
Sometimes our eyes lie to us. We think our girlfriend's snogging with that older guy when really he jumped her
as soon as you entered. Sometimes we see illusions. In the middle of a desert, a dehydrated man will see
water. The mind and eyes work against us. Sometimes what we see isn't what it appears. And sometimes it is.
Hopefully I wasn't seeing this. Hopefully this wasn't happening. I completely and totally was not watching
Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, make out with Hermione Granger, the bushy-haired bookworm who
was my best friend. I blinked repeatedly trying to erase the image. The image of my best friend, the person
that I had never even CONSIDERED to be a girl or feminine in any way, wrapped around my worst enemy.
It was my fault partly. I never attempted to find this side of Hermione. This sexy, fierce tigress. I could hear his
moans so whatever she was doing she was good at it. I'd only snogged Lavender Brown and a random girl in
Diagon Alley once. I didn't have as much experience as Ferret, the "Slytherin Sex God". And apparently I was
even more inexperienced compared to Hermione.
It all started at the beginning of 7th year . . .
Hermione had become Head Girl. We all sat in one carriage on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione was already wearing
her uniform without the robes. Her shirt seemed a lot fuller now. Her cleavage showed from the 3 undone buttons
on her shirt. Her skirt seemed shorter showing more skin. She looked sexy . . . really sexy, I could feel heat building
in my groin. She sat next to Harry, her hair calm and silky and a . . . interesting smile on her face. Almost . . .
mischievous. Almost something of a Malfoy smirk.
Harry was talking about something that he suspected Draco Malfoy had done. Per usual. He always suspected
Malfoy. Not that I was standing up for him. I hated the ferret. He was a nasty git. He was . . . everything I wanted
to be.
That's how he got my Hermione. He was rich and I was poor as shambles. He was sleek and posh, handsome as
can be and I wore the trademark Weasley hair and freckled pasty skin. He was rich, upper class pureblood. I was
lower, poor pureblood. He was the most wanted male at Hogwarts through out all the years. I was only seen
because Harry Potter is my best friend.
"I'm starving. Let's go to the front of the train. Get some sweets off the trolley." Hermione suggested, getting up
from the seat. Harry opened the door and headed out. I let Hermione go first. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Hermione unbutton one more button on her shirt and fluff her hair. I passed it off as her brushing a crazy hair out of
her mouth.
"Well if it isn't Pothead, Weasel and Granger. What are you three doing down here at our side of the train?" Draco
Malfoy sneered, his posse, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle, behind him. We were all circled in the
middle of the aisle. Malfoy stood next to Hermione his gaze centered on me. "Nice robes, Weasley. Where'd you get
them? Nick them from your mum's closet?" If I had trusted my eyes I would have seen him grab onto Hermione's
hand. If I had trusted my eyes I would have seen how the cold ice of his eyes melted slightly at her touch. If I had
trusted my eyes I would have seen her scoot closer to him. But I didn't because it wasn't possible.
"Watch it Ferret. I'm not as young and naïve as I was before the war." I wasn't either. I'd grown along with
everyone. Childhood seemed to be years ago. I'd grown into the day of age we were in. Children don't belong in war.
Adults do.
"Good. No point in dueling with someone who can't fight back. Of course you might have to use your fists like a
muggle since you can't use magic. SQUIB!" His words had bit back then. I hated when people pointed out how I
wasn't as good at magic as Harry or Hermione were. It burned because I knew I was nothing compared to them.
Harry was famous before he could hold himself up or wipe the drool off his chin. Hermione was top student and the
most brilliant witch of our generation. I was nothing compared to them.
"You little . . ." I was ready to hex his head off before Hermione pushed me back. "Come on Ron. It's not worth it."
Notice that she didn't say he's not worth it. To her he is. It wasn't worth it for me to be humiliated when she either
had to bail me out or he beat me. I wasn't worth it. Not to her at least.
Sometimes we can't admit to ourselves that what we see is true. That truthfully your girlfriend had lost her
virginity in sixth grade . . . to your best friend. Honestly she doesn't like you, she's using you. We see it but
ignore it. Telling ourselves that if we deny it, it'll go away. It doesn't.
It was the middle of the year by now.
Me and Hermione were . . . dating? Maybe? We were occasionally holding hands. I think everyone outside the Golden
Trio thought, yeah we were dating. But my subconscious knew better. She was using me as a decoy. We were back
at school. If suddenly she hung around Draco Malfoy people would think something was dodgy about her and the
ferret. She couldn't have that.
The first time I lied to myself about my position in Hermione's life was the day she skived off her first three classes
and I went to the Head dormitory to find her and give her homework. Sadly the Heads live in the same dormitory.
Thankfully not the same room and/or bed or Hermione would never come to class.
I gave the password, secrets, to the portrait. A knight in shining armor with his arm around a beautiful princess
allowed me entrance. I wish now that they had locked me out. I entered the empty common room. Surprisingly, or
not surprisingly depending on which conscience was controlling the brain at the moment, the common room was
made of mostly Slytherin colors, the silver and emerald green making me cringe. I completely ignored the green and
silver bra hanging over the side of the couch.
Heading up the stairs to Hermione's room I entered, surprised the door was unlocked. I froze. My best friend wore a
green and black bra that showed off breasts I never imagined hid under that shirt. Her small black panties were
matched perfectly with the bra. Her black stocking legs were wrapped tightly around Draco Malfoy. His long pale
fingers looped themselves through the sides of her panties. She moaned loudly as he neared the area she so dearly
wanted him to touch. His hand went up her stomach as he sucked on her lip. I heard his groan when she ripped off
his shirt, popping the buttons. She straddled him, unaware of her audience, and held down his wrists pressing her
chest against his making him groan. I felt heat in my groin at such an erotic scene. She kissed all over his chest
and I envied him his eight pack abs. I backed out slowly. My eyes burning from not blinking I ran out of the
dormitory, down a hall and a flight of stairs before blinking.
I lied to myself and said it was just a nightmare. I'd wake up in my bed and Hermione had not been about to have
sex with my worst enemy.
Sometimes we finally admit to ourselves that what we see is true. We find out that we've been fools for too
long and decide to do something about it. To give in to your conscience and stop letting them run you over.
Sometimes you discover this too late.
It was the end of the year ball.
My date was Lavender Brown who had happily agreed to come with me. Her long yellow robes were not flattering.
The bodice was way too tight and it fell heavily around her feet. The most beautiful woman at the ball was Hermione.
She wore beautiful strapless emerald robes. The silver coloring in her hair made her almost mistaken as a Slytherin
rather than a Slytherin.
That's when I decided to tell Lavender. Telling Lavender would make sure that in about . . . 20 minutes? Everyone
would know about Hermione and Malfoy's affair. But I couldn't do it. For a reason that I had not anticipated. She
came down the steps and right into Draco Malfoy's arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the silver bangles
on her wrist looking dull next to the bright sparkling engagement ring around her finger.
Only I noticed the ring. Everyone else was diverted by the snogging going on in front of them. Finally my eyes were
uncovered. The veil was pulled back and I could finally see. My best friend Hermione Granger had somewhere fallen
in love with Draco Malfoy. And sadly I helped.
The truth is always there. Hidden. Somewhere in the eyes of the beholder.
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