CHAPTER 2
Ron walked quickly down the corridors. Was what he had heard true? Was Hermione really cheating on him with…Harry? His best friend? Was Harry his best friend? No. 'Friends don't take other friends girlfriends!' He thought. Harry had said that he would tell him about Hermione's relationships. 'Does that mean she's cheating on me with more than one guy?' Ron thought. All these questions were in his mind but he had no answers. He felt stupid. How could he have not known! 'Maybe if I eat I'll feel better.' He thought and started walking quicker to get to the Great Hall.
Draco had always had a burning passion for Hermione Granger inside him even though she was a mudblood. When she had snuck into the Slytherin dorm where he slept, woken him up at one in the morning and told him how much she had always loved him he had looked at her like she was crazy. She always seemed to hate him. Avoiding him, helping that retched Potter make fun of him. So when she tried to leave he ran after her and sat down with her on the couch in the lounge. The next part had gone so quickly, Draco could barley remember it. What happened was sort of a blur. He still doesn't know if he was the one who kissed Hermione or if Hermione had kissed him. All he could remember was that he had ended up on the couch with Hermione sleeping next to him with her head on his chest and, this is the part that confused him the most that day, they both had their clothes off and had a blanket over them that covered their waists and lower. Since then Hermione would sneak out of her dorm two nights a week and Draco would let her in and they would always end up the same way that was confusing to Draco. Naked.
Now he waited for Hermione at the end of the stairs that led to the door that would reveal the Gryffindor lounge. It had been 15 minutes. He had been waiting ever since Harry Potter came out. Right now he had a fear that she wasn't okay. She had given him the password that opened the door, so why not use it and see if she was okay. He hesitated, but in the end he climbed up the stairs, whispered the password, glanced around to see if anyone was near, and when he decided it was safe he entered. The Gryffindor house was empty. He had checked everywhere.
He looked around from the staircase he was standing on. The door that led to the boys' dorm was slightly cracked. It caught Draco's eye. Every other time he had been here the door had been tightly closed. He walked toward it and pushed it lightly. The door swung open as if to invite him inside. He took a step in and closed the door behind him. Then he gave a gasp that if anyone had been in the Gryffindor house they would have heard. Hermione lay on the floor, without clothes, motionless and not breathing.
