Hermione woke up the next day and found that spot beside her was empty. She sighed. It was always the same every time. They would see each other in the middle of the night, have sex and then one of them would be gone before the morning light hit the pillow.
She knew that it was never going to be more then a meeting of each other in the night. A meeting that was made as a way to save each other. It was something that helped the two of them in a great time of need. The only thing about these interludes was that she should feel something negative towards them.
But she didn't.
She felt something when ever they slept with each other. She thought that she should feel dirty and used afterwards. But she couldn't because when she thought about it, she was using him like he was using her. And she could never feel dirty about something that was good between the two of them.
She rolled over and hugged the pillow that still had his scent on it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She thought that she would never be able to get the scent out of her system and for the moment she hoped she didn't.
Did she love him? No she didn't. Did she care about him? She could honestly say that she did. She wouldn't sleep with him if she didn't.
The only thing that she felt guilty about was the fact that she had to lie to her two best friends about sleeping with him or in their case slept with him. She wasn't ashamed about it, she felt that sex was a natural part of life. She just couldn't tell them that she only slept with him in the beginning as a need.
A need to feel. A way for her to feel when she was stuck with in his manor. So she lied to them and became furious with them when she found out she was being followed. Not because she was worried about being found out. No she wasn't scared of that cause they only did it in each others rooms, but because it was there free time together. Where they could talk about school, wishes and dreams. Just about anything that they felt they needed to talk about.
Hermione always thought that it was weird that he would only talk to her outside the bedroom. But she always shrugged it off in the moment. She could honestly say that she didn't care.
Hermione then decided to get out of bed. She threw the covers off and slowly got up from the bed. She was a little sore from last night. It wasn't a gentle night for the both of them. Each had their own demand that they wanted to have met and both fought for it.
She slowly but surely made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She smiled as she thought about the fact that each head had their own. She was thankful for it because she was able to go in and not wait for it to be in use.
Hermione winced as she stepped under the hot spray and then relaxed. She moved to grab her soap and gave a small squeak.
"The bugger left a mark!" She grumbled as she rubbed the soap over her hip bone.
It was a rule that they both of them made the first time they slept with each other in Hogwarts. No marks. No hickeys, no scratching, no nothing. It was a way so that their friends wouldn't be able to see evidence of them sleeping with someone.
Hermione flicked the shower off and grabbed the towel that was just outside the shower. She then walked into the room and over to her dresser. She pulled out a fresh uniform and put it on. When she felt like she was done she looked into the mirror and nodded to herself.
It was a something that she picked up after the war. It was a way to tell herself that she is a strong and confident girl. A way to tell herself that she made it another day and that she should be proud of herself.
She opened her door and felt a little shock of disappointment when the door across the hallway didn't open with hers. She shook her head, closed the door behind her and made her way down the stairs to the head common room.
She didn't even make it down the stairs when she felt a body slam into her.
"Oh my god Hermione!" She winced at the high pitched squeal.
"What Ginny?" Hermione pushed the red head off of her.
"Harry asked me out!" Ginny squealed again and did a full turn.
Hermione smiled at Ginny. "Congrats...Again!"
Ginny lightly slapped Hermione's arm. "No need to be sarcastic!"
"You've told me every day this week hun."
Ginny sighed. "It doesn't feel real is all."
Hermione nodded and looked past Ginny to see Draco smirking on the couch. She watched as he looked up and their eyes meet. She watched as he gave her a small smile and turn back to his work.
"...But lets head down to breakfast." Ginny said bringing Hermione out of her trance. "Harry and Ron are waiting for us."
"Oh?" Hermione exclaimed bringing her full attention to Ginny.
"Yes. Harry said that he wants to eat with me. Also that Harry and Ron would wait for the two of us since we usually come down together."
"Well better not keep them waiting." Hermione laughed. "Or we both know what happens with those boys."
Ginny chuckled. "Oh yes and their tables manners get horrendous from the long wait!"
They both laughed as they walked out of the common room. And just before the portrait door closed behind them Hermione took one last look inside and saw that Draco had look at them again. And when their eyes meet for the second time, it was a look of promise of the night to come. A look that promise a night full of passion.
The portrait closed on the two girls and the boy. One of the girls thinking of the new love that she had. The other girl thinking of the night that had yet to come and of feelings that she was starting to feel. While the boy could only think of the longing of the touch he missed and of the feelings that confused him so.