Chapter 7: The Afterparty

The party went well into the late night. It wasn't until almost 3AM when students were dragging themselves sleepily to their respective houses (or some visiting others in their houses like Dean who had finally cracked the shell of Padma Patil) for some late night snogging.

Much to Ginny's wanting she did not follow Draco and Hermione to the heads dorm. For one she was too tired to want to do anything else. And for two she had quite a few glasses of fire whiskey and did not want her first time with Draco to be because she was drunk.

Draco and Hermione headed back to their dorm laughing over events that had happened when they heard yelling coming from a classroom. Draco and Hermione ran to the door, putting their ears to it to listen.

"I didn't do anything!" squeaked an annoying female's voice.

"Yes you bloody well did! You were practically having a fucking threesome on the dance floor!" yelled a furious male voice back.

"That's gotta be Ron and Lav." whispered Hermione as Draco snickered.

"It was only dancing. I wouldn't fuck them if they paid me and besides I'm with you Won-Won!"

"She and Goyle hooked up. I woke up to hearing that shit." whispered Draco. Hermione stuck out her tongue, grossed out by the news.

"Well you don't bloody well act like you're with me!"

"You're one to talk! I saw you and Granger!"

Hermione gasped.

"Saw us what? Dancing? Of course you did the whole room did. She's my best friend and she was trying to make me feel better."

"How much better did you need to feel Ron? You looked like you wanted to make love to her!"

Hermione gasped again, almost choking on air. Draco patted her back with one hand and muffled his laughter with the other.

"What part of best friend do you not comprehend?!"

That statement should not have hurt Hermione but it did. She didn't want to hear anymore, so she walked off towards her dorm, leaving Draco at the door.


Hermione felt tears forming in her eyes and she willed them not to fall. She reached the dorm, went into her room, and plopped down on her bed, trying very hard not to cry. What the hell would she be crying for anyways? They were exactly as Ron had said it. Best friends. This dare had taken control of her emotions and she didn't like it anymore.

About 10 minutes later she heard a knock on her door. She opened it to find Ron standing there looking irritated.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi."

"Were you about to sleep?" asked Ron.

"No. I'm not sleepy."

"Can I come in? Can I talk to you for a bit?"

Hermione hesitated. Did she really want to let Ron into her room? Was it a good idea to let him into anything of hers anymore?

"Sure" she said opening the door wide enough for him to slip in.

Hermione closed the door and then say back down onto her bed. Ron walked over and sat beside her.

"So, Draco told me that you head Lav and I's row and that you got upset." said Ron.

Hermione glanced at him quickly and then back down at her lap.

"Why are you mad at me?" asked Ron. "Mione, speak to me."

"What reason should I have to be mad at you Ronald?" said Hermione feeling tears build up again. "We're only best friends after all right?"

"Mione, what the hell? You're mad because I called you what you are?"

"You know..." she began, not being able to finish her sentence.

"I know what? I know a lot of things Mione. I know that if I would have told her that we were snogging against the bookshelf in the library after she saw me and you dancing the way we were tonight, she would have hexed off my bollocks!"

"A snog. Is that all it meant to you?" said Hermione, getting angry.

"No Mione, not at all! You know that! But I certainly can't tell her that!"

Hermione looked at Ron and wiped her eyes. He did have a point. He couldn't flat out say that to the crazy bint. No telling what she would have done to Ron. And then Hermione would have no choice but to kill her. And she was too young and pretty for Azkaban.

She decided to see where she could take this conversation. After all, she had 32 days left of the dare, plus that slag had reconfirmed that Ron should be rightfully hers and not Lavenders.

And then what Ron had just said...

"I don't know what to do Ron. I mean, it's obvious that we are feeling things for each other. Well, I mean, that I have feelings for you. I can't exactly read your mind." said Hermione looking into Ron's eyes.

Ron's expression softened, his hands grasping Hermione's waist, pulling her closer to him. "So you're really going to sit here and believe that I don't have feelings for you too? We snogged Mione. We danced very very closely. And with both occurrences, it all felt great. Normal. And even though it was wrong, it felt absolutely right. Why do you think I'm here with you and not her? I wanted to see if you were okay. I don't want to hurt you."

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She pulled Ron to her by his shirt and allowed his lips to crash into hers. He ran his hands through her hair as he licked her lip, tongue begging to be inside of her mouth.

Their tongues swirled and dipped around each other, Hermione tasting chocolate and fire whiskey, Ron tasting sugar quills and butterbeer, both tastes melding into one for one giant flavor of sexual sin.

Hermione laid back, taking Ron with her as she kicked off her shoes and ran her hand down his arm, taking in all the strength of it and memorizing every single muscle. Ron lifted up and quickly snatched off his shirt, causing Hermione to gasp. Sure, in the seven years they had known each other, she had seen his chest many times, but it was something about to tonight and how the moon peeking through her window hit it making his pale skin shine that made her become awestruck.

She touched his skin and took in his warm feeling. Ron gasped at the contact of her cold soft hands on his warm chest. Never had Lavender's touch made him feel so alive, so wanted, so loved.

Ron's lips moved to Hermione's neck as Hermione ran her fingers through his blood red locks. Each kiss sent signals of arousal to Hermione's love.

Hermione pushed Ron up off of her and proceeded to take off her shirt. Ron couldn't help but stare at her, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Ron started kissing and nibbling at her collarbone, causing Hermione to moan and whisper his name, something that made Ron shudder with excitement. He continued kissing her, making his way down to her breasts, not taking them out of her bra for fear of her not wanting that, but he lightly bit the top of one causing Hermione to giggle. She tugged at his hair, signalling him to move his head back up to hers where she kissed him with so much passion, if someone was looking in, you would swear that they were together and in love.

They continued their passionate kissing and exploration of each other until they both grew tired. Ron was too exhausted to leave. And Hermione really didn't want him to go.

Hermione and Ron got under her blanket spooning and watching the fire burn that Ron had lit.

"Hermione" said Ron sleepily. "What are we?"

Hermione's eyes popped open. She really didn't know how to answer the question. The reality of the situation was that Ron had a girlfriend, and Hermione was basically some type of mistress.

But she didn't want to say anything close to that. And she was too tired to think of a proper word. It had hit the both of them that they had fallen deeper into whatever this was. Maybe they would figure it out in the morning. But for now...

"Us, Ron." whispered Hermione. "We're just us."

Ron smiled and snuggled into Hermione's hair.

"I like us." whispered Ron in her ear, kissing the back of her neck lightly.

"Yeah. I like us too."