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~Last Time: Hermione wakes up to being covered with a blanket. Harry answers Hermione's question. He tells her that he put her mask in her trunk. Hermione asks Harry if he read her diary. Hermione hits Harry with a pillow. Harry grabs pillow and pulls it and Hermione towards him. He tell Hermione that he likes her too. They KISS.~
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Hermione pulled back to stare in Harry's eyes.
"Really?" she whispered.
He nodded, smiling slightly.
"Thank you," Hermione said, still whispering.
"What for?" Harry asked, not whispering.
Hermione stopped whispering. "For reading my diary."
Harry stared at her for a good three minutes before laughing.
Hermione frowned and pulled farther away from him. She started to walk out of the dorm. Harry stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. "If your going to leave, I'll just follow you. I really do like you Hermione."
Hermione pulled her wrist out of his hand and walked down the stairs to the Common Room. She could hear Harry's footfalls behind her.
Sitting down on the red couch that was placed in front of the fire that burned brightly, Hermione patted the seat next to her. Harry assumed it was for him and sat down.
"Harry. Harry it isn't going to work. My father-"
"Don't call him that." Harry cut in.
Hermione glared at him. "Fine Voldermort, Voldermort has a bet going on. Well a competition of sorts actually. Harry, whichever one brings you to him first, they get to have me."
"What do you mean 'have you'? No one can have you Hermione. You can't be owned."
"Have me as in, a wife, a prize. Voldermort told Draco, Blaise, and Nott whoever brought you to him first gets to have me. I don't want to marry Nott, Harry."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "You left out Zabini and Malfoy, Hermione."
Hermione looked into Harry's green eyes. "Blaise wouldn't be so bad. At least he'd treat me with some respect. And Draco, Harry, you haven't seen him since school's started. He's been very pleasant towards me actually. And Pansy. Well, Pansy thinks he has a crush on me."
"That doesn't explain why you don't want to marry Malfoy, Hermione." Harry said with a sigh. He put his hands on his knees and stood up. "I think I get the picture Hermione. You have to carry me in so you don't get given away."
Hermione bowed her head. "Yes," she mumbled.
She heard Harry sigh again and she heard the Portrait door swing open and then shut.
Looking up she saw Ron at the base of the stairs to the Boy's dorm.
"What's his problem?" Ron asked, hand gestured at the Portrait Hole.
Hermione sighed and patted the seat next to her.
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