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Chapter 7"HARRY JAMES POTTER! RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! GET YOUR SORRY BLOODY ARSES UP HERE, NOW"
Hermione's screaming vibrated throughout the Common Room.
"What in Merlin's name did you two do?" Ginny whispered to Harry, who gulped when hearing his name.
"Um, nothing." Harry whispered back, eyes frantically searching for an escape of the Hermione wrath.
"HARRY AND RON! DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE!"
Finding no escape, Harry and Ron chose to go down Fred-And-George style. They shared another mischievous look before Harry dramatically scooped Ginny into his arms.
"I love you," his breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly. Then he lifted his head up and proclaimed to the room, "Let it be known that I regret my parting from this life today, only in the respect that it invariably includes my parting from my love."
Ron joined the Insanity Club and pulled Ginny out of Harry's arms. He gave her a mournful hug and declared, "Tell Mum I love her!" before putting down a giggling Ginny and taking a stance by Harry's side.
"Ron, my friend, it seems to me that we are about to run through these corridors for the last time." Harry remarked, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"It seems so," Ron replied in the strange, Old English voice the two of them had been mocking. Then, returning to his normal tone, he looked pointedly at Ginny and then back at Harry as he warned, "But this doesn't mean you're off the hook, yet."
"THAT'S IT! YOU TWO ARE IN FOR IT NOW!" Hermione's yells got louder as they were joined by her angry stomps down to the Common Room.
"OK, time to go!" announced Harry, and he and Ron fled from the room.
A rather angry Hermione appeared in the doorway, finding, as she expected, neither Harry nor Ron.
"Which way did they go?!" she demanded, eyes piercing straight through Ginny.
Ginny, who had seen this rather un-Hermione-ish, almost frightening while somehow hilarious Hermione before, responded calmly. "I don't know, it's not like they were going to wait around and tell me."
Hermione wanted to believe her best friend, even though Ginny wasn't telling the exact truth.
No, she didn't know where they were, but she would bet her life she had correctly guessed where they would be headed- the one place in this entire castle Hermione would never think to look for them. The best part about hiding there was that even by some inconceivable notion Hermione ended up finding them, the respect their best friend had for the hallowed hall, as well as a certain elderly librarian, ensured their protection from an extremely horrible death.
But somehow she couldn't fathom the thought that Ginny did not hold the answer. She exploded, "What do you mean you don't know where they are?! You're Ron's sister and Harry's girlfriend for Merlin's sake! How could you not?!"
"Bloody hell Granger, control your temper." Draco interrupted with his usual drawl. "It's not her fault those two bloody wankers didn't tell her what blasted corner of this gigantic castle they hid from you in when you're about to rip their sodding heads off."
Hermione quickly and quite easily turned her anger towards the blonde Slytherin. "Why are you sticking up for her?! You should be on my side!" she yelled, stomping closer to the focus of her anger at the moment, getting only further driven up the wall by the fact that he had not recoiled into the shadows, but acted as if nothing was different than normal.
"Well I just think you're being unreasonable." Draco stated, walking calmly over to the couch where he could sit.
She followed him hurriedly, not willing to let this argument go that simply. "I'm being unreasonable? I don't think I'm being bloody unreasonable!" she retorted, "They read my bloody diary for Merlin's sake! Not to even mention the fact that they trashed my room!"
Ginny's eyebrows crashed down into her eyes and the curiosity became overwhelming. Knowing that Hermione would never get around to telling her when she was in this state, Ginny snuck upstairs to witness the terror her brother and boyfriend had unleashed on the Head Girl's bedroom.
Draco pondered this for a moment before responding. He knew a girl's diary was extremely private and not to be messed with, but obviously Potter and Weasley had not picked that up. Of course, they had most likely never been jinxed the summer before first year by a certain female friend when she had caught them red-handedly invading her private thoughts… but that had nothing to do with the situation. "Well, I suppose that is understandable, but get real Granger. You're going to take out all that anger on an innocent bystander when Potter and Weasley are the ones deserving a lung-capacity duel?" Draco tilted his head to the side, a new thought bursting into his mind, "How in Merlin's name do you know that they read your diary, anyways?"
Hermione sat down next to Draco heavily and scoffed, "Because the prats were daft enough to leave it open on the floor, that's why."
Slowly the room's other occupants began to sleepily make their way out of the portrait and back to their own dormitories, leaving the Head Boy and Girl to stare into the dancing flames before them.
A/N Ok so I will be switching back and forth from what is happening with Ginny and what is happening with Hermione and Draco, just so ya know! )
Not wanting to make any sound, lest she gets caught and yelled at by Hermione, Ginny slowly made her way up to Hermione's room, wondering what Ron and Harry had done to get Hermione so worked up.
Draco sighed softly and looked over at the girl sitting next to him. She looked so… broken. He thought back to all those times that she had helped him out when times were more than he could bare; had he looked as she did now? Was it this sense of the desire to comfort this broken spirit what she had felt? He reached a hand out, tentatively placing it on her shoulder. "Hermione? Are you alright?"
She shrugged off his hand. "I'm fine," she replied, still glaring at the fire in front of her. Draco sighed, not believing her, but not knowing what he should do. Hermione was much better at this sort of thing than he was.
Silence enveloped them and Draco found himself looking back into the fiery flames that licked through the air, striving to grasp as much oxygen as their greedy red tails could reach. When he spoke again, he found he could not look at her. He gazed into the fire, nearly whispering in the empty room. "I'm sorry," he told the flames, "I... I didn't mean to… I hadn't meant to…my temper sort of took me over the edge..." Draco felt awkward. He had tried to apologize, or at least tell her how bad he felt, but the words were lost to him, he didn't know how to word such an apology, and to top it all off he was nervous about how Hermione would respond to his inadequacy.
Ginny met the slightly ajar door with her hand and pushed it all the way open, peering inside.
Ginny stood in the doorway. "This is what got Hermione into her hissy fit? I thought they let off a crate of Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-Bangs or something…" Ginny mumbled to herself, walking inside to further admire the work that Ron and Harry did.
Hermione let out a breath she hadn't meant to be holding as she thought abut the words Draco had just professed to her. She knew how difficult and awkward apologizing was for him, and she knew that her explosion before at his one slip-up was a little over edge, and she should probably forgive him… but something held her back. She was so unsure of what to do… Now Harry and Ron knew about her feelings for Draco and she didn't know how she felt about that. Harry and Ron were so important to her, as important as air. She could never wish as much to think that they could one day accept that which had been secretly growing between her and their ex-enemy. Her dreams were nothing but that, dreams. And she was foolish to think otherwise.
But she enjoyed being foolish for once in her life. If this is what being wrong led to, she would fail every test to feel like this. Those times when she was with Draco were some of the best of her life. Yet, her friends knowing about them made her feel guilty, guilty that they existed and guilty that she found so much happiness with him. Still…
"I know," she whispered to the flames. She turned her head to meet his eyes for a brief moment before focusing on the pillow to his left. "I know." She might not have forgiven him quite yet, but she understood that he tried, tried for her.
Though right now, their tension needed to be brushed away for the moment. She needed someone to support her. To simply hold her. Slowly, she turned her body towards his, still focusing on the pillow that stared so invitingly back at her. Wordlessly she met his eyes again, piercing them with a question her voice could not ask right then. Those silver clouds of his stared back into her swirls of earth as she silently repositioned herself by his side. He moved his legs onto the couch as she curled up next to him, practically laying on his side as she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. His long arms that could never quite reach the Golden Snitch encompassed her waist with ease, right hand stroking her long hair. Both sighed softly as Hermione tried to let all thought flow out of her body, closing her eyes and sinking into the comfort she found in the arms of someone she had hated for so many years. Draco returned his gaze to the dangerous flames of red and orange that greedily lapped up the oxygen in the air, thoughts twirling chaotically in his mind as his hand gently moved through those locks of earthen brown.
Ginny wandered over to the book that lied open on the floor, dodging the toilet paper streamers that decorated the room. Stooping down to pick up the book, her eyes scanned its contents, growing wide as she remembered hearing the same story from the writer herself. She understood Hermione's anger with the two boys now; this entry contained some of Hermione's most well-kept secrets, ones that Ginny alone knew in full. Hermione had not even yet confided in Draco how she felt about their relationship. For Harry and Ron to have read this… Ginny did not feel sorry for them anymore. She hoped Hermione would find them. They needed to know that a girl's private thoughts were not to be messed with by a couple of inconsiderate, daft teenage boys. Maybe she should go tell Hermione that Harry and Ron had hidden in the Hogwarts' library. After all, she always put her friends before her boyfriend of the current time, and for Ron? Well he was only her brother.
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