A/N: Here's the chapter I promised, more Drarry action and some more plot! Also, the story might not follow through the books. Some stuff wont happen, pretend this is a AU in Hogwarts or something. XD
-Harry's P.O.V-
"..."
I pant, staring wide eyed to my certain obsession. He was staring at me back, his expression unreadable but shocked.
We both stand there for what seemed like a million years.
Surprisingly, Draco was the first to attempt the breaking of the current heavy tension.
"Why did you kiss me." I felt myself answer-less by his gaze, which was calculating but also filled with something else...
Hope?
"I..I.." I began, my voice shaky. From my earlier confession and this.
"Well why do you think I kissed you!" I found myself yelling, I didn't have time for this. I was late to class.
So is he. My brain pointed out.
"So your telling me..." Draco started. "That you either A: Did it for a joke, B: Did it because you have a crush on me or C: Because you weren't thinking..."
I just stared slightly a him, surprised by the lack of disgust or sneering in his voice. He sounded...
Nice.
Making up my decision, I closed up the distance between us. Not giving him a chance to stop me.
And I snogged him.
And I snogged him hard.
Realizing that he wasn't pushing me away, but more like snogging me back. I pulled back a few inches.
"It's B..." I whispered, before Draco pulled me in for a deeper kiss.
And I didn't wake up.
Thank merlin!
"Your late Potter and Malfoy." Snape sneered at us as we entered, the class were already brewing the potions. "20 points from Gryffindor and 10 from Slytherin."
"Frickin' unfair bas-" I mutter under my breath.
"And for that muttering, Potter. You can be paired with Mr. Malfoy, as that will also be a fair punishment for both of you." Snape sneered, pointing us two at the last table.
Oh, how wrong he was.
I looked at the instructions on the potion, not taking it in. I hear Malfoy cough for my attention.
"Don't worry, I've made this potion once when I was nine..." He said, walking off to get the ingredients.
Noticing my gaping look when he returned with the right ingredients, he smiled slightly.
"My Mother taught me, and it doesn't help that Snape is my Godfather." Draco raises a eyebrow at my even more shocked face. "My Father and he knew each-other well at school..."
Nodding, I looked down to the ingredients.
"Um, what should I do. It has to be easy otherwise I will ruin it, I absolutely suck at potions..." I warned, making Draco chuckle quietly.
"Fine, chop these Beedleroot's thinly and the Pollygrowth's thickly." Draco orders me, pulling the Beedleroot's and Pollygrowth's towards me. "And I'll take care of putting the ingredients in and stirring."
"Okay." I agree, getting on with my task.
Within minutes our potion is the perfect colour is said it needed to be, Snape stalked over.
"Surprising." He sneered. "I didn't expect the potion to be in the Cauldron, but on you." Snape glared once more, (In my direction.) And strides off to probably mentally torture Neville once more.
I felt someone's gaze on my head, turning my head around. I saw Ron looking at me, not really glaring but confused. He mouthed 'Why are you being friendly with Malfoy'.
I don't reply.
Turning back to Malfoy and our Potion, I see it's only one stir away from done. And we only have 15 minutes left.
But Malfoy is having a silent mouthing argument with his 'Friends'. I notice that Draco isn't going to turn any time soon and the potion needs to be stirred very soon.
Ignoring my brain's plea's for no stupidity, I stir the potion Clockwise once, then Anti-Clockwise.
The potion turns into a bubbly purple, the exact colour it needed to be.
Surprised with myself, I pat Draco's shoulder to show him.
"Wow." He smiles, genuinely. "You did it, I was so distracted from my so called friends and you managed to stop it failing."
I hide my abashed smile. "I guess we're done, we better bottle it up."
"Yeah." Draco says, squeezing my hand under the table before bottling it up and giving it to a shocked Snape.
-Ginny's P.O.V-
I yawn, finally finishing my Transfiguration paragraph. I look up, everyone is still writing. I start to think of Hermione again.
I can't believe Hermione was blushing when I took her toast, well. I did get closer and closer to her face. I'm surprised I had that affect on her, maybe that's a good thing...?
No, she was just worried that she would have to do the plan earlier than expected and the fact that it would be embarrassing.
"Miss Weasley, please pay attention." Professor Mcgonagall's stern voice snaps me out of my thoughts, I notice she was about to tell the class something.
"Sorry." I bashfully apologise, making my classmate's next to me roll their eyes.
"Now that you have learnt the basics of Transfiguring a inanimate object to a animal, we will learn next lesson and the week after to Transfigure a Animal into another animal. For example, a Rat into a Guinea-pig, we won't do larger animals until much later. I also want a essay on the theory of Transfiguring a Inanimate object into a Animal and how those skills will apply to our next lesson."
Everyone groaning about the homework, Professor Mcgonagall dismisses us.
"Ugh, that was boring." I groan to my friend, Rachel.
"Oh well, at least we're learning awesome stuff!" Rachel says, her eyes filled with passion.
I sigh, it was expected. Rachel was a muggle-born, and was obsessed with Wizards and Witches. She watched this muggle thing Lord of the Rings and wrote, read, drew about Wizards and Witches. She told me that when she was told she was a Witch she fainted.
Literally.
Normally after the first year, the Muggle-born's are used to the fact they are a Wizard or Witch, it never went for Rachel. She was still the over-fanatic that she was three years ago.
Which isn't annoying as it sounds.
"So what lesson do we have next?" I ask, stretching.
"We have Herbology!" Rachel squeals, my eardrum probably bursting and dying.
While I tried ignoring Rachel's over-fanatic rants and squeals, I started to remember when Hermione blushed
as I leaned closer. I tried to convince myself that it was because anyone would be embarrassed if they were about to be kissed by their friend, especially a girl friend...
But what if?
What if she liked me?
What if I had a chance?
"Ginny?" I heard Rachel say, snapping me out of my morose thoughts. She had a worried look on her face.
"Um... yeah?"
"I was talking to you about a awesome wizard book, Six paths for Successful wand lore. But you totally blanked out on me, and your face is super depressive..." Rachel raises a eyebrow. "What's up, your totally acting weird... especially lately."
I sigh, I might as well say it...
I grab Rachel's arm and half drag her to a private secluded area, making sure no students were near.
"I have to tell you a secret... please don't tell anyone, even if you were put under Crucio!" I plead.
"Cross my heart and hope to die." Rachel promises, making a weird sign with her hands. Probably Muggle...
"Well, I have a crush on somebody.. no.. I love this person.. and please don't judge me. If you left me, I wouldn't know what to do." I explain, tears brimming.
"I would never leave you!" Rachel scoffs, she puts a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"It's just, this person I love... is.. a.. Girl.." I whisper the last bit, but I knew that Rachel heard it.
"Wow." She mutters, in thought. "Well, it doesn't matter who you love. No one can help it... I'm still friends with you."
"Really?" I smile, hugging Rachel tightly. "Your the bestest friend ever!"
"I know, I know..." Rachel winks. "But just don't feel me up, I'm as straight as a line!"
Growling, I hit Rachel lightly on her shoulder.
"Oh haha, I'm not attracted to you."
"So I'm ugly then?"
"UGH! Stop messing with me." I groan, Rachel starts to laugh. So do I.
If anyone came across this scene, they would think me and Rachel were mental.
-Hermione's P.O.V-
After Arthrimacy ended, I had a free period. So I went to the common room to do my homework.
The only people in the spacious room were some people in my year and Harry, who looked very pleased with himself.
"Hey Harry." I greet, sitting next to him.
"Hey, Mione'." Harry mutters happily, his gaze off to the distance.
"So, what's happened? You look like the Cheshire cat..."
Harry blushes but turns his gaze towards me. "Well..." He begins. "Draco and I... kissed..."
I squeal loudly, even I couldn't believe I squealed that loudly.
"I told you, I told you!" I say, grinning.
"Yeah, but keep it quiet. We don't want someone to overhear." Harry mutters, a cute blush forming on his face.
"So, was it first and a bit of second?" I ask, wriggling my eyebrows suggestively.
Harry's eyes widen comically. "Um.. it was a kiss.. and some other stuff..."
"Like?"
"Gr-groping.." Harry whispers, looking very embarrassed.
I smirk. "So, are you guys... a Item?"
"I guess so... oh, that reminds me. I got to go somewhere, I'll see you later..." Harry says to me, getting up quickly. Pulling his cloak with him.
"Are you going to see Draco?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
Harry blushes a even cuter shade. "Y-yeah.." He stutters, quickly exiting the common-room.
Laughing slightly at Harry's embarrassment, I see Ron come over. Feeling a sudden urge of anger, I glare at him.
"What do you want?" I say, feeling like any second I want to punch him... and Lavender.
"This isn't about you." He says, annoyance in his voice. "It's about Harry..."
"What about him?"
"Well, he told me some... well.. yelled someone at me.." Ron starts to look awkward, his gaze looking anywhere but me.
"What did Harry tell you." I nearly snap.
"He told me... that he was... um.."
"Gay?"
"U-um, yeah..." Ron says, a confused look on his face.
"Ronald Weasley, if you hate, judge or want to 'change' Harry back. I will personally drag you to hell and make you scream." I warn, making Ron gulp.
"It's not that I hate him... it's just... it's awkward.." I feel kinda sorry for the idiot, he looks really pissed off at himself.
"I want to feel the same friendship like I did, but... It's suddenly... awkward to be around him... and I feel uncomfortable around him..."
I nearly growl. "You simple-minded idiot, just because he's Gay doesn't mean he will flirt or like you. He obviously only sees you as a friend, nothing else."
"Stop calling me a idiot! I hate it when you treat me like one..." Ron glares, his now pissed face directed at me.
"Ugh! Well stop acting like one, especially now! Your saying your uncomfortable around your bestest friend, someone who saved your and mine butt's. We all been through so much and your saying that!" I nearly yell, gathering the attention of the few people in the common-room.
Ron seemed speechless, he looked like he was going to apologise. But Lavender decided to butt in.
"Leave my Won-won alone!" She shrieked, making my forehead crease in anger.
"Stay out of this!" I angrily warn. "Just go upstairs and do your make-up, seeing how you have the urge to hide your ugly face!"
There was a tense silence in the common-room.
"You bitch!" Lavender screamed, pouncing on me. Scratching and clawing like a cat.
"Stop it, you two!" I hear Ron yell from somewhere. I didn't really notice, I was too busy punching and kicking Lavender off me.
"FIGHT! FIGHT!" I hear someone's joyful yell, probably Fred or George.
Remembering I had my wand on me, I took it out and quickly fired a stinging hex at Lavender. She yelled, covering her face.
"Ha!" I cheer. "Not so pretty now, Lavender!"
Lavender tries to throw some spells at me, but I block all of them. Suddenly the fight turned into a duel. With me blocking everything and Lavender trying to throw pathetic hexes and curses at me.
"STOP IT YOU GUYS!" I hear Ron yell again, looking slightly confused whether to pull us apart or risk getting cursed himself.
Being slightly distracted, I feel one of Lavender's curses hit me. Falling to the floor in pain, I grab my arm. Which isn't moving, I swore I heard a crack when the spell hit.
"YOU SLUT!" I howl. "MY ARM IS BROKEN!"
Lavender laughs, her high pitch voice pissing me off further. "Haha! Not so smart now Granger!"
Before I could send a high levelled curse to Lavender, Professor Mcgonagall swoops in.
"I cannot believe it, a duel in the common-room! Miss. Granger, I am especially disappointed with you!" She shouts, causing everyone except Me, Ron and Lavender to disperse.
"Mr. Weasley, Miss. Brown and Miss. Granger, follow me." Mcgonagall sternly orders, leading us to her office.
When we arrived at Mcgonagall's office, she turns around with a disappointed look. Making me want to crawl in a hole and die, this was all Lavenders fault!
"Wait here, while I get Headmaster Dumbledore. And Do. Not. Fight. If you do, you two will get suspended."
Feeling my eyes going wide, I sit on a chair obediently. I may be pissed as hell, but I'm not stupid.
"This is all your fault." I hear Lavender growl at me.
"Shut up! You butted in, so you started it. So it's your fault." I hiss, giving Lavender my best 'I hate you' look.
I wince, my arm still is broken. I try to move it, making me hiss out in pain.
"Haha" Lavender laughs, hands on hips. "That's what you get, bucktooth."
"Shut up, at least my face doesn't look like I got hit in the face with a iron." I smirk, watching with amusement as Lavender's face becomes a angry shade of purple.
"Ugh! You little bit-"
"That's enough, Miss Brown." Dumbledore says, seemingly appearing from nowhere with Professor Mcgonagall.
"Now, explain please." Dumbledore asks, not sounding angry at all.
He is the master of Guilt.
"Well, Hermione decided to put her nose in other people's business-" Lavender annoyingly began.
"I think Miss Granger would provide a more.. insightful explanation." Dumbledore interrupts, causing Lavender to scowl.
"Well, Sir." I begin. "I was talking to Ron about a private matter and we started arguing, Lavender decided to swoop in even though it wasn't any of her business. Then when I told her to go away, she started to fight me then causing a duel."
"That's not true! Hermione called me ugly!" Lavender wailed, her pathetic eyes wetting.
"Yes, but you also called Hermione some names too. You are both in the wrong." Dumbledore said calmly. "I think you both should head off to Madam Pomfrey for some healing. You will both have detention this Saturday and 20 points each will be taken from Gryffindor."
"Yes, sir." Me and Lavender say, in unison.
"And, Mr Weasley. Is there anything you want to add?" Dumbledore asks Ron, who's currently looking very depressed.
"N-no, nothing Sir." He mutters.
"Well then, Minerva. Will you kindly take these two girls to the Medical Wing, while I speak to Ronald alone."
"Yes, Albus."
I sigh, letting Professor Mcgonagall lead me and Lavender out of the room. I tried not to wince every time I moved, my arm was uselessly banging against my body.
I'm so going to get Lavender for it.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wrote more than I usually do, I'm going to write more of the plan later on. So expect some HermionexGinny.
