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I Love You With All Of My Broken Heart
Chapter Ten
Lost all that I have; now I'm just yours.
Ron was still fuming at the sight of Hermione and his little sister dancing with two Slytherins. And they way they were dressed nearly caused him to have a heart attack.
'When did my best friend and sister change so much? Will I always see them as the little girls, that they aren't anymore?' he asked himself those questions while trying to fall asleep. Harry's light snores were heard from the foot of his bed.
'Maybe, I should just back off, and be supportive?' no manner of reasoning would ease his conscience.
Drifting into a rather disturbed sleep, he soon forgot the matter.
Trying to forget the encounter with Ron, that happened only a few minutes before the foursome decided to head back to Hermione's now welcoming hotel room. The look on his face was pricelessly filled with a shocking, loathsome look of disdain.
"So, when we get back, who's sleeping with who?" Hermione inquired innocently.
"I'll sleep where ever. Just don't send me home to Ron, Bill, Charlie, mum and dad." Ginny pleaded, but only so Hermione could tell.
"I would never do that! I wouldn't wish that on my most hated enemy." Her best friend replied.
"So, if I was shit-faced drunk, you wouldn't send me home to my mother?" Draco asked, also feigning innocence.
"You're not my enemy. You may be Ron and Harry's, but not mine. I never hated you. You merely annoyed me by calling me those foul names. Like Mudblood and all those others." Hermione stood her ground. 'If Draco wants to open the past, let's.' Hermione thought to herself in the quiet refuge of her mind.
"I always thought you two always hated each other?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, same here, until Drake told me Hermione put him in his place. Damn, he was pissed, until he felt his cheek and smiled. It was like Cupid shot him in the ass with one of his arrows." Blaise laughed hard.
Draco gave a Blaise a look of pure fury. "It wasn't exactly like that! I just said she knew how to hold her own against me. I found that very attractive in a woman." Draco was attempting to defend his thirteen year old self.
"Really you said that?" Hermione questioned. "I saw they way you looked at me during The Yule Ball in fourth year." She had caught him.
"I wasn't staring. I was merely wondering how you could look like that, but never do." The gothic boy tried to reason, but with no success. He was drunk, hell all four of them were drunk.
Hermione's hotel was a welcome to all the walking they had done. Sure, they could've Apparated, but when you can't see straight, it makes concentrating a bit hard.
"I'm getting in the shower." Ginny announced happily. Grabbing her clothes, she glided in.
Blaise watched as the youngest Weasley made her exit. 'If I can just get her as mine, maybe I won't feel so empty all the time. I think this goes farther than a casual shag, or oneweekrelationship.'
"Okay, when Ginny gets out, who is going in next?" Hermione looked at the two guys standing in her room.
"It's four in the fucking morning Granger, just go to sleep." Malfoy said to her.
Narrowing her eyes, she looked at his pale face. Realizing for the first time, he had eyeliner under his eyes. It had fallen to under his is now silver eyes.
"Your eyeliner ran, Malfoy." The hazel-eyed girl replied coolly.
Blaise laughed again and fell on top of a bed. Ginny walked out and eyed the people carefully.
"Blaise, what is so funny?"
"Hermione told Drake that is eyeliner ran!" His face was red from the laughter.
Ginny made a face that said "Oh," like the others, she too fell on the bed. Only it was on top of Blaise.
Both stopped laughing, the intense gaze exchanged between them lit up the room with new found love. Dark blue, met sky blue, then all was right in the hotel room.
Ginny settled in next to Blaise, who sheepishly put an arm around her petite waist. To "keep herfrom falling," as he defended himself later. Those two instantly fell asleep.
"I guess Blaise really likes Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking in Draco's direction.
"Yeah, I knew it for awhile." His voice heavily with sleep. "You know, Hermione, the last time we slept together, was when you showed up in my room a couple weeks ago." Stating the obvious.
"I know, you were also late for work, but brought me a Hot Fudge Sundae to make it up to me."
Draco walked over to Hermione's bed, and got in behind her. Hermione turned and faced him.
"When we go back to school, what will happen then?" Her voice was soft and slipping away into the dreamless sleep.
"I don't know." Was all he could say.
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