Chapter Ten – Meetings and Moans

Belongs to the Rich One (JK Rowling)

I just like to make her characters do silly things…x

Harry had promised to put his mind to it; together they were sure they could figure it out. They worked together in class, discussing it under 'Muffliato.' Transfiguration was boring, Gamp's Elemental Law's of Transfiguration. Hermione, Ron and Harry knew all about them, and earned fifty points for Gryffindor together.

Dinner arrived and they tucked in to chips and chicken and vegetables. Some girls were fighting over lasagne, but Hermione wasn't a pasta person. They agreed to meet in her room at half eight, because Draco and Hermione needed to do a bit more of their instant communication project for muggle studies.

Draco walked Hermione back up, and Hermione decided they were going to muggle London in the holidays.

'Draco, have you ever seen a computer?'

'Err, what's a computer?'

'Oh, apparently not, a computer is a machine that you can manipulate data on according to what you want to do on it. Nower days we have laptops and notebooks, they are portable computers.'

'Oh, I think I saw one of them things once. At King's Cross-, a muggle was typing in messages and it popped up on the screen. It was something like Grindilows Hive Messenger.'

'Ha, Windows Live Messenger! That is exactly what we are doing a project on. You can write about your first sight of MSN (that's what muggles call it) and what you thought it was.'

'OK, you know this holiday, at Christmas. Are you staying here?'

'I'm going home, but I'm coming back on New Years Eve and only leaving on Christmas Eve, so I won't miss to many celebrations.'

'Well, I was wondering if you would like to go to Diagon Alley or somewhere with me. I mean, it might be boring, but I thought you might want to.'

'I would love to Draco, and I wondered, this project would be even better if you had actually used a computer. So maybe you would like to go into muggle London and use a computer, or you can use my laptop.'

'Cool, you have a laptop?'

'Yeah, most people do. If you get into your Muggle University, then you'll need to buy one.'

After that, they settled down to work, and transfigured some cushions into beanbags at eight. Draco went down to the kitchens, and came back holding pumpkin juice, butterbeer, crisps, cake and biscuits. They set them out nicely, and waited. At precisely eight thirty, Harry and Ginny arrived. They settled on a beanbag and Ginny cuddled up to Harry. He stroked her hair and kissed her cheeks. They stopped abruptly a minute later when Ron entered the room. He sat in between Harry and Hermione.

'Hi, so what's this about?' asked Ron.

'Well, me and Draco, we have decided to, err…' she couldn't say it, so Draco finished.

'We're going out with each other.'

Ron looked like he was going to explode. He had thought that she had forgiven him. They had kissed last year, and now she was with his deadliest enemy. This wasn't right. No. Another thought struck him. Did Harry know about this? He asked as much, and Harry at least had the grace to go red and look down.

'Your such a slut Hermione, you'd go with anyone your so desperate.' Ron yelled this out in pure desperation, not even thinking about the fact that her best friend and boyfriend surrounded him.

Three minutes later, he had pink hair, purple skin and a pair of antlers made of cheese. That was the most one-sided duel he had ever seen. He had no idea what charms they had used; they were both adept at soundless magic, that they had no reason to utter a word.

'You filthy mudblood, he was right all these years; you aren't fit to have magic. Stupid bitch.'

The charms had worn off, as neither boy wished to be apprehended by McGonogall for duelling. They levitated him to his dormitory and left him there. Ginny was comforting Hermione, while Draco set up a bed for Harry in their common room. Ron might try to retaliate against Harry; it was safer for him in here.

Ginny headed back to the common room after a very long kiss goodbye with Harry. It was highly unlikely that Ron would attack his own sister, and as long as she stayed in her Dorm, Ron couldn't get to her anyway.

Draco and Hermione slept in separate beds, just to give the right impression. If he had a nightmare, Hermione would be right there. Harry could also see it if it woke him up. It might give him an idea.

They had been asleep for about three hours when the whimpering and crying woke them up. Hermione went into Draco's bedroom first and climbed into his bed. He, whilst sleeping, snuggled into her, and immediately his crying grew quieter until it eventually stopped.

Harry felt compassion for this boy. He had been plagued with nightmares after Cedric Diggory's death. He had also suffered from them after Sirius and Remus died. He had just remembered the good things that they had done. The good times rather than replaying the deaths over and over and over. This type of nightmare was different though. It wasn't about something like that. It was about his past, and he had received next to no control over his own life.

The next morning arrived suddenly; Harry had already gone when Draco and Hermione climbed down the stairs into the common room. They had started to enjoy the company of each other, and missed each other when not sharing a bed. Was this natural for two eighteen year olds? Hermione began to think that it was only right for two people in love.