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Chapter 11:
Hermione heard the door open. She heard voices as two people climbed the stairs.
"Hermione!" Ginny called as she knocked on the door.
"Hermione isnt here," Hermione replied. "Come back later."
The door opened and Hermione heard two sets of footsteps. She pulled the blanket off of her head and saw Ginny and Lavender looking at her.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Ginny asked.
"Hiding," Hermione replied.
"From?" Ginny prompted.
"The world," Hermione said. "You."
"Why are you hiding from me?" Ginny asked. She sat on Hermione's bed. Lavender stood behind Ginny.
"You are mad at me," Hermione said.
"Oh, I am?" Ginny laughed. She looked over her shoulder, "Lav, did you know I was mad at Hermione?"
"I had no idea," Lavender smiled.
Ginny rolled her eyes, "If I was mad would I have come looking for you?" she asked.
"Yes, to hex me," Hermione pointed out.
"Hermione Jean, listen to me," Ginny said. "And look at me."
Hermione sat up and looked at Ginny. Her friend didn't appear angry.
"I am not angry with you," Ginny informed her. "Ron made his choices and now he has to live with them. Yes, I wish you two had worked out more to the point I wish he hadn't been the world's biggest prat. But you deserve to be happy. Are you happy?"
Hermione nodded, "I am," she said.
"Then I am happy for you," Ginny told her.
"Your family-" Hermione started.
"Will understand just like I do," Ginny assured her. "They all knew you would move on at some point. They understand this Ron's doing. No one will blame you for pursuing your happiness."
"But Ron-" Hermione started.
"Is a git," Ginny interrupted, "Like I said he made his choices and he has to live with them. He will put his mad face on for a while but he will get over it. He will move on to at some point. Granted it may take him longer because he is hard headed." Ginny took Hermione's hand, "I love you. I am not mad at you. Don't worry about Ron."
"I will write Ron a letter tonight telling him about me and Dean," Hermione said. "He deserves that."
"Ok, enough talk about prats," Ginny said. "Let's talk about you and Dean."
"What about us?" Hermione asked trying to hide her smile.
"The upside to you not dating my brother is I can ask for the dirty details without wanting to vomit," Ginny laughed.
"There are no dirty details," Hermione told them.
"But Seamus said-" Lavender said.
"What Seamus and Neville saw is it," Hermione told her. "We have just been snogging."
Ginny and Lavender looked disappointed.
"We have only been dating a few weeks," Hermione said. "We are taking things slow. You know Ron and I dated for 4 months and we never..."
"Shagged?" Lavender said.
Hermione nodded, "Now I am glad we didn't. I would be even more devastated if I lost my virginity to a guy who cheated on me after only four months."
"Fair point," Ginny said. She stood up and held out a hand, "Let's go."
"I am not going out there," Hermione said her face turning red. "I am too embarrassed."
"The only people Shay told were me and Lavender," Ginny said.
"He wouldn't tell everyone," Lavender assured her.
"Neville is too horrified by what he saw to say anything to you and you know Dean wont let Shay tease you," Ginny told her. "I will be hurt if you won't come and celebrate with me. This is my first win as captain."
Hermione laughed at Ginny's pouty face, "Alright fine," Hermione said.
Lavender and Ginny pulled Hermione to her feet. The girls walked out with their arms linked.
Dean was happy to see Hermione coming to the party with Ginny and Lavender. The girls were walking with their arms linked and they were laughing. When Hermione saw Dean she smiled and pulled away from her friends.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Dean's waist and put her head on his shoulder. "Hi," Dean said.
"Hi," Hermione replied.
"I told you that Ginny wouldn't be mad," Dean said kindly.
"I know," Hermione sighed.
"And Shay will not be saying anything about what he saw upon pain of hex," Dean said pointedly looking at his friend.
Seamus grinned at Hermione handing her a butterbeer. He didn't say anything but he looked highly amused. Hermione glared at him but took the butterbeer. "Shove off Finnegan," she snapped.
Seamus threw his head back and laughed.
"When I get done here I need to write to Ron," Hermione said.
"Why?" Dean snapped.
"I told you," Hermione replied. "He deserves to hear this from me. It may help him move on."
"Doubtful," Ginny snorted.
Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and smiled, "You know what? I don't want to argue with you. We won the game, I got the girl-today was a good day."
Hermione leaned up for a kiss, "The best day," she said.
"Hey kids." Dean pulled away and saw Charlie approaching. "Just wanted to say congratulations on the big win today and tell you to keep it up." He took noticed of Hermione wrapped in Dean's arms. "What's this then?"
Dean knew Hermione was nervous about Charlie's reaction. But Hermione smiled and said, "Dean and I are dating."
Charlie grinned, "Good on you mate," he told Dean. He picked up a butterbeer and tipped it towards Dean, "You are officially smarter than Ron."
Lavender snorted, "A flobberworm is smarter than Ron."
Charlie raised an eyebrow at her, "What is your problem with Ron."
Lavender shrugged, "We dated in 6th year. It didn't end well."
"Oh, your that girl," Charlie laughed.
"What does that mean?" Lavender demanded. "What did he say about me?"
"Nothing," Charlie lied and looked away.
Lavender grumbled and Seamus rubbed her shoulders and whispered consoling things to her.
"Well, I should go," Charlie said not sounding too happy about it. "Congrats again to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. " Then he winked at Hermione, "And to the head boy and head girl."
"Bye professor," Seamus called.
"Stop sucking up," Ginny teased.
"Seriously," Lavender said to Ginny. "What did Ron say about me?"
"Nothing," Ginny assured her.
"It doesnt matter, Lav," Hermione told her. "Like anybody cares what Ron has to say now he has made an ass out of himself."
Lavender nodded, "You're right," she agreed. "He doesnt matter."
Dean was glad that the crisis was averted. He leaned over and whispered, "Want to get out of here?"
"The party just started," Hermione replied.
"Well, I would like to celebrate with you-alone," he said quietly.
Hermione grinned but said, "We can't leave yet."
"Fine," Dean pouted playfully. Hermione snuggled into him and he wondered how he got so lucky.
Hermione and Dean were barely in their common room before Dean rushed her. Hermione pulled away from his kisses to make sure the door was shut. They didn't want any unexpected visitors again. She turned and looked at Dean, "Upstairs?"
"Yes, please," Dean moaned. His eyes were dark with what Hermione assumed was lust.
The two jogged up the stairs holding hands. Hermione pushed the door to her room open. She moved to her bed and sat down. Dean sat down next to her. They looked at each other for a long moment. Hermione felt like she was burning up inside. She wanted to kiss him, to touch him but she was suddenly feeling shy.
Dean seemed to be suffering from a little shyness himself. He smiled at her and leaned in close. Hermione closed her eyes and seconds later she felt Dean's lips brush hers lightly. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and firmly pressed her lips to his. Dean's hands flew to her waist and he pulled her closer. Hermione opened her mouth and deepened the kiss.
Their tongues met in a passionate dance. Hermione moaned and lowered herself onto the mattress. Dean followed her. They continued to kiss passionately for what seemed like eternity. Hermione was on fire. There was a pressure building in her stomach. She wanted more. But she wasn't sure what she wanted. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to go. She never wanted another human being so much in her life- not even Ron. But she didn't want to rush things. Her head was so fuzzy right now.
"Hermione?" Dean whispered against her lips.
"Hmm?" Hermione replied.
"What-" he kissed her, "are-" another kiss," we doing." He punctuated the last word with a long kiss.
"Snogging," Hermione told him.
Dean laughed, "I gathered that much. I meant-" He kissed her again, "The other day you said too fast. I don't want to pressure you."
"I know," Hermione said. "Let's just go with it and see what happens."
"If you want to stop just let me know," Dean whispered and then captured her lips with his. Hermione ran her hands up his muscular back. His hands went underneath her shirt and up her back. Hermione's breath caught when his hands reached her bra strap. He hesitated there for a moment.
Hermione pushed him off of her. Dean started to apologize but Hermione cut him off with a kiss. She reached back and unclasped her bra.
"Hermione, you don't-" Dean started.
"Just go with it," Hermione reminded him.
She left her shirt on and laid back against the mattress. Dean hovered over her. He placed his hand under the hem of her shirt and moved up. Hermione could feel him trembling slightly. He stopped before he reached her breast. His eyes seemed to be asking for the ok. Hermione nodded.
Dean's hand lightly touched her breast. Hermione whimpered. He covered her breast and squeezed firmly. Hermione arched into his touch. She had never felt like this. Ron had done some clumsy fondling but it always felt rushed and demanding. This was different.
Dean removed his hand and Hermione whined at the feeling of loss. Dean chuckled, "Impatient thing, aren't we?" he breathed against her ear. He dropped his lips to her neck and started kissing her. As he did this he played with her nipple-pinching and twisting.
Hermione hissed in pleasure. She bucked her hips against him.
"Merlin," He muttered. "We need to- We should-"
"Stop?" Hermione questioned.
"Yeah, we should slow down," Dean said. He pulled back and looked down at her. He was panting.
"You want to stop?" Hermione asked.
"Not so much want to as need to because I am becoming thoroughly uncomfortable here and if we aren't going t finish-" he laughed.
"Uncomfortable?" Hermione screwed up her face.
Dean nodded jerked his head down, "Uncomfortable," he affirmed.
Her flushed when she realized what he meant, "Sorry," she giggled.
"No, you're not," Dean grinned. He kissed her chastely on the lips and then rolled off of her. He traced ran a finger up her arm. "We have all the time in the world, right?"
"Right," Hermione agreed. She looked over at him, "Want to get ready for bed and then cuddle for a while? Talk until we fall asleep?"
"That sounds perfect," Dean replied.
"I am going to shower," Hermione announced.
Dean groaned, "You are a tease," he mumbled.
Hermione laughed and scooted away. She hoped off the bed, "Sorry," she chirped and ran from the room.
After Hermione was done with her shower she came back in the room wrapped in a towel. Dean closed her eyes trying not think about what was under the towel. As Hermione was getting dressed Dean went and showered. He was done quickly and then he put his pajamas on.
When he came back in the room Hermione was in bed in her pajamas reading a book. Apparently she had taken to sleeping in one of his shirts and it was unbelievably sexy to see her in his clothes.
"You're staring," Hermione commented without looking up from her book.
"You're beautiful," Dean told her.
Hermione still didn't look up from her book but Dean saw her blush and it was adorable. "You going to stand there and stare or are you going to join me?"
"Don't have to ask me twice," Dean laughed. He ran and jumped on the bed.
Hermione giggled. She shut her book and put it away. Her laughter faded and her face became serious, "Can I ask you something?"
Dean made a face, "I guess," he said cautiously.
"Are you-" Hermione started. "I mean, have you ever-?"
"Are you trying to ask if I have ever had sex?" Dean asked her.
Hermione nodded.
Dean knew this was coming, "I haven't," he admitted.
"Good," Hermione breathed.
"Good?" Dean echoed.
"I was just worried that I might not be able to compete with Luna ...or whomever...," she told him.
Dean nodded. He didn't really want to think about Luna while he was with Hermione. It was confusing. He cleared his throat and then he asked something that had been on his mind, "What about you?"
Hermione sighed. "I am a virgin."
"Really?" Dean said. He wasn't surprised but was curious, "You didn't want to with Ron? You guys were together on the run for a year and then you were together all summer."
"I didn't feel ready," Hermione told him. "Maybe some part of me knew he wasn't the right guy?"
"Maybe," Dean replied.
"I feel more ready with you but I am not quite there," Hermione said quietly.
"Take your time," Dean kissed her forehead. "I am in no hurry