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I have been told that my previous chapter and one of the others was too M for this story to be a T, and as a result of this response to the previous chapter, I am obliged to change the rating to M. Just to add: I didn't think it was very M at all O_O The story will continue in the current style it was already in, and I won't get more risky, because that's not what my story was about and I never thought it was very M at all, but apparently I was wrong so I apologise for anyone that has been/is offended.
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Disclaimer: I think that drink is mine…? No, wait. It's my sister's. And she's using my freaking Harry Potter mug! D:
Chapter 11.
Almost.
Ginny Weasley stormed through the portrait hole, hand flat on the wood to make sure it was fully open before she flung herself through it after muttering the password "Redvines". She was gripping Harry's hand firmly, and to the point of pain, decidedly on the war path that lead directly to her brother.
Harry felt like his arm was going to fall off.
Ginny came to an abrupt halt in the common room, her lip curled in a snarl and Harry stood just behind her gripping her hand and looking equally as disapproving.
In front of them, Ron sat on a big arm chair facing the fire, arms entwined around Lavender who lay sprawled on his lap as they snogged ungraciously.
"Ronald." Ginny hissed, fuming.
Ron started slightly, frowning and moving away from Lavender's face, who continued to nuzzle into his neck.
"What?"
"Get the whore off you before I start talking, Ronald, she might have other jobs around." Ginny shot at him scathingly.
Lavender's head snapped up.
"Did you just call me a slut?" she snarled at Ginny.
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"No, I believe she called you a hooker." He said innocently.
Ron's ears went red.
"Don't you dare talk about Lav like that!"
"I was merely clarifying, mate."
Ginny gripped Harry's hand tighter. Silent support.
"Ronald, we're here for a reason." She said quietly and dangerously.
"Get to it then." Ron hissed back.
If looks could kill, Lavender would have murdered Ginny by now.
"We… we know what you… you... did..." Ginny's voice quivered slightly.
Harry moved closer to her, tight by her side, one arm twisted around her waist. She sent him a small smile before looking back her brother who was frowning in confusion.
Lavender looked slightly worried.
"What you did to… Hermione…" Ginny finished, and then sighed in relief with a mix of Triumph.
She really hadn't thought she'd be able to do this.
Harry kissed her temple lightly.
Realisation and horror crossed Ron's face for a moment before he recovered himself.
He knew he had two options.
Admit and Beg.
Deny and Fight.
He suddenly looked smug.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he smirked arrogantly. A smirk worthy of Malfoy himself.
Lavender caught his tone and gave a high pitched giggle before kissing him lightly on the cheek and jumping up.
"Well, Won-Won, I must be going, I need to write an essay before I go to bed tonight. Love you!" she continued to giggle as she pranced off up the stairs.
Ron grinned smugly after her.
Ginny felt so infuriated and turned back to her Brother.
"Yes you do! You TORTURED her! For Godric's sake! You make me SICK!"
"I've done nothing you can prove." Ron stated, his smirk transforming into a menacing grin.
"YOU ABSOLUTE BAST-" Ginny began to scream, Harry pulled her away, beginning to drag her away from the provoking smile of Ron.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! You will let me go right NOW!"
Harry pulled her upstairs into the boys' dorm and out of earshot.
He whispered a quick Muffliato on the door and turned to see Ginny's scowl 5 inches from his own face.
"Ginny! He's right, we can't prove-"
"Oh, HELL no! You are NOT on his side!"
"No, I'm not! We have no proof! We can't-"
"WHY CAN'T WE? WE'LL MAKE HIM ADMIT IT?"
"PLEASE! Ginny! Stop! We need proof! Hermione's memory or something? We can't just-"
"I DON'T WANT TO WAIT!" Ginny was nearly crying from rage.
"Ginny! Stop yelling! We need to think!"
"No! I am NOT thinking!" she fumed.
"Ginny, at least leave it tonight? Please, I-"
"FINE" she yelled, cutting him off, "I'm going to bed Harry. Bye."
She stomped out of the room and to the girls' dormitory. Arms crossed tightly across her chest, face almost murderous.
Harry massaged his temple, frowning. He pulled his shirt off, stepped out of his trousers and yanked on some pyjamas, then lay back on his bed with his arms folded behind his head, mind whirring.
He ignored Ron when he came in.
-000-
Hermione Granger paced outside the hospital wing. After Malfoy had been taken to up on a levitating stretcher, she'd attempted to go back up to the common room to wait it out. She had been about to say the password when she realised Ronald would be in there. She'd promptly turned on her heel, thoroughly irritating the Fat Lady, and high-tailed it back to the Hospital wing where she was now waiting until Madame Pomfrey deemed Malfoy 'ready' for visitors.
Of course he'd probably still be unconscious. But that didn't matter.
Her feet clicked in rhythm as she paced.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… turn.
Madame Pomfrey had tried to insist on healing Hermione's cuts and curse wound. Hermione had flapped her arms and moaned as if trying to rid the air of an annoying bug. The older woman had simple 'hmph'ed and gone back inside the hospital wing, again denying Hermione entry.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… and back.
She almost jumped out of her skin as the doors suddenly creaked open.
Madame Pomfrey stood in the door way, wagging her finger as a signal that Hermione could now come in.
Hermione hurried in, half running, half speed walking, before she was stopped in her tracks by a nasty sight.
Pansy Parkinson was sitting at Malfoy's bedside, holding his hand and cooing over the sleeping boy.
The Slytherin girl's head flicked up.
"What ARE you doing here, Mudblood?"
"Quiet! I will have none of that language in my room, thank you very much!" Madame Pomfrey scolded, looking flustered.
Hermione was speechless. "Madame Pomfrey!" she managed to gasp out, "You- You- said no… no visitors…?" She was breathing heavily, nearly hyperventilating.
"Well, dear," Madame Pomfrey said gently, albeit frowning slightly, "Miss Parkinson bumped into us on the way up to the Wing. I wouldn't have let her stay if she hadn't assured me she was Mr Malfoy's girlfriend…?"
Pansy's smirk was unbearable to Hermione.
"We made up last night," she clarified gleefully.
"You were never dating in the first place!" Hermione burst out, and then bit her tongue. 'Idiot.' She scolded inwardly.
Pansy raised her eyebrows.
"What would YOU know, Granger? Why ARE you here anyway?"
Hermione felt her nose tingle and her cheeks flame as her eyes welled up.
"N-Nothing… I… I was going to ask… Madame P-Pomfrey," she turned to the healer, "if she'd look a-at my wounds… b-but I don't need you to…" Hermione took in a sharp of breath of air, sniffed and turned to walk out, striding with as much dignity as she could muster, before her face crumpled into tears once she was far enough away.
Back inside the hospital wing, Draco felt himself stirring. He frowned and squinted. It was almost completely dark outside and the light from the many candles around the ceiling of the Wing was almost blinding. He looked to his side to see someone leaning over him.
"Gran- PANSY?" He sat up suddenly, eyes wide, "What… What the Hell?"
"Drakey-"
"Don't call me that."
"-I came to look after you!"
"In the name of Salazar, WHY?"
"Because you're my boyfriend, silly!" she smiled soppily.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Draco yelled.
The healer came scurrying back into the room, panicking slightly.
"Mr Malfoy! What's wrong?" Then she sighed, relieved there wasn't anything majorly wrong, he just looked a little peeved.
"I can NOT sleep with this delusional girl here!"
Madame Pomfrey looked puzzled. "But she said she was your girlfriend?"
"Dear, LORD! Not you too? Just… Just make her leave?" He ran a hand through his Platinum hair before slumping backwards exasperatedly on to the pillow, exhausted.
Madame Pomfrey looked startled, but nodded once even though Draco couldn't see.
"Happy to," she muttered under her breath so the infuriating girl couldn't hear. Then, louder, she coaxed, "Come on, dear, leave Mr Malfoy to rest!" and with a flick of her wand, opened the door.
Pansy looked disgruntled, but left anyway.
After the door was shut, Madame Pomfrey began to extinguish candles for bed.
"Oh, by the way, Mr Malfoy," she paused in her work to turn to him.
Draco cocked his head, listening.
"Miss Granger stopped by, I presume to see you, but was deterred by Miss Parkinson. I just thought you ought to know." She smiled kindly before putting out the last candle and exiting the room.
Draco lay silently, fuming.
Granger was here?
He thumped the mattress.
Why couldn't he have woken up sooner?
He'd almost had her.
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