"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" Hermione winced at the sound of Ginny's voice. "I'm just trying to get a book and suddenly I walk in on my best friend grinding. And not just some nice bloke from Gryffindor, but Malfoy. Draco fucking Malfoy." Hermione sheepishly tugged at the bottom of her skirt. Now that Ginny had said it outright, her behavior had been outlandish. What was she thinking? Nothing really. Thought had left her mind the moment his hand had touched hers.
"Hermione!" Her head snapped up and she said the first thing that came to mind. "Why couldn't you get the book from the library?" Ginny flushed. "Er, what? I mean, we're talking about you, not me!" Hermione raised an eyebrow, glad to be the one doing the discomforting rather than the discomfited. She walked over to a bookshelf she hadn't noticed before and pulled out the top book. "The Complete Kama Sutra? A classic. I won't tell Ron what you and Harry are getting up to, and you don't tell anyone what you saw here. Deal?" Ginny glowered at her. "Fine. Give." She grabbed the book from Hermione and marched out of the room.
"Slytherin Move." Hermione's head snapped to the side and she colored once more. She had completely forgotten about Draco during Ginny's rant. "Er, what?" "I said, that was a very Slytherin thing to do." She shrugged. "I suppose. I'm gonna get back to the dorm, so..." He nodded absentmindedly. "Okay." She waited a moment longer but he didn't say anything. "Well... Bye." Draco nodded again, sitting down on the sofa with a book and Hermione quickly gathered up her things and left.
"Stupid, stupid girl! Brightest witch of her age-bullshit! Why, why, why?" Hermione ranted to herself as she tried to pace in the shower, effectively gaining many bruises in the process. "How could I be so stupid?" She didn't bother answering her own question because she knew why she had been foolish. Him. It was all his fault. All these tangled up feelings in her chest. She wanted to like him, she did like him, but he was, well, him.
Draco Lucius Malfoy. Funny how a single name, or part of a name could make her head spin an her stomach churn. With love? With hatred? She didn't know. Hermione finally gave into her feelings, whatever the hell they were and collapsed against the side of the shower, crying her heart out.
A/N: Yes, I know I know, I'm a terrible person for posting such a short chapter, and so late, too. But hey, it's better than nothing? That statement should give you an idea of how stressful life for me is right now. Better something than nothing! (That's how I'm justifying my social life of Tumblr and my atrocious test grades, at least.) Song for this chapter is Bound to You by Christina Aguilera. Unspoken love and all that.