AN: Sorry it took so long for an update. School and work have once again consumed my time to update. Please R&R!
Collision Course
Chapter 21
After class, Hermione told Harry that she would meet him back in the Gryffindor common room as soon as she checked on Draco. He nodded as they parted going down the hallways. Now that her and Harry had mended their friendship, maybe Ron would finally realize what an idiot he has been and come around too, but that was not likely seeing as he hated Malfoy more than Harry ever did. Knowing that her and Harry were trying to piece together their friendship, made Hermione smile. At least she had someone who she could count on when things began to fall apart for her.
Walking into the Hospital Wing, Hermione caught sight of silky black hair and a short mini skirt; it was none other than Pansy Parkinson and she was kneeling beside Draco's bed. Anger filled Hermione instantly as she stood behind the doors secretly watching the piggish Slytherin caress his hand. Rolling her eyes, Hermione clenched her fists tightly and stood there waiting for the perfect moment to surprise her fellow nemesis.
"Draky, why won't you open your eyes? I miss you; I miss seeing and I definitely miss shagging you." She whined, still rubbing his hand with hers.
"I know it was Potter or one of his friends who did this to you. It was probably that daft ponce Weasley. He never knows what he is doing, but we will discuss this later. Please wake up. I love you." Pansy, fake cried.
"That is enough!" Hermione shouted, stomping towards Pansy.
"I always knew you couldn't handle the truth very well. Just like the time you found out your Weasel was shagging Lavender, I heard you went into hysterics and locked yourself in a room and refused to come out for days." Pansy snickered.
"You are full of shit, Parkinson, and you lack intelligence!" Hermione hissed, grabbing the green tie around her neck and pulling Pansy to her feet.
"My aren't we vicious?" The Slytherin smirked.
"Shut your filthy mouth! I want you to know that I love Draco, and I know he loves me back. You cannot separate your sick little fantasies of you and Draco from the reality." The Gryffindor roared.
"The reality is Granger, that Draco hates you, despises you, but yet he loves to fuck you. It's all about sex for him, and see when you brought your emotions into this it changed everything that's why he came running back to me, because he knows with me there are no strings attached, just wild hot passionate sex." Pansy said calmly with a smirk on her face.
"That's rubbish; you even said you guys were dating. If you are going to lie, at least make it a good one, Parkinson." Hermione laughed.
"Well the truth is that we just have a friends with benefits relationship, because he has to get off some how since you can't seem to do it properly." Pansy snorted.
The words hit Hermione like a thousand knives as her anger was now boiling on every nerve inside of her body and her heart felt like it was going to explode right in her chest. Hermione drew her fist back and then smashed it violently against Pansy's pointed nose, shattering numerous bones in both her hand and the Slytherin's nose. Blood came oozing out of nostrils, as she shrieked in horror as she ran looking for Madam Pomfrey, holding her hand over her nose.
"Good thing you're already in the Hospital Wing. Now don't fuck with me bitch unless you want your pretty little face disfigured the muggle way." Hermione spat, rushing over to Draco's bedside.
"Draco, listen to me. I know you can hear me. I want you to wake up because I need answers. There are so many things that don't make since right now and only you can answer them. I need you. I want you. I love you Draco Malfoy." She breathed softly, placing a feathery kiss on his cheek.
"Miss Granger, what in Merlin is going on here? Miss Parkinson told me that you punched her nose for visiting Mister Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey said sternly with one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around Pansy.
"She deserved every bit of it." Hermione responded, not looking at the pale-faced Slytherin.
"I beg your pardon?" Madam Pomfrey questioned.
"She was insulting me, and I wasn't going to take it", snapped Hermione.
"Madam Pomfrey, I did no such thing." Pansy eyed, rubbing her nose.
"You liar!" The Gryffindor yelled.
"Miss Granger, I will have to contact your head of your house about this matter, since I have no proof that Miss Parkinson did anything to deserve such an injury." The nurse instructed.
"Very well, I'll just be leaving", mumbled the bushy-haired Gryffindor.
"Oh, Granger dear, I'll be glad to tell Malfoy that you love him while we are shagging." Pansy whispered so only Hermione could hear.
Hermione glared daggers at the Slytherin girl as she stormed out of the Hospital Wing and towards the Gryffindor common room. Walking inside, she slammed herself onto the couch and grabbed a glass of firewhiskey that Harry had stashed away in his suit case.
"You look upset 'Mione", Harry said carefully, not wanting to get in the way.
"The nerve of that pig faced idiotic thick-headed worthless Slytherin Slut!" She ranted in one breath.
"I guess you mean Parkinson", Harry stammered, taking a seat right beside of her.
"She is such an evil loathsome Slut which I want nothing more for her than to drop dead, even if I have to do it myself." She growled, looking straight into the fireplace.
"What happened with you two?" Harry asked cautiously.
"She had the nerve to say that she loved Malfoy and that she got him off better than I did and everything that comes out of her mouth is nothing but lies, filthy lies." Hermione huffed.
Harry just sat there at as the words re-played in his head. He really did not want or need to know about Hermione's sexual activities especially if they contained Malfoy. That was something Harry really did not want to know.
"I got detention because of that beast!" She exclaimed, tossing down another shot of firewhiskey.
"What you get detention for?"
"Because I punched her for saying that about me and for lying; I am sick of her lies about her fantasies of her and Malfoy being together." Hermione said breathlessly.
"You punched her?" Harry said shocked.
"Yes, just like I did Malfoy in our third year. I punched her right in the nose and blood came spurting out everywhere and she cried like a fucking little baby, and Madam Pomfrey is going to tell McGonagall tonight and I just know I will wind up in detention." She sighed, taking yet another shot of the liquor.
"Damn, Hermione you are feisty." Harry said with a smirk on his face; he too had had a couple shots of firewhiskey.
"I am not going to take no one's crap or lies anymore, Harry. I am sick of always being lied too and I am sick and tired of taking peoples shit! It is not going to happen anymore." She scoffed.
"Good for you 'Mione!" Harry smirked.
The Gryffindor portrait swung open as Ron entered the common room. He rolled his eyes as he saw Hermione and Harry on the couch taking shots.
"You didn't waste anytime on getting over Malfoy did you 'Mione?" Ron snorted.
"You might want to watch it mate, she is not in a very pleasant mood." Harry warned.
"Why, won't Malfoy put out for her? Oh that's right he is in the Hospital Wing unconscious, and his ability to do anything of the sorts well is not working at the moment, but I wonder if it ever really worked. Oh well", He shrugged.
"You fucking prick! I hate you Ronald Weasley! I fucking hat you and Pansy Parkinson. You have no business saying those kinds of things to me. You hear me! You are such a thickheaded prat, Ronald Weasley." Hermione shouted.
"Yeah and you're a slut." He mumbled, like it was nothing.
Jumping from his seat on the couch Harry slammed his best mate against the wall, choking him.
"Listen here Ron, Hermione is my friend and if you want to be an ass than fine, but you're lame remarks are uncalled for. She may have made mistakes, but she is my friend and I am not going to tolerate you treating her like shit. So if you want to play games, fine but let me warn you I will do more than punch you in your nose if you ever say anything like that to Hermione again." Harry hissed.
"Sticking up for your girlfriend, wow she really does get around. I bet you, Malfoy and her are having some kind of threesomes, and to let you know, Harry I am not one bit scared of you." Ron spat.
Harry's fist connected with Ron's jaw. Ron threw a punch back at Harry, who ducked just in time, swinging his leg up to knee Ron in the stomach. The red-headed Gryffindor crumpled to the floor whimpering in pain.
"Back the fuck off Ron!" Harry growled, stepping back away from the body and grabbing him another shot of firewhiskey.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as tears streamed down her face.
"He deserved it 'Mione! He has no right to say such horrible things to you!" Harry said, wrapping his arm around her.
"I just wish he would understand." She sighed, wiping her face on his shirt.
"Me too, but I am not sure if that is going to happen." Harry responded lowly.
Just then the portrait swung open again, only this time it was McGonagall. She had a very stern look pasted onto her face with her arms folded across her chest; she looked very unhappy.
"Granger, might I have a word with you." She said forcefully.
Hermione walked over to the professor and looked her in the eyes.
"I had received news that you had physically injured another student. Is this true?" She asked firmly.
"Yes", Hermione muttered as her eyes fixated on the floor.
"Then I will see you in detention tomorrow night at eight. I must say I am very disappointed in you Granger." She said softly.
McGonagall caught sight of Ron's body crumpled on the floor and immediately walked over to him.
"Mr. Weasley?" She asked, nudging the boy, who only muttered incoherent noises.
"What happened here?" The professor asked immediately.
"I did it!" Harry exclaimed, walking towards Ron's body.
"Did what, exactly Potter?"
"I…well…we sort of got into it. He said some nasty things about Hermione and I took up for her." Harry confessed.
"What is it with you two? You cannot manage to keep yourselves out of trouble now days. I will see you in detention as well, Potter." She said forcefully, before picking up Ron's limp body and carrying him off to the Hospital Wing.
"Harry, you didn't have to", Hermione said softly.
"I know, but you don't deserve everyone saying nasty things to you just because you love someone." Harry replied, wrapping his arms around his friend.
"Look, I have to go to class. It's my last one for the day. I will meet you back here." She said, before grabbing her books and giving Harry a light peck on the cheek.
Before going to class, Hermione rushed to the Hospital Wing once more to see her precious Draco since she would no longer have to worry about Parkinson throwing herself at him. She slowly crept up to his bed side, placing her hand over his and kissing his lips lightly. Her fingers ran down his porcelain cheeks, as her eyes traveled up and down his limp body. Tears began filling her eyes as she held his hand tightly in hers.
"I love you, Draco!" She sobbed quietly.
"Hermione", muttered a deep raspy voice.
Glancing around there was no one else in the room besides her and Draco, and her heart nearly stopped beating in her chest as she looked into a pair of stormy grey eyes.
"DRACO!"