hey guys! yaaaay i did better! :3 didn't take me a million years to upload this time ;P so here it is! i hope you guys like it :)
also, i started a Hunger Games Fic that i'm pretty proud of, chapter 1 is up and i'm just editing up chapter 2 so yeah. if you like THG you can totally check it out if you want... :D(hopeful smile) i'll leave you to your reading now! enjoy! hope all is well, have a beautiful day- Brooklyn xoxox
p.s thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and let me know they're still reading :') glad i haven't lost everyone in my mess 3
"What dumb luck" said Ron before, and even partly while, ripping a huge chunk of chicken from his drumstick, and swallowing it whole.
"It is rather unfortunate, Hermione" agreed Harry. Since potions, the two hadn't shut up about Hermione having to help Draco and Blaise with the lesson. Now they sat at dinner and still they continued on about her burden.
"I-it's fine. Really, I'm getting extra credit and really what are they going to do?"
"Hm, I wonder. What will two Slytherin pricks, one of whom has completely tormented you- us, for the last six years, do to 'the Gryffindor princess' Oh and lets not forget the fact that there will be no adult supervision, WHAT SO EVER" said Ron eagerly, grabbing her arm and squeezing tight as if it would get the information to her faster and clearer. Hermione's face only grew puzzled.
"Wait what did you just call me?" she asked. Ron and Harry both stared at her then looked to each other, confused.
"Out of all that.. All you got was what I called you?"
"Yes, what was that?" she said in an obvious tone.
"The Gryffindor princess? Well it's true aint it, head girl, favourite of every teacher, beautiful…" Ron blushed, Hermione hadn't even noticed, her mind was wondering.
"Someone else called me that once… damn, who was it?"
"Hey, what's going on?" she heard a voice say as a body slid down next to her.
"Hey Ginny" she heard Harry say, then looked up to catch him lean over the table and share a lingering kiss with his girlfriend.
"Well we were discussing Hermione's torture for the evening" said Harry as he took his seat again.
"'Mione?" questioned Ginny turning to her friend. Hermione shook her head, which was pounding with great force.
"Oh, uh. I have to, um, I-"
"She's got to babysit the Slytherin prats, Zabini and Malfoy after dinner" answered Harry for her.
"Oh!" tisked Ginny "tough luck! Who's making you do that?"
"Slughorn" Hermione said finally returning from her thoughts.
"Bummer" said the red haired girl, offering a gentle pat on her friend's shoulder.
"Yeah, but anyway. I don't want to talk about it any more. Change the subject please?"
"Sure" nodded Ginny, grinning softly at her friend. "So, harry" she began, leaning forward to speak closer to him. Hermione rubbed her head. Honestly, she wished she didn't have time before she had to be at the potion's room. She just wanted to get it all over and done with so she could get to bed and sleep off this pain.
"Hermione?" she turned away from watching Ginny and Harry, and faced Ron. "I was wondering… you have time before you need to go to detention right? Maybe we could talk for a while? In private?" he said as if reading her previous thoughts.
"First off" she snapped once his words registered "I do not have detention. I am merely aiding the incapable and supervising"
"Sorry-" Ron began to say, eyes widening, not wanting to upset her.
"Secondly" she said, cutting him off "sure. Let's go, I only have an hour" she stood quickly, gathering her books and starting towards the exit, leaving the lovesick boy to trip over himself running after her.
Hermione ran out of her dorm quickly, switching her old books for the new ones she would need for detention later.
"You know, I really hate how I'm not allowed in there" said Ron when she returned to him in the hall. "Stupid old man"
"WATCH IT," the old man in the painting bellowed. Ron released a small squeak of fright.
"Sorry" he chirped in an almost pre-pubescent voice. Hermione giggled how manly, she thought rather than saying it out loud and hurting her friend's- er… boyfriend's, feelings.
"Let's go," she said, awkwardly grabbing his hand and pulling him towards an abandoned corridor, and into a small gap where they could talk privately. "So" she said once they settled themselves in "what did you want to talk about?"
"Well…" he said sliding closer to her "it's just… we've been together for a while now and… we haven't exactly… well we don't-" Hermione stared at him in confusion, not sure what he was getting at.
Just go for it, thought Ron. Quickly, as to not allow her protest, he bent and kissed her with a deep need, cupping her soft face in his hands.
The kiss caught Hermione completely off guard, she jerked away. Partly because of the shock and partly because… well she wasn't sure exactly. Ron sighed as she pulled away, and didn't go back in for more.
"Do you not like me?" he asked quickly.
"Wha-what?" she answered back, tilting her head slightly to the side, a few random curls falling into her face. "Of course I like you Ron! I really like you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't like you, would I?" would she?
"That's not what I mean I just, I get it. I mean, you're fairly new to this whole dating thing and me kissing you before was your first kiss and all so I understand why you're nervous but-"
"Woah, stop right there" said Hermione quickly, shaking her head in amazement.
Shit thought Ron, before she even began to speak.
"I am not new to dating! And let me tell you that certainly was NOT my first kiss!" she regret saying it the moment the words left her mouth. Maybe Ron won't catch on… she thought hopefully as she pushed her lips together with a great amount of force.
"Huh?" he said squinting at her.
"Um… Krum! Viktor Krum! I dated him didn't I? Sort of?"
"I hardly think that counts Hermione. It was just a dance. Wait… that wanker didn't give you your first kiss did he?" Ron nearly shouted, clearly outraged with jealousy.
"No! Calm down!" she said, lowering her voice as if it would lower his as well. Strangely, it did.
"Well then who?" damn thought Hermione why didn't I just lie and say it was Krum… Instead of fessing up and starting some very unwanted drama. Instead, she went for the strong, independent approach.
"I hardly think it's any of your business"
"As your boyfriend, I think it is" he retorted
"Well why does it matter anyway?"
"Like I said, I'm your boyfriend! I feel obligated to know these things"
"You're just jealous," she said with a sigh
"Damn right I'm jealous!"
"Well I'm not going to tell you!"
"Why?"
"Because!"
"Because why?" the tiny banter was soon turning into a more demanding and verbally aggressive argument.
"Because you'll hate me a- and I don't want to tell you!"
"Hermione I will never hate you, please, I won't care!"
"Yes you will!"
"Do you not trust me or something?" he asked, not hiding the pain in his voice at all. Hermione gaped.
"No! No, Ron I trust you! I don't trust him!"
"WHO?"
"DRACO!" Hermione clamped her mouth shut so fast, she bit down hard on her lip, and she could feel sweet blood covering the new wound. She barely noticed the pain.
At first Ron looked confused, then realization, and now anger. His eyes were a fiery temple that Hermione wanted so bad to look away, but found herself trapped by his stare. She felt tears welling up and she wanted to break down, the situation of Draco kissing her was bad enough. How much he pushed to avoid the fact it happened, how she felt like she betrayed her friends when it happened, just like when she woke up in his arms… how he threatened her if she ever brought it up again. Oh god what had she done? Telling Ron about the one thing that had possessed her every nightmare, every confusion, must have been the stupidest thing she'd ever done.
No. She thought, kissing him back was the stupidest thing she'd ever done.
"Draco… Malfoy…?" Ron finally spoke. Slowly, sounding confused, but looking like a dragon that'd just caught you stealing her precious egg.
"Ron…" Hermione choked out, scared of what he'd do next. Quickly he stood, throwing his book bag to the ground and storming off down back towards the dining hall, checking left and right.
"Ron no!" screeched Hermione as she scrambled up, grabbing his bag and hers, then chasing after him. No no no no no no NO! She thought. This couldn't be happening. If she knew Ron, and she very well did, he never thought when he was angry. He just… did. She knew his exact intentions, and her thoughts of what he was thinking matched his perfectly. Find Malfoy.
"Draco?" he only hardly heard the faint voice of Pansy ask for his attention, but he still ignored it. Draco felt lifeless, dead inside, and he couldn't even understand why. He needed to focus; he couldn't afford to be blank and sick feeling like this. Time was growing shorter and shorter and this feeling of un-fulfillment. Then that damn Slughorn had to go and give him detention the night he had plans to begin on the next operation, but no. Instead he would be stuck in detention with that fucking mudblood and damn Blaise who can't seem to mind his own business. Never mind say certain things to get him in trouble in the first place. That reminded him…
"Blaise what the fuck were you talking about earlier?" he snapped, lashing his head to the side to stare at the two other Slytherins who seemed to be in deep conversation. Both of their bodies jerked and eyes widened, as they weren't expecting Draco's sudden snap.
"Erm, what?" his friend asked, eyebrows knitting together.
"What you said, about the stupid mudblood Granger, why did you say something like that?" Draco's face was stern, his voice was deep and angry, and he was almost talking through his teeth in frustration.
"What's he talking about?" whispered Pansy to Blaise from across the table.
"I just asked him about Granger earlier…"
"He called her a mudblood," said Pansy confused.
"I know" the two looked at Draco, and again he grew incredibly confused.
"What, so you're in on this joke too then?" he said to Pansy, lifting his chin to look down his nose at her.
"Draco… are you alright?" she asked, her hand twitching, about to feel his forehead but deciding against it.
"I'm bloody fine! Are you alright? Everybody's acting so bloody weird and it's bloody pissing me bloody off!" he nearly screamed, but said it loud enough to earn some worried glances from the Ravenclaw table. Without another word, Draco stood, slamming his palms on the table, then storming off out of the dinning hall, and straight to the room of requirement.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Pansy once she saw him turn down the hall. Blaise sighed.
Draco walked slowly down the hall. Back from the room of requirement, peacefully so, even though his mind was far from that. He didn't walk long before he found Blaise, waiting by a set of stairs down to the dungeons.
"Left this in the dinning hall" said Blaise as Draco walked up to him.
"Thanks" she mumbled as Blaise handed him his book bag.
"Look about earlier…" his friend began, but soon stopped as something behind Draco caught his eye, he watched as Blaise leaned close and squint down the hall, then looked shocked and confused. Draco turned to see what had his friend's attention when he found himself pinned to the ground.
"AHHG!" he hollered grabbing his hip, which hit the cold, hard floor with much too much force. He sat up slowly, only to receive a hard blow to the face. His hands cuffing his face muffled his screams of pain. His vision was slightly blurred, but he could make out Blaise yanking whoever this tosser was, off of him. Or at least trying too.
Draco sat up quickly; worried he was more vulnerable to punches when lying down. That's when he saw who it was.
"The fuck?" he groaned behind his hands. What was the weasel punching him for? Was he asking for a bloody beating? That's when he noticed Granger, running towards them, with tear stained cheeks. Fuck, now what? He thought as he slowly stood, but Weasley made for another attack, and Granger screamed.
okay i did it again i know! i promised a fight and only gave you the bginning. I'M SORRY!
but yeah now you know for the next chapter there WILL BE A FIGHT.
deuces! ;P
actually one last thing.
so in the earlier chapters when Hermione and Draco first have sex, i didn't give detail. i just said that it happened and that was the end of that. but like the more fics i read, the more i realize i enjoy the sex scenes very much xP and now i regret not writing it in haha so i dunno, what do you guys think? should i write it in there and add it to that chapter, or leave it the way it is? even though there will be many more of those scenes ;) possibly very soon. please let me know cos i have no idea what to do!