Are You Crushing?

I went to a school motivational assembly. They were warning us about sexual harassment, among other things. I was not motivated. And after school, my friends and I were all poking each other and yelling, "Sexual harassment!" xD We're all so weird.

Hermione, surprisingly, woke up well rested and was out in the Great Hall at six thirty in the morning, bright and early. She just read her copy of Hogwarts, A History and waited for her Gryffindor friends to come and join her. Of course, while waiting, Hermione had a lot of time to space out, contemplate the meaning of life (not necessarily), and, above all, think about what happened last night. Most likely the latter. She thought about what had even prompted Draco to kiss her, and, as much as she hated to admit it, the exciting rush of adrenaline that came with doing something she knew she wasn't supposed to. Her heart started beating a smidge quicker just thinking about it, which she hated.

Taking a deep breath, she started to reason with herself. "Just forget about it, Hermione. It's nothing important, and he was flat out smashed," she whispered to herself, thankful that no one was awake at this time yet. Glad that she at least got a peaceful night's rest after the incident, Hermione sipped her pumpkin juice and continued to read her book. Or at least try to read it.

Draco Malfoy was, in fact, a whole other story.

The Head Boy woke up on the couch feeling like absolute crap. His recollections of last night were still fuzzy, his back was stiff from sleeping on a bloody couch, and he had a headache that pounded like bloody, freaking hell. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he saw that the wall clock read seven fifteen. Forty five minutes before classes started. He found his wand on the ground beneath the coffee table and grabbed it, using it to summon the Hangover Cure Potion from the upstairs bathroom. In a matter of seconds, the vial floated down the stairs into Draco's waiting hand. He opened the container using magic, his limbs still feeling rather stiff, and chugged down the whole vial's contents. Blinking rapidly as the potion worked its magic, he slowly sat up and tied to remember what happened last night. Namely, why he didn't make it to his bed to go to sleep. But as the memories flooded back, he could only think of one word.

Shit.

He did not just snog Granger last night. Crap, crap, crap, he repeated in his head as he quickly got dressed. Hoping and praying to Merlin that Hermione was in the Library, studying, that morning, Draco grabbed his books and made out to the Great Hall.

When he crashed through the Great Hall's doors–with great grace and elegance like a Malfoy should, of course–the Golden Trio and Ginny were already seated at the Gryffindor table, chatting amiably. Draco sat down in between his friends and curiously peered over at the quartet. When his eyes met Hermione's, he stared at her, daring her to look away. Then he suddenly averted them, leaving the Gryffindor girl to blush slightly as she recalled the accident that had occurred the night before. Hoping that no one had seen her blush, Hermione bit her bottom lip and continued listening to the boys' conversation on how the Chudley Canons didn't make it into the semi finals for the Quidditch World Cup last year, so they had no chance this year.

Of course, Ginny was sitting right next to the blushing brunette, so she did see her cheeks flush ever so slightly.

"Hermione, would you mind helping me with my Charms homework?" Ginny asked sweetly.

"Sure, Gin. I have time right now before class, so perhaps we can go now. Come on," Hermione said cheerily, getting up and dragging Ginny with her towards the library. "See you guys in class, Harry, Ron."

Ginny bid the two boys adieu as well and they nodded in acknowledgement. Then the two girls set off to the kingdom of books known as the Hogwarts library.

"Okay, Ginny," Hermione said as she sat herself and the redhead down at her favourite, "let me see your Charms homework. I should be able to have you done in a jiff."

"Actually 'Mione, I'm done with my Charms work. I just wanted to have a little girl to girl talk with you."

Oh Merlin, no. Please no. What must you torture me so? Hermione internally moaned.

"Do I have to?" Hermione whined to the youngest Weasley. Ginny raised her eyebrows disbelievingly, her facial expression clearly saying, This is me you're talking to. You have no other choice.

Hermione sighed. "What?"

"I saw you blushing earlier," her companion reported in a sing song tone.

"So? What does that mean?"

Ginny rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. "It means that you were looking over at Malfoy's area at the Slytherin table when you blushed," she paused to let the information set in, "so you must fancy one of them! Perhaps a little perky Italian we know?"

"Zabini? I question his sanity, surely, but I definitely don't fancy him."

"Um, is it Goyle?"

Hermione pretended to throw up dramatically. "I am now questioning your sanity, Gin."

"Is it Nott. But he's with Parkinson, you sly dog!"

Hermione literally face palmed. In fact, the red mark on her forehead lasted for five more minutes before it completely faded away.

"So, you got a thing going on with the Head Boy, then?" Ginny asked suggestively, an amused smirk gracing her features.

"That is a completely asinine notion, Ginevra," Hermione gasped haughtily, looking away from the redhead's over observant eyes.

Said redhead scowled. "Okay, firstly, don't ever call me Ginevra. Secondly, you are so lying, Hermione. I can see it in your eyes. Or rather, the way I can't see your eyes."

Busted.

"I don't fancy that bigoted ferret, Gin. We just had a little. . . misunderstanding yesterday. Something involving a whole bottle of firewhiskey and me coming in to a smashed Head Boy."

"Ooh, sounds interesting! Tell me, tell me!" Ginny gazed at Hermione with big puppy-dog eyes, eyes sparkling with excitement and interest. Hermione almost couldn't refuse.

"I don't know, Ginny. It was a really odd night."

"Now I must know," the Weasley gasped. "Tell me now, or I'll have a new excuse to practice my Bat-Bogey Hex again," she said bossily, even rivaling Hermione's bossiness.

"He was drunk when I came in," Hermione said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"And?" Ginny asked, drawing out the short 'a' sound so long, it was almost ridiculous.

"He-snogged-me," Hermione blurt out quickly; even mentioning the event again made her flush slightly again.

"He WHAT and you didn't tell me sooner!" Ginny half shrieked, earning the pair a warning glare from Madame Pince.

"I knew you would make a big deal out if it, Ginny. Please just stay out of it. He was drunk. You know how stupid drunk people act."

Ginny pouted. "Fine."

"Thanks, Gin. You rule. Now let's get to class," Hermione said in a somewhat comforting tone. The red head nodded and the two trudged out of the Library, side by side.

"Hey, Ginny?" Hermione suddenly asked as they walked.

"Yea?"

"Is Ron... with anyone?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and smiled fondly. "No, he isn't. What do you ask?"

"I heard a rumor."

"I'm pretty sure he's in love with his food, so no."

"Okay. That's cool."

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