Sixteen Candles - Chapter Thirteen
Ron's mouth dropped open when he heard what I had said, but a moment later, I noticed a ghost of a grin on his face.
"Mum explained it to you, Hermione – everything's different to me, and I'm really, really sorry if what I just did fucks up the entire rest of my life in this world, but… the only way I love you is as a friend, and I'm sure there are guys lining up to get a chance to get to know you."
Wonder if flattering her boosted my chances of survival any?
Hermione's mouth opened and closed silently for a few moments, much like a fish, before she regained her composure enough to respond to me.
"Well… I never did like you, Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, "And… and this is exactly what I think of you!"
For a very frightening moment, I was terrified she was planning to aim a swift kick to my groin, but I breathed a sigh of relief when she moved towards Ron.
She wouldn't hurt him, would she?
My question was answered less than a second later when, much to my surprise, she sat next to Ron and kissed him fully on the lips without any sort of notice.
The way the colour of Ron's hair clashed with his face was enough for anyone to sit up and take notice.
She released him, eyes shooting daggers at me, before she grabbed Ron's hand and tugged insistently.
"Come on, Ron, we can tell when we're not wanted."
As they walked past me, Ron shot me a grateful smile and grinned, "Sorry mate."
"No worries." I grinned back, standing up and following them at a lagging pace through the house, until the two in front of me, still joined hand-in-hand, threw open the door, revealing a rather startled looking Draco, with his hand raised ready to knock.
What was with house guests all of the sudden?
"Hermi –Ron? Are you two ok?" Draco asked, doing a rather ungraceful side step as Hermione forced herself past him, dragging Ron with her. I saw the questioning look Draco shot Ron before he stepped in, brushing his shirt off in the process.
"What the bloody hell was that, Harry?"
I smirked, "I just dumped Hermione."
His jaw dropped, "You WHAT?!"
"Dumped her." I replied simply, turning around and motioning for him to follow me to my room. "Now, I want to talk to you – you're my best friend, right?"
"Yes," he replied cautiously, following quietly behind me.
"You know almost, if not everything about me, right?"
"I suppose," he answered, stopping at a door I had walked past, "Room's here, Harry."
"Oh," I grinned in an embarrassed sort of way, "Thanks."
"Anytime," he smirked and held the door open, "After you."
I stepped inside and was almost floored by the heat of the place. It had been less than an hour since I had been in here, just waking up. I went directly to the window on the opposite side of my room and opened it, and then sat down on my bed. Draco sat down across from me on my desk chair, turning it backwards so he was leaning forward onto the back support.
"So why'd you dump Hermione, Harry?" he asked, blonde hair falling into his eyes.
I shrugged, "It just doesn't seem right for me to be with her when I'm pretty fucking sure Ron's completely in love with her. In my… dream, I guess you could say, they were perfect together; complete opposites, of course, but perfect."
Draco nodded, showing me he understood to a certain degree, "Is that the only reason?"
I nodded, "As far as I know of, yes. If I walked into someone else's life… If this really is a dream, or someone else's reality, or – God, I don't know. I just don't want to screw things up more than necessary."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Breaking up with your girlfriend is definitely bordering on screwing your life over. If it helps any – I didn't like her much either."
I grinned, "Thanks. Doesn't seem like very good girlfriend material, does she?"
He shrugged, "I've heard she's good in bed."
My heart plumented to the ground and my stomach turned to one solid block of ice at this remark.
"I – we – she and I – I'm not a virgin!?"
Draco laughed, "You're not the only guy she's ever dated, Harry, but if you must know… no, you're not a virgin."
"So I… I fucked Hermione?" I asked, eyes wide.
"No, you didn't do jack with Hermione, don't worry about it."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "Good… So who was it?"
He waggled his eyebrows, "I'm not telling."
"Draco!" I exclaimed, "Please?"
"No," he insisted, "Maybe if you're trying to remember something, it'll help jog your memory a bit more."
I sighed, "You're awful sometimes, you know that?"
"And damn proud of it."
Ron's mouth dropped open when he heard what I had said, but a moment later, I noticed a ghost of a grin on his face.
"Mum explained it to you, Hermione – everything's different to me, and I'm really, really sorry if what I just did fucks up the entire rest of my life in this world, but… the only way I love you is as a friend, and I'm sure there are guys lining up to get a chance to get to know you."
Wonder if flattering her boosted my chances of survival any?
Hermione's mouth opened and closed silently for a few moments, much like a fish, before she regained her composure enough to respond to me.
"Well… I never did like you, Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, "And… and this is exactly what I think of you!"
For a very frightening moment, I was terrified she was planning to aim a swift kick to my groin, but I breathed a sigh of relief when she moved towards Ron.
She wouldn't hurt him, would she?
My question was answered less than a second later when, much to my surprise, she sat next to Ron and kissed him fully on the lips without any sort of notice.
The way the colour of Ron's hair clashed with his face was enough for anyone to sit up and take notice.
She released him, eyes shooting daggers at me, before she grabbed Ron's hand and tugged insistently.
"Come on, Ron, we can tell when we're not wanted."
As they walked past me, Ron shot me a grateful smile and grinned, "Sorry mate."
"No worries." I grinned back, standing up and following them at a lagging pace through the house, until the two in front of me, still joined hand-in-hand, threw open the door, revealing a rather startled looking Draco, with his hand raised ready to knock.
What was with house guests all of the sudden?
"Hermi –Ron? Are you two ok?" Draco asked, doing a rather ungraceful side step as Hermione forced herself past him, dragging Ron with her. I saw the questioning look Draco shot Ron before he stepped in, brushing his shirt off in the process.
"What the bloody hell was that, Harry?"
I smirked, "I just dumped Hermione."
His jaw dropped, "You WHAT?!"
"Dumped her." I replied simply, turning around and motioning for him to follow me to my room. "Now, I want to talk to you – you're my best friend, right?"
"Yes," he replied cautiously, following quietly behind me.
"You know almost, if not everything about me, right?"
"I suppose," he answered, stopping at a door I had walked past, "Room's here, Harry."
"Oh," I grinned in an embarrassed sort of way, "Thanks."
"Anytime," he smirked and held the door open, "After you."
I stepped inside and was almost floored by the heat of the place. It had been less than an hour since I had been in here, just waking up. I went directly to the window on the opposite side of my room and opened it, and then sat down on my bed. Draco sat down across from me on my desk chair, turning it backwards so he was leaning forward onto the back support.
"So why'd you dump Hermione, Harry?" he asked, blonde hair falling into his eyes.
I shrugged, "It just doesn't seem right for me to be with her when I'm pretty fucking sure Ron's completely in love with her. In my… dream, I guess you could say, they were perfect together; complete opposites, of course, but perfect."
Draco nodded, showing me he understood to a certain degree, "Is that the only reason?"
I nodded, "As far as I know of, yes. If I walked into someone else's life… If this really is a dream, or someone else's reality, or – God, I don't know. I just don't want to screw things up more than necessary."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Breaking up with your girlfriend is definitely bordering on screwing your life over. If it helps any – I didn't like her much either."
I grinned, "Thanks. Doesn't seem like very good girlfriend material, does she?"
He shrugged, "I've heard she's good in bed."
My heart plumented to the ground and my stomach turned to one solid block of ice at this remark.
"I – we – she and I – I'm not a virgin!?"
Draco laughed, "You're not the only guy she's ever dated, Harry, but if you must know… no, you're not a virgin."
"So I… I fucked Hermione?" I asked, eyes wide.
"No, you didn't do jack with Hermione, don't worry about it."
I breathed a sigh of relief, "Good… So who was it?"
He waggled his eyebrows, "I'm not telling."
"Draco!" I exclaimed, "Please?"
"No," he insisted, "Maybe if you're trying to remember something, it'll help jog your memory a bit more."
I sighed, "You're awful sometimes, you know that?"
"And damn proud of it."