finchap I wanted to push him away, to stop him from hurting me. I could feel the blood slicking down my back. I shivered.
"Let go," I mumbled, "Let me go right--" But I couldn't finish my sentence. His mouth was all ready on mine, his teeth gently biting my lips. My hands were limp, hanging at my sides. I didn't know whether to wrap them around his neck, or leave them there. My eyes closed slowly, and I surrendered.
"What were you doing?" Ron yelled, the minute I had walked into the common room. He had obviously stayed up waiting for me. I glanced at the clock, reading two. I sighed, annoyed, and threw myself onto a couch.
"Nothing," I lied.
"What were you doing with Malfoy?" he questioned again, this time with a bit more emphasis on the 'what were you doing'.
"Nothing," I muttered again, clutching the wet robes against my ribs.
"God dammit, Hermione! You were with the slimy git again! That abusive son of a bitch!" Ron spat.
"He's abusive, but he's mine," I whispered, thinking of his crushing hold, his fingernails digging into my neck.
"I can't believe you," Ron sat next to me, his body pressed against mine.
"I need to go to sleep, Ron," I sighed harshly, getting up, and leaving.
***

I lay my head down on the pillow, thinking of nothing but her blood, sticky and warm against my fingers. It was like an unspoken promise. Something sacred that she had given me. Rivers of life. It was like a deal was proposed with one violent fall, and sealed with an even more violent kiss.
I guess you could call me sick. Or evil. Or just. . . infatuated.
***

I only had to look at him once at breakfast to realize that he wanted. To go to the library. This early in the morning? I sighed, getting up, abandoning my cold toast and orange marmalade. I guess you could call me hopeless. Or stupid. Or just. . . infatuated.
***

I didn't wait till we got in the library. I grabbed her in the middle of the lonely corridor, pushing her up against the stony wall.
"D'you want me or not?" I asked. I looked at the curls falling gently across her shoulders, her eyes masked by heavy lashes. I did something very much unusual for me. But I prayed. For her to say that she did.
***

I didn't know what to answer.
"No," I gasped. He was crushing chest. He looked at me with gray, penetrating eyes.
"Yes," I tried again. I knew it was the truth. On account of my voice didn't tremble.
"Oh God, are you sure?" he asked, almost breathless with relief. His hands were crushing my wrists, but his eyes were soft.
"Yes," I trembled.
"Oh God," he said again. He looked stunned, a lock of flaxen hair falling over his eyes. I brushed it away, smiling slightly.
***

She tucked away a strand of my hair, throwing a careless smile on her face. I smiled back. And I finished it by taking her up in my arms, and pressing my lips to hers.
***

He ended it all with a kiss. Just like he had begun it. . . . well, I couldn't remember. Was it? I grinned.

END~

A/N: well, this is the end, my friends. The end, the end. sooooo.. did u like it?? did u?? u guys tell me what pairing u want for my next fic! please review.. i knew the ending was short, but it took me forever to write, which is weird!! but u guys review!! please! thanks so much for all the nice reviews, though.. i'm really happy that u guys like it.. thanks so much again!! luv u all!! ;)