Disclaimer: No I don't own
Harry Potter and all related characters and themes, the goddess named J.K.
Rowling does... so don't sue me. I'm only borrowing them temporarily so I can
make them do my bidding ^_^
AN: I have been writing a
short story a day... I just keep getting these good ideas. ^_^ But I don't want
to put you off either so-
Fred: OY! When are you
going to make us a fic huh?
George: Yeah! I feel so...
so unwanted *sob*
Oh shut up you two... your
time will come. *shakes her head* now back to the fic...
The weeks crept by slowly,
much like the time in Potions class does. When you want something so badly to
end time usually slows down as if mocking your requests. Harry, it seemed, had
been morphed into a whole nother person, which did not go unnoticed by
Hermione. She had tried to talk to him, but the best she got out of him was a
few low mumbles of "Fine" and "Leave me alone." So, she approached the next
best person whom had been acting peculiar also.
"Ron!"
He glanced around. "Yeah?"
Hermione slid into a chair
next to him and took a deep breath launching into something she had wanted to
say for a long time, "I know something's going on between you and Harry and
DON'T you lie to me and tell me that there isn't because I've known you both
for years now and this has never happened before. I feel so left out of it now
and-"
"Hermione."
"- I'm sick of being left
out in the dark! You both need to realize I AM here for you two but I'm always
shoved aside like some over used rag doll and-"
"Hermione."
"WHY DO I FEEL SO OBLIVIOUS
TO EVERYTHING!!?? Why are you and Harry, not to mention a unusually decent
Draco Malfoy, acting-"
Ron seized her face in his
hands and sealed his mouth over hers. It was the only way to get her to stop
yelling, not to mention cause the scene she had created to become even worse.
Hermione paused, stunned
for a split-second, but instinct took over and she kissed him back, easily
realizing she had wanted this for along time. All rational thought had been
veered off course. It didn't matter if they were kissing in the middle of the
common room letting anyone who wished to stare do so, and it didn't matter if
Harry walked in at that precise moment.
Harry glanced at them, a
million curses running through his mind. His best friend destroys his spirit.
Then his crush can no longer even look at him let alone make fun, which Harry
did like in an odd way. It was the closest they'd ever be but even that had
been destroyed. And now, three weeks later, his two "best friends" were making
out in the common room. His stomach did a strange sort of belly flop. He had to
get out of there, fast. He turned on his heel and marched out of the common
right when the lip-smacking couple broke apart, ignorant to the fact that Harry
had even been there.
Harry listened to his
footsteps echo in the deserted hallway. He had been doing a lot of thinking
these past weeks. He wasn't sure if he should approach Draco, kill Ron, or do
both. Or maybe kill Ron, approach Draco, then kill him too? Of course, this
wasn't reasonable, they were just thoughts. Harry was not alive today to become
a murderer.
His hands were pocketed in
his plain black robes and his fingers rest around his wand and he sighed
deeply.
"I hate this"
"Do you now?" a familiar
drawl was heard from the shadows that had been unseen by Harry. Harry looked
over at the spot.
"Malfoy, what are you
doing?" he sounded exasperated.
"Just... standing." He said
with an air of innocence as he took a few steps forward and stood in front of
Harry.
"Don't give me that. What
are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same
question."
"Well I'M out here because
I needed to get away from that two-timing bastard who I just saw kissing
Hermione." Harry harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest and he eyed
Draco curiously.
"Well finally. When's the
wedding?"
"Shut up Malfoy." Secretly,
Harry thought the same thing.
"Fine." He closed his mouth
and pocketed his hands, his eyes now raking over Harry's body and a familiar
stir rose from deep within him. Gods, he was gorgeous. Shoulders broad in
self-defense, his slightly muscular arms crossed over his equally fine chest,
his usual unruly hair outlined in the moonlight and those eyes, gods those eyes
could lose a million people in them.
Harry followed Draco's eyes
and he shifted slightly. "Malfoy... did Ron talk to you?" Ever since that night
Ron had stormed out of the common, since Harry's life changed, Draco's manner
had changed as well and he had the inkling of suspicions it had something to do
with Ron.
"No" was what Draco would
have said, but he pondered over the thought. "Possibly."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Ok then what did he possibly say?"
"He possibly said he wanted
me and we possibly could have had hot sex in the Astronomy tower."
"Stop being such an ass."
Draco smirked. "He possibly
said you could have wanted me." His voice had a hinting touch to it, and
Harry was torn between embarrassment and appreciation. "And what did you
possibly say to that?"
Harry gulped and Draco took
a dramatic pause before answering, "I possibly could have said I felt the same
way."
Harry's jaw fell open and
he just stared. He could not believe this... was it all to good to be true? Of
course it was.
"Then again... a lot of
things are possible. It might have never really happened at all."
With a self-satisfied
smile, Draco turned and walked away leaving Harry in a daze of confusion.
-=-::-=-
"That was cruel."
Draco looked up and stopped
in the middle of a seemingly deserted hallway, his pleasant expression wavering
a little and he raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Isn't it past your bedtime
Granger?"
Hermione glanced down at
her watch. "If you think 10 is late. Unlike you, normal people sleep at night."
Draco shrugged slightly and
looked around, grinning maliciously. "You know it isn't safe to be
wandering around the school at night. Your virgin eyes may see some...
unpleasant things."
"Like you?"
Draco just grinned. "Oh
good one. Next time do try to add some humor into it. I find that always spurs
up your opponent."
Hermione raised a brow
looking very displeased. "And why in the world are you telling me this?"
He smiled and casually
leaned his back against the wall figuring this was going to take awhile, which
was okay. He didn't have much more to do except... "things" with Potter. Or
maybe it'd be better said to do things to him? Draco couldn't decide.
"Because you wouldn't do
anything to step one toe out of line Mudblood."
Something sparked into
Hermione's eyes, hatred mixed with the need to kill and frustration. She
clenched her hands into fists so much that her nails dug into the skin creating
crescent marks all over and she bit her tongue. The self induced pain was
enough to not let him win this game. Never let him win. Never let him get the
best of you.
Draco just smiled inwardly.
He loved having this kind of power over someone, anyone. Especially...
"Harry. You were talking
about Harry earlier I'm guessing?"
She nodded slowly, the
tension in her hands relaxing a little at the mention of Harry's name. "It was
such a -"
"-Malfoy thing to do."
She looked at him in a
small state of awe. He didn't sound ashamed yet, he didn't sound proud either. "Yes.
Why? I mean... I know what's going on." She blushed slightly. You couldn't kiss
someone without being able to pry out some information either.
His smile dampened. "Weasley
needs to learn when to shut up."
"Not if I can help."
Draco raised a brow,
completely clueless. His mouth opened several times as if to say something, but
nothing came out. He didn't quite know what to say. Except-
"Why!?"
"Because Harry's my best
friends and if," She took a deep breath and said in a extremely forced voice, "If
it makes... Harry happy... I should... help." She stressed his name
making sure Draco knew this was not for him. It was never for him.
Draco just smiled a small
smile as if saying "Thanks" in a shy, quiet way.
And with that, Hermione
took a tentative step forward and stood directly in front of Draco, tainted
blood facing pure.
"I have a plan."
AN: Cont'd. How you like? I
enjoy keeping you waiting ^_^. Heh I'm so cruel. Bad, Klee, bad. If you haven't
noticed already, I enjoy doing each chapter by segments instead of writing the
whole thing out and making you wait longer. I'll always change what's in the
description so be on the look out. Later Days! Oh and down forget to fill out
the white box found below.