A/N- Thank you to all who reviewed chapter one!
~Recap
"I'm just going to go to sleep," Harry said.
"Best idea you've had all night," Ron said, and turned over so he wasn't facing Harry.
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Hermione awoke the next morning with a terrible headache. Then she remembered what had happened the previous day. The events replayed themselves in her mind. Harry, accusing her of fooling around with Draco, her actually fooling around with Draco in a broom closet, Harry and Ron being furious at her. And Draco's comforting words after Harry had departed her life.
She remembered being dazed and confused when she walked back to the common room that night. She didn't even see Harry sitting on the chair next to hers. Then, as though from far away, she'd heard Ron's voice penetrating her thoughts. She turned to look at him, wanted to hug him, but the she'd remembered what Harry had said. 'He'll hate you after I tell him,' so she turned to look away, and saw Harry sitting next to her. She instantly froze, then ran into her room, where she had a nearly sleepless night.
"Ugh," she groaned. "I need a cure for my headache," she said, and went swung her legs over the bed. Yawning, she walked over to the shower, and got in, letting the water run down her body. 'Wash it all away,' she told herself, though was not possible. Water couldn't wash away how she was feeling, what had happened. Hermione got out, dressed herself and packed her bag. Her classes today were Potions, Transfiguration, and Herbology. Silently praying she wouldn't see Ron or Harry, she went into the common room.
"Hermione!" a female voice said. "You look terrible, are you OK?"
"No, not really," Hermione answered.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked.
"It's a long story," Hermione said.
"Well, I have time. Maybe if you tell me you'll feel better," she said, trying to get her friend to fess up.
"I guess I can," she said, and launched into the story of how she snogged Draco, Harry caught her, and her whole life was ruined.
"Your whole life? You still have me, Hermione. It sounds as though you have Malfoy too," she added quietly. Ginny had secretly developed a soft spot for the handsome Slytherin. 'Why does every guy I fall for like Hermione?' she thought bitterly. She'd given up on Harry when she saw the way he looked at Hermione, and now Draco was smitten with her too.
"Yes, I've lost my best friends in the world. I don't love Draco though. I love Harry more than anything, and it's killing me! I might like Draco, but he could never measure up to Harry," Hermione said, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Talk to Harry, Hermione. That's what you need to do. You'll feel better if you do," Ginny said.
"I won't feel better if he tells me to sod off though! I can't risk it," she said.
"No, you won't risk it. There's a difference. This is your chance to shine. Your chance to show the world you really are a true, brave, Gryffindor. Harry needs you and you need him," Ginny said, painfully thinking that she needed Draco.
"You're right Ginny, but I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to talk to him, and apologize like I did something wrong, because I didn't. It was Harry who did something wrong, and if he doesn't know it, then that's his problem. In the meantime, I can be with Draco. He's very nice, and I like him," she said, as Ginny smiled weakly.
"We all know Harry will never admit he's wrong. You don't know how long it'll take him to talk to you," Ginny said.
"That's fine with me. I have Draco now, I don't need Harry. At least I think I'll manage for a little while. Then I might crack," Hermione said.
"Glad that's settled," Ginny said in a harsh tone.
"Did I say something?" Hermione asked.
"What? No, just how does Draco kiss?" Ginny asked, a blush creeping up her cheeks, and a smile on her face. Little did Hermione know, that was a very false, fake smile.
"Oh, wonderfully. When he's kissing you, he makes you seem like the only person in the world. Like he never wants to kiss anyone but you. The world stops and all you care about is him," Hermione said, as Ginny blinked back tears.
"Is that so?" she said, feebly laughing.
"It's amazing, Ginny. You have no idea," Hermione said.
"I know," Ginny whispered quietly, and a tear leaked out of her eye and she hastily wiped it away.
"Ginny? Are you crying?" Hermione asked.
"No, just got something in my eye. That's it," Ginny said, though Hermione didn't believe she was being entirely truthful. "Let's go down to Great Hall and get some breakfast. I'm starved," Ginny said, and walked towards to door. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah," she said with one last glance at the boys dormitories, and followed Ginny out the door, wondering what was wrong with her friend.
When they got down to the Great Hall, Hermione instinctively looked over at the Gryffindor table for a red, and black head. She saw them, but they were on other ends of the table. "Hmm, something's wrong," she said, and sat down in the middle of the table.
"I'm going to ho see what's wrong with my brother, OK?" Ginny said to Hermione.
"OK, I'll just be here," she answered, sitting down.
"Ron, what's going on?" Ginny asked her brother.
"What're you talking about?" he answered.
"Where's Harry?"
"That prat? He's over at the other end of the table with the Creevy brothers, and some of the Gryffindor team," he said coarsely.
"Are you two in a fight?" Ginny asked; Ron didn't know she knew what happened between Harry and Hermione.
"It's none of your business!" Ron yelled, slamming his food in the table.
"Hermione told me everything, I know what happened Ron," Ginny told him, and he turned to her.
"She what?"
"She told me. I deserved to know anyway," Ginny said, then covered her mouth with her hand, very much so in the way Ron had done the past day.
"What makes you think you deserved to know? It had nothing to do with you," Ron replied.
"You have no idea," she whispered.
"What did you say?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is getting Harry to talk to Hermione," Ginny said.
"You think I don't know that?" Ron said harshly.
"Look, you have to convince him. Hermione won't talk to him first because she said it's not her fault, and she did nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong? NOTHING WRONG? She made-out with Malfoy! That's something wrong!" he yelled, gathering attention.
*"Oh blow it out your butt Ron. I'm so sick and tired of hearing about how wrong Hermione was to kiss Dra, Malfoy," she said, catching herself. "She had every right too. He treated her good, she told me. Leave her alone for Christ's sake!" she fumed. "She also told me she loves Harry, not Malfoy. It's only a matter of time until she falls out of love with Harry. They need each other, and we can't let Malfoy ruin that," she said quietly, and glanced at Malfoy. He was staring at them, looking enraged. 'Probably because we're discouraging Hermione from him,' Ginny thought, and couldn't help feeling happy herself.
"OK, I agree with you. We can't let Malfoy come between what Harry and Hermione should have. How do we do that though?" Ron asked his sister.
"I don't know. Set up something like a blind date between them," Ginny said, and her face lit up. "I have an idea," she said, a grin on her face.
"Go on," Ron said.
"You don't know what happened to Hermione and Malfoy while Harry was looking for her, do you?" Ginny asked.
"No...what?"
"Well, as Hermione was running down the corridor, Malfoy reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the closet. He locked the door so it couldn't be opened from the inside, unless you had a wand,"
"Hermione didn't try to get out? I'm telling Harry," he said, a started to get up.
"Ron! You didn't let me finish. Malfoy summoned her wand and took it, so she had no way out," Ginny told him.
"Then what?"
"Well, she got mad at him, and he came onto her. She didn't let him kiss her at first, then he said that she was to good for Harry. He kissed her then, and I don't think you want to know the rest," Ginny said, giggling at the revolted look on her brother's face.
"So what's your brilliant idea?" Ron asked, not seeing how what Malfoy had done to Hermione had anything to do with getting them back together.
"We lock them in a broom closet, and take their wands! It's the perfect plan," Ginny said, victoriously.
"It could work. When do we put it into effect?"
"A week. They need some time to cool down," Ginny said. Hermione couldn't get too close to Draco in a week, so she had nothing to worry about. Plus, she had her own plan up her sleeve.
At that time, hundreds of owls came soaring in the Great Hall. Hermione looked up from her meal when a handsome brown and white owl stopped in front of her. "I wonder who this from," she said, taking the letter in her hand. "Thanks," she mumbled to the owl and it took off, looking important. She turned the letter around and saw a seal on it. Instantly, she smiled. The seal was two initials with vines winding around them. She turned around and saw Draco petting the owl, and feeding it some of his breakfast. He looked up and smiled at her, and she returned the smile.
Hungrily, she opened the letter, laying it out in front of her.
(A/N- As some of you may know, I can't do italics or anything special like that, so this I'll put a §§ when it ends)
Hermione,
I'm sorry about all the trouble yesterday seemed to cause. I must admit, though, I certainly enjoyed our time in the closet. I am wondering, would you like to meet me somewhere tonight? We can get to know each other some more, if you catch my drift. Write back and tell me if you can meet me in the 'our' closet at 8:00. Hope to see you there, and have a good day.
Yours truly,
Draco
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Hermione looked up, grinning wildly. She would tell Draco her answer in Potions. 'I hope Snape does Slytherin/Gryffindor partners, and I hope we can choose them,' she wished.
"Who's the letter from, Hermione?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to her. Hermione passed it over to the younger Gryffindor, a mad smile still on her face. She watched Ginny as she read it, her face falling more and more at every word. When she got to the end, she said, "That's great, Hermione. Something to keep your mind off Harry."
Harry. She hadn't thought of him since she'd gotten the letter. How would he react? 'He's not going to find out,' she thought, and a smile crept up on her lips again. "Yes, I should be quite distracted, eh Ginny?" Hermione said, turning to Ginny who had a smile on her face.
"I would believe so," she said.
"I can't wait now," Hermione said. "How am I ever going to get through the day?"
"I don't know," Ginny said, though privately agreeing. 'How am I ever going to get through the day?' Ginny thought to herself.
"I'll go crazy!"
"Me too," Ginny said before she could help herself. When she realized what she'd said, she abruptly became interested in her breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Hermione inquired leaning closer to her.
"What? Nothing, everything's fine. I'm just really happy you have Draco to keep your mind off things," Ginny said convincingly.
"OK, good. I'm happy for me too," Hermione said happily, and began buttering her toast.
When breakfast was over, Hermione and Ginny parted, and went their own ways. Hermione felt someone's arm slip around her waist, and turned around seeing Draco there. "Hey," she said, as he kissed her cheek.
"Hey," he said, leading her to Potions. "Do you have your answer?"
"I do," she said, looking at him teasingly.
"And...?" he said, and she leaned in, kissing him briefly.
"How's that for an answer?" she said, smiling at him.
"The best one you could give," he said, and brought her closer to him, and they walked down the corridor like that.
Harry watched Hermione and Malfoy, and Malfoy placed his arm around Hermione's waist. He saw them exchange a few words, and then Hermione kissed him. Hatred surged through Harry's veins. He wanted to hurt Malfoy, make him beg Harry to stop torturing him. He couldn't do that though. He never wanted to hurt Hermione again. He felt so bad right now, and she was making it worse. That's why he could never talk to her. 'She likes Malfoy, you had your chance, and you didn't take it. This is your fault,' he thought angrily to himself.
When he got to the Potions classroom down in the dungeon, he found Snape wasn't there yet. The class was waiting outside the door, and Malfoy and Hermione were holding hands. Harry went over and stood with Dean and Seamus, trying to engage them in conversation so he could think of something other than Malfoy and Hermione.
"Hey Harry, you don't know what's going on between Hermione and Malfoy, do you? I mean, you guys are best friends, did she tell you anything?" Seamus asked.
*Harry stared straight ahead. "Piss off Seamus," he said, and walked through the door leading to the Potions classroom, for Snape had finally arrived.
Seamus looked at Dean, surprised. "That was uncalled for," he said, and followed Harry through the door.
Professor Snape walked to front of class, and looked around. A surprised look took over his face because Granger and Draco were sitting relatively close. He looked around and saw Potter sitting alone with his arms crossed, and a glare on his face. Then he saw Weasley sitting across the room with Thomas and Finnigan.
"I see the Dream Team has split up," he said coldly. "What happened? Did Potter get a little jealous?" Snape said, and judging by the look on Potter's face, he knew he'd hit it on the nose. Potter stood up, his fist's clenched.
"You stay out of this Snape," Harry said threateningly.
"Oh, but now I've gotten myself into this, haven't I? Snape replied, his lips curling at the sides.
Now Weasley stood up, his wand in his hand. "You evil, horrible person. Leave us alone, and stay out of it."
"But I don't think I should. Everything should be resolved, should it not? I could be something of a help," Snape said. Draco was clearly enjoying this, a grin was on his face. Granger however, was not.
"It's none of your business," she said, and then looked at Draco for help.
"Professor, I think three seventeen year old teenagers should be able to resolve their own problems without the interference of their least favorite Professor," Draco drawled.
"Um, yes Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for pointing that out. You three," he said, pointing at Weasley, Granger, and Potter, "take your seats."
"Stupid git," Draco muttered. Contrary to what everybody thought, he did not like Professor Snape. Snape had betrayed Lord Voldemort, and that wasn't OK. Turning spy for Dumbledore was a very foolish thing to do. Didn't he know that good doesn't always win? Oh well, none doing to Draco. Lord Voldemort would rise to the top, three Malfoy's right alongside him. Lucius, Draco, and Draco's future son. Draco smiled to himself, and saw Hermione watching him. When he saw her staring, she blushed and looked away. 'She's so pretty, it's too bad I'm just using her,' he thought. He'd decided that he'd have to bed her soon so he didn't have time to develop true feelings for her. 'This is going to be a piece of cake,' he thought, grinning again.
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'Shoot, it's almost 8,' Hermione thought, as she opened the door to Harry's dorm. Harry was in the common room and Ron wasn't around, so Hermione snuck in their dorms to look for Harry's invisibility cloak. Seamus, Dean and Neville were all asleep in their beds. When she looked at Harry and Ron's beds, memories came flooding back to her. Memories of times spent in there with Ron, times when she woke them up every Christmas, and all those late-night conversations with Harry after Cedric's death.
She sat on Ron's bed, remembering all the kissing and fooling around that had happened between them on that bed. She smiled to herself when she remembered the time she and Ron had stripped down to their undergarments, and she had fallen off the bed when he turned her over. Ron had always put a charm on the bed that made it look like he was sleeping when ever Hermione snuck in to see him. When someone looked at the bed, they would see what they thought was Ron sleeping. God only knows what was really going on under the covers. 'That's yesterday's news though. I'm in love with Harry now,' she said to herself.
She rummaged through Harry's trunk, and grabbed the cloak. She turned to look around one last time at the dorm, and walked out the door. She folded the cloak neatly, and placed it in her bag. She looked down at Harry to make sure he didn't see, and saw he was talking to someone. At least it looked like it, there was no one else in the room. She shrugged it off, and casually descended down the stairs, hoping Harry wouldn't ask her why she was up there.
"Why were you up there?" he asked.
'Busted,' Hermione thought. "I was just talking to Ginny," she lied.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah," Hermione said, and went towards the door, trying not to look too suspicious.
"Where are you going after hours?" he asked trying to get some information.
"No where that concerns you," she replied.
"How long will you be gone?" Harry asked, not looking at Hermione.
"I don't know," she said, and left.
"Godric, I don't know what to do," he said, turning towards the portrait. "She's off to see Malfoy again."
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Hermione put the invisibility cloak on when she got out the door, and tore through the corridors. She was already late for her meeting with Draco. She was running so fast, she ended up running right past it. "Urgh!" she yelled, and turned back.
When she got to it, she knocked on the door, for it was closed. "Who is it?" Draco asked.
"It's me you prat," she said, and the door opened.
"Hurry up, Filch keeps coming past here. Someone must've read the letter and tipped him off," he said, turning to look at Hermione, but seeing nothing. "Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes?" she said sweetly, already behind him.
"How'd you do that?" he asked.
"Magic," she remarked, and walked right up to him, and closed the door behind him. Then she put a locking spell on the door, so that it couldn't be opened from the outside, and then sound-proofed the room. "I think we're all set now," she said.
"How'd you do that?"
"Do what?" she said.
"Never mind. Follow me," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the back of the closet.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see. You just have to trust me," he said, and put his hands against the wall, muttering something she couldn't understand. Then part of the wall turned into a door, and Draco pushed it open, revealing a bedroom. The walls were a deep purple, and there were candles hanging in the air. There was a big, black silk, canopied bed, and a couch. There was a table with books piled up in it.
"Where are we?" she whispered.
"My own, secret study room," he said. "It used to be the prefect office, back when my father was at school. He told me about it."
"Wow," Hermione said.
"It is nice, isn't it?" he said, looking around. "Of course it didn't look like this when I first found it. I tidied it up a bit, and made it my own."
"You made the walls purple?" she said doubtfully.
"They're usually green, and the bed is usually silver. You know, Slytherin colors. But I changed it for you," he added.
"How sweet," she replied, still looking around.
"You want to sit down?" he said, and lead her over to the couches.
They sat down next to each other, and Draco put his arm around Hermione. "Oh hell, we both know why we're here," she said, and kissed him.
Draco smiled, and wrapped his arms around Hermione. They sat kissing for a long time, and then Draco picked her up, and brought her over to the bed. He sat her down, but she stood up. She was still kissing him, her tongue exploring his mouth. She took off his cloak, and roughly threw it aside, his tie along with it. Draco pushed Hermione up against the wall, and took off her cloak and tie. He planted kisses along her neckline, and then down towards her chest. Hermione was so occupied thinking about the pleasure she was having, she didn't even notice when her mind screamed 'Take this, Harry Potter!'
Draco had slipped his hand up her shirt, and took it off so all she had on was a thin tank-top and bra. 'Two can play at the game,' she thought, and raised Draco's shirt over his head, flinging it aside. Her hands ran over his muscular chest, and he ran his fingers along her stomach, each touch like ice. She put her leg between his, and kissed him harder.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, while he kicked his shoes and socks off, and she did the same. She reached up to him, and pulled him on top of her. They got under the covers, and kept kissing. 'Hermione, stop! You're going too far! You don't want to lose it to Malfoy, do you?' her heart screamed. But her body was in full demand now. "Draco," she moaned, as he pulled her tank top off. Now all she was wearing was her skirt, and undergarments, but not for long. Draco pulled her skirt off, and she pulled his pants off. She had a sudden vision of the her wearing the same thing, in a bed with someone. Except he had red hair, and they had been going out for three months. 'STOP!!!!!' her heart screeched, and this time she listened.
"Draco stop," she said, pushing him off her.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" he said, looking at her.
"No, I just don't want to go this far yet. What if we end up, you know?" she said, blushing.
"It's OK, I respect that," he said, but his mind was screaming 'I was so close!'
"You do?" she asked. Hermione had heard all sorts of rumors of his one-night-stands.
"Of course," he said, pulling her close. "I respect you."
She smiled against his bare skin. "I'm so glad I have you," she said, and closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.
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"Where is she?" Harry asked Godric for the millionth time this evening.
"I already told you, I don't know," the eight year old replied, looking sleepy.
"She could be doing anything with him!" he said to Godric only to find him asleep. "Oh great, now who'll talk to me?"
"I can," Ginny said, coming down the stairs.
"Oh well, I was thinking of going bed actually," he replied, meaning he wanted to talk to someone who wasn't so close to Ron, Hermione, or just wasn't Ginny.
"Look, it's obvious you don't want to talk to me, but I think I can help you," she said.
"How?" he replied skeptically. What did she know about what was going on in his life?
"Easy. I've got the story from two points of view, now I just need yours," she said.
"You're asking me to tell you about the worst afternoon this year? Yeah right, I've already relived it once, and that's more than enough for me," he said.
"You know, we're both going through similar things. I like someone who's ignoring me for another girl, and you love a girl ignoring you for a guy," she said, smiling.
"What're you talking about?" Harry asked her, she was getting personal.
"We can save each other, Harry," she said.
"I still don't get it," he replied.
"OK, if I tell you this, you've got to swear not to tell. Swear on your life," she said.
"I swear it," he said. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. 'This must be big,' he thought.
"I'minlovewitDracoMalfoy," she said.
"What?" Harry said. "I don't understand what you said."
She took a deep breath, and exhaled. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy," she said slower this time.
"What?" he yelled. Impossible. Ginny Weasley, in love with Draco Malfoy? Couldn't be.
"I know, shock shock, surprise surprise. But what I'm saying, is we can help each other," she said.
"I'm still not following you," he said.
"I knew there was a reason you weren't elected Head Boy," Ginny teased. "What I mean is we can make them jealous. Hermione will become jealous beyond all imagination, and I don't know what Draco will do, but maybe there's a sliver of a chance he'll be envious."
"You know all this how?" he asked her.
"Harry, you're forgetting I'm Hermione's best girl friend," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Good point. Say I agree to this, do we have to do everything? The whole kissing in public, and lovey-dovey thing?" he said.
"Well, it depends on what Draco and Hermione do. What ever they do to show affection, we hit them back harder. You need Hermione to think you're not grieving anymore," she said.
"I'm not grieving!" he protested.
"Harry, look in the mirror. What looks back at you is called grieving," she said smartly, and passed him her mirror.
"Let's do it," Harry said, staring back at his own, sorry reflection.
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Hermione woke up to find herself in someone else's bed. It had black, silky sheets, and a canopy. She turned over and saw Draco, still sleeping. 'He looks so innocent while he sleeps,' she thought, giggling. Draco grunted and turned over.
"Morning sunshine," he said, raising his hand to her face, and stroking her cheek.
"Morning. What time is it?" she asked.
"I don't know. Time for breakfast I think," he said when his stomach growled.
Hermione laughed, and started gathering up her things. "I'm going to go get ready, I'll meet you at the entrance to the Great Hall in 20 minutes. Bye," she said, and left.
When she got in her room, she saw a house-elf lighting the fire. "Hello," she said.
"Good morning Miss," the house-elf said. "Forsy is just finishing up here Miss," the house-elf said, and lit a fire with her finger. "Good day Miss," Forsy said, and bowed to Hermione before popping into thin air.
"And a good one to you, too," she said to nobody in particular, went into the bathroom. She hopped in the shower, and washed her hair. When she came out she got dressed, packed, and went into the common room, where she found Harry and Ginny sitting close together on the couch. When Harry saw her, he grabbed Ginny's hand, squeezing it slightly. Ginny giggled, and turned to look at Hermione.
"Morning Hermione. What time did you get in last night?" she asked.
"Are you guys together?" Hermione blurted out.
"Yes," Harry answered, smiling at her. 'What goes around, comes around,' he thought.
"Oh," Hermione said, her face clearly falling. Ginny turned and smiled an I-told-you-so smile at Harry, which he returned.
"Are you going to eat now, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh, um, yes," she stammered.
"Let's all go down then, shall we?" Ginny said, and stood up. Harry automatically stood up after her, and put his arms around her from behind. Ginny put her hands on his, and he spun her around. He kissed her on the cheek, and she glanced at Hermione. "Come on, sweetheart," she said to Harry, and took his hand in hers.
"So how long has this been going on?" Hermione asked, a pained look on her face.
"Since last night. We were both out in the common room waiting for you, and we just go to know each other better," Harry said.
"Yeah, and we decided that since you have Malfoy now, we needed each other," Ginny said, gazing into Harry's eyes.
"I see," Hermione answered firmly.
"You never did tell us, when did you get back last night?" Ginny questioned.
"Oh, late," Hermione answered.
"Wow, you were with Malfoy for a while then, weren't you?" Harry said.
Hermione almost let her bag fall from her shoulder in surprise. "How did you... were you spying?" she sputtered.
"No, I was with Ginny. I just assumed you were with Malfoy, and I guess I was right. Wasn't I?" he asked her.
"Yes, you're right. We were just, um, getting to know each other better," she said with a smirk.
"There you are Hermione!" Malfoy said, and Harry's insides churned. Ginny obviously noticed, and squeezed his hand.
"Potter, what are you doing with her?" Malfoy said, looking at Ginny with superiority on his face.
"Oh, we're an item now," Harry said, and Ginny nodded fervently. Harry put his arms around Ginny from the back again.
"Oh are you? Potter finally noticed you Ginny? I mean, Weasley," he corrected himself, a pink tinge appearing on his face.
"Let's go eat," Hermione said, grabbing Malfoy's hand, and with one last look Harry and Ginny, she set out towards the Slytherin table.
"I think this is going over well, don't you?" Harry said to Ginny.
"I do," she said, thinking of the way her name sounded coming from Draco, and liking it very much.
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* I used phrases from the movie, A League Of Our Own.
A/N- This chapter was incredibly hard to write. It took me over four hours, so I hope it was worth it! Please review!
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~Recap
"I'm just going to go to sleep," Harry said.
"Best idea you've had all night," Ron said, and turned over so he wasn't facing Harry.
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Hermione awoke the next morning with a terrible headache. Then she remembered what had happened the previous day. The events replayed themselves in her mind. Harry, accusing her of fooling around with Draco, her actually fooling around with Draco in a broom closet, Harry and Ron being furious at her. And Draco's comforting words after Harry had departed her life.
She remembered being dazed and confused when she walked back to the common room that night. She didn't even see Harry sitting on the chair next to hers. Then, as though from far away, she'd heard Ron's voice penetrating her thoughts. She turned to look at him, wanted to hug him, but the she'd remembered what Harry had said. 'He'll hate you after I tell him,' so she turned to look away, and saw Harry sitting next to her. She instantly froze, then ran into her room, where she had a nearly sleepless night.
"Ugh," she groaned. "I need a cure for my headache," she said, and went swung her legs over the bed. Yawning, she walked over to the shower, and got in, letting the water run down her body. 'Wash it all away,' she told herself, though was not possible. Water couldn't wash away how she was feeling, what had happened. Hermione got out, dressed herself and packed her bag. Her classes today were Potions, Transfiguration, and Herbology. Silently praying she wouldn't see Ron or Harry, she went into the common room.
"Hermione!" a female voice said. "You look terrible, are you OK?"
"No, not really," Hermione answered.
"What's going on?" Ginny asked.
"It's a long story," Hermione said.
"Well, I have time. Maybe if you tell me you'll feel better," she said, trying to get her friend to fess up.
"I guess I can," she said, and launched into the story of how she snogged Draco, Harry caught her, and her whole life was ruined.
"Your whole life? You still have me, Hermione. It sounds as though you have Malfoy too," she added quietly. Ginny had secretly developed a soft spot for the handsome Slytherin. 'Why does every guy I fall for like Hermione?' she thought bitterly. She'd given up on Harry when she saw the way he looked at Hermione, and now Draco was smitten with her too.
"Yes, I've lost my best friends in the world. I don't love Draco though. I love Harry more than anything, and it's killing me! I might like Draco, but he could never measure up to Harry," Hermione said, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Talk to Harry, Hermione. That's what you need to do. You'll feel better if you do," Ginny said.
"I won't feel better if he tells me to sod off though! I can't risk it," she said.
"No, you won't risk it. There's a difference. This is your chance to shine. Your chance to show the world you really are a true, brave, Gryffindor. Harry needs you and you need him," Ginny said, painfully thinking that she needed Draco.
"You're right Ginny, but I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not going to talk to him, and apologize like I did something wrong, because I didn't. It was Harry who did something wrong, and if he doesn't know it, then that's his problem. In the meantime, I can be with Draco. He's very nice, and I like him," she said, as Ginny smiled weakly.
"We all know Harry will never admit he's wrong. You don't know how long it'll take him to talk to you," Ginny said.
"That's fine with me. I have Draco now, I don't need Harry. At least I think I'll manage for a little while. Then I might crack," Hermione said.
"Glad that's settled," Ginny said in a harsh tone.
"Did I say something?" Hermione asked.
"What? No, just how does Draco kiss?" Ginny asked, a blush creeping up her cheeks, and a smile on her face. Little did Hermione know, that was a very false, fake smile.
"Oh, wonderfully. When he's kissing you, he makes you seem like the only person in the world. Like he never wants to kiss anyone but you. The world stops and all you care about is him," Hermione said, as Ginny blinked back tears.
"Is that so?" she said, feebly laughing.
"It's amazing, Ginny. You have no idea," Hermione said.
"I know," Ginny whispered quietly, and a tear leaked out of her eye and she hastily wiped it away.
"Ginny? Are you crying?" Hermione asked.
"No, just got something in my eye. That's it," Ginny said, though Hermione didn't believe she was being entirely truthful. "Let's go down to Great Hall and get some breakfast. I'm starved," Ginny said, and walked towards to door. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah," she said with one last glance at the boys dormitories, and followed Ginny out the door, wondering what was wrong with her friend.
When they got down to the Great Hall, Hermione instinctively looked over at the Gryffindor table for a red, and black head. She saw them, but they were on other ends of the table. "Hmm, something's wrong," she said, and sat down in the middle of the table.
"I'm going to ho see what's wrong with my brother, OK?" Ginny said to Hermione.
"OK, I'll just be here," she answered, sitting down.
"Ron, what's going on?" Ginny asked her brother.
"What're you talking about?" he answered.
"Where's Harry?"
"That prat? He's over at the other end of the table with the Creevy brothers, and some of the Gryffindor team," he said coarsely.
"Are you two in a fight?" Ginny asked; Ron didn't know she knew what happened between Harry and Hermione.
"It's none of your business!" Ron yelled, slamming his food in the table.
"Hermione told me everything, I know what happened Ron," Ginny told him, and he turned to her.
"She what?"
"She told me. I deserved to know anyway," Ginny said, then covered her mouth with her hand, very much so in the way Ron had done the past day.
"What makes you think you deserved to know? It had nothing to do with you," Ron replied.
"You have no idea," she whispered.
"What did you say?"
"It doesn't matter. What matters is getting Harry to talk to Hermione," Ginny said.
"You think I don't know that?" Ron said harshly.
"Look, you have to convince him. Hermione won't talk to him first because she said it's not her fault, and she did nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong? NOTHING WRONG? She made-out with Malfoy! That's something wrong!" he yelled, gathering attention.
*"Oh blow it out your butt Ron. I'm so sick and tired of hearing about how wrong Hermione was to kiss Dra, Malfoy," she said, catching herself. "She had every right too. He treated her good, she told me. Leave her alone for Christ's sake!" she fumed. "She also told me she loves Harry, not Malfoy. It's only a matter of time until she falls out of love with Harry. They need each other, and we can't let Malfoy ruin that," she said quietly, and glanced at Malfoy. He was staring at them, looking enraged. 'Probably because we're discouraging Hermione from him,' Ginny thought, and couldn't help feeling happy herself.
"OK, I agree with you. We can't let Malfoy come between what Harry and Hermione should have. How do we do that though?" Ron asked his sister.
"I don't know. Set up something like a blind date between them," Ginny said, and her face lit up. "I have an idea," she said, a grin on her face.
"Go on," Ron said.
"You don't know what happened to Hermione and Malfoy while Harry was looking for her, do you?" Ginny asked.
"No...what?"
"Well, as Hermione was running down the corridor, Malfoy reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the closet. He locked the door so it couldn't be opened from the inside, unless you had a wand,"
"Hermione didn't try to get out? I'm telling Harry," he said, a started to get up.
"Ron! You didn't let me finish. Malfoy summoned her wand and took it, so she had no way out," Ginny told him.
"Then what?"
"Well, she got mad at him, and he came onto her. She didn't let him kiss her at first, then he said that she was to good for Harry. He kissed her then, and I don't think you want to know the rest," Ginny said, giggling at the revolted look on her brother's face.
"So what's your brilliant idea?" Ron asked, not seeing how what Malfoy had done to Hermione had anything to do with getting them back together.
"We lock them in a broom closet, and take their wands! It's the perfect plan," Ginny said, victoriously.
"It could work. When do we put it into effect?"
"A week. They need some time to cool down," Ginny said. Hermione couldn't get too close to Draco in a week, so she had nothing to worry about. Plus, she had her own plan up her sleeve.
At that time, hundreds of owls came soaring in the Great Hall. Hermione looked up from her meal when a handsome brown and white owl stopped in front of her. "I wonder who this from," she said, taking the letter in her hand. "Thanks," she mumbled to the owl and it took off, looking important. She turned the letter around and saw a seal on it. Instantly, she smiled. The seal was two initials with vines winding around them. She turned around and saw Draco petting the owl, and feeding it some of his breakfast. He looked up and smiled at her, and she returned the smile.
Hungrily, she opened the letter, laying it out in front of her.
(A/N- As some of you may know, I can't do italics or anything special like that, so this I'll put a §§ when it ends)
Hermione,
I'm sorry about all the trouble yesterday seemed to cause. I must admit, though, I certainly enjoyed our time in the closet. I am wondering, would you like to meet me somewhere tonight? We can get to know each other some more, if you catch my drift. Write back and tell me if you can meet me in the 'our' closet at 8:00. Hope to see you there, and have a good day.
Yours truly,
Draco
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Hermione looked up, grinning wildly. She would tell Draco her answer in Potions. 'I hope Snape does Slytherin/Gryffindor partners, and I hope we can choose them,' she wished.
"Who's the letter from, Hermione?" Ginny asked, sitting down next to her. Hermione passed it over to the younger Gryffindor, a mad smile still on her face. She watched Ginny as she read it, her face falling more and more at every word. When she got to the end, she said, "That's great, Hermione. Something to keep your mind off Harry."
Harry. She hadn't thought of him since she'd gotten the letter. How would he react? 'He's not going to find out,' she thought, and a smile crept up on her lips again. "Yes, I should be quite distracted, eh Ginny?" Hermione said, turning to Ginny who had a smile on her face.
"I would believe so," she said.
"I can't wait now," Hermione said. "How am I ever going to get through the day?"
"I don't know," Ginny said, though privately agreeing. 'How am I ever going to get through the day?' Ginny thought to herself.
"I'll go crazy!"
"Me too," Ginny said before she could help herself. When she realized what she'd said, she abruptly became interested in her breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Hermione inquired leaning closer to her.
"What? Nothing, everything's fine. I'm just really happy you have Draco to keep your mind off things," Ginny said convincingly.
"OK, good. I'm happy for me too," Hermione said happily, and began buttering her toast.
When breakfast was over, Hermione and Ginny parted, and went their own ways. Hermione felt someone's arm slip around her waist, and turned around seeing Draco there. "Hey," she said, as he kissed her cheek.
"Hey," he said, leading her to Potions. "Do you have your answer?"
"I do," she said, looking at him teasingly.
"And...?" he said, and she leaned in, kissing him briefly.
"How's that for an answer?" she said, smiling at him.
"The best one you could give," he said, and brought her closer to him, and they walked down the corridor like that.
Harry watched Hermione and Malfoy, and Malfoy placed his arm around Hermione's waist. He saw them exchange a few words, and then Hermione kissed him. Hatred surged through Harry's veins. He wanted to hurt Malfoy, make him beg Harry to stop torturing him. He couldn't do that though. He never wanted to hurt Hermione again. He felt so bad right now, and she was making it worse. That's why he could never talk to her. 'She likes Malfoy, you had your chance, and you didn't take it. This is your fault,' he thought angrily to himself.
When he got to the Potions classroom down in the dungeon, he found Snape wasn't there yet. The class was waiting outside the door, and Malfoy and Hermione were holding hands. Harry went over and stood with Dean and Seamus, trying to engage them in conversation so he could think of something other than Malfoy and Hermione.
"Hey Harry, you don't know what's going on between Hermione and Malfoy, do you? I mean, you guys are best friends, did she tell you anything?" Seamus asked.
*Harry stared straight ahead. "Piss off Seamus," he said, and walked through the door leading to the Potions classroom, for Snape had finally arrived.
Seamus looked at Dean, surprised. "That was uncalled for," he said, and followed Harry through the door.
Professor Snape walked to front of class, and looked around. A surprised look took over his face because Granger and Draco were sitting relatively close. He looked around and saw Potter sitting alone with his arms crossed, and a glare on his face. Then he saw Weasley sitting across the room with Thomas and Finnigan.
"I see the Dream Team has split up," he said coldly. "What happened? Did Potter get a little jealous?" Snape said, and judging by the look on Potter's face, he knew he'd hit it on the nose. Potter stood up, his fist's clenched.
"You stay out of this Snape," Harry said threateningly.
"Oh, but now I've gotten myself into this, haven't I? Snape replied, his lips curling at the sides.
Now Weasley stood up, his wand in his hand. "You evil, horrible person. Leave us alone, and stay out of it."
"But I don't think I should. Everything should be resolved, should it not? I could be something of a help," Snape said. Draco was clearly enjoying this, a grin was on his face. Granger however, was not.
"It's none of your business," she said, and then looked at Draco for help.
"Professor, I think three seventeen year old teenagers should be able to resolve their own problems without the interference of their least favorite Professor," Draco drawled.
"Um, yes Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for pointing that out. You three," he said, pointing at Weasley, Granger, and Potter, "take your seats."
"Stupid git," Draco muttered. Contrary to what everybody thought, he did not like Professor Snape. Snape had betrayed Lord Voldemort, and that wasn't OK. Turning spy for Dumbledore was a very foolish thing to do. Didn't he know that good doesn't always win? Oh well, none doing to Draco. Lord Voldemort would rise to the top, three Malfoy's right alongside him. Lucius, Draco, and Draco's future son. Draco smiled to himself, and saw Hermione watching him. When he saw her staring, she blushed and looked away. 'She's so pretty, it's too bad I'm just using her,' he thought. He'd decided that he'd have to bed her soon so he didn't have time to develop true feelings for her. 'This is going to be a piece of cake,' he thought, grinning again.
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'Shoot, it's almost 8,' Hermione thought, as she opened the door to Harry's dorm. Harry was in the common room and Ron wasn't around, so Hermione snuck in their dorms to look for Harry's invisibility cloak. Seamus, Dean and Neville were all asleep in their beds. When she looked at Harry and Ron's beds, memories came flooding back to her. Memories of times spent in there with Ron, times when she woke them up every Christmas, and all those late-night conversations with Harry after Cedric's death.
She sat on Ron's bed, remembering all the kissing and fooling around that had happened between them on that bed. She smiled to herself when she remembered the time she and Ron had stripped down to their undergarments, and she had fallen off the bed when he turned her over. Ron had always put a charm on the bed that made it look like he was sleeping when ever Hermione snuck in to see him. When someone looked at the bed, they would see what they thought was Ron sleeping. God only knows what was really going on under the covers. 'That's yesterday's news though. I'm in love with Harry now,' she said to herself.
She rummaged through Harry's trunk, and grabbed the cloak. She turned to look around one last time at the dorm, and walked out the door. She folded the cloak neatly, and placed it in her bag. She looked down at Harry to make sure he didn't see, and saw he was talking to someone. At least it looked like it, there was no one else in the room. She shrugged it off, and casually descended down the stairs, hoping Harry wouldn't ask her why she was up there.
"Why were you up there?" he asked.
'Busted,' Hermione thought. "I was just talking to Ginny," she lied.
"Oh," he said.
"Yeah," Hermione said, and went towards the door, trying not to look too suspicious.
"Where are you going after hours?" he asked trying to get some information.
"No where that concerns you," she replied.
"How long will you be gone?" Harry asked, not looking at Hermione.
"I don't know," she said, and left.
"Godric, I don't know what to do," he said, turning towards the portrait. "She's off to see Malfoy again."
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Hermione put the invisibility cloak on when she got out the door, and tore through the corridors. She was already late for her meeting with Draco. She was running so fast, she ended up running right past it. "Urgh!" she yelled, and turned back.
When she got to it, she knocked on the door, for it was closed. "Who is it?" Draco asked.
"It's me you prat," she said, and the door opened.
"Hurry up, Filch keeps coming past here. Someone must've read the letter and tipped him off," he said, turning to look at Hermione, but seeing nothing. "Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes?" she said sweetly, already behind him.
"How'd you do that?" he asked.
"Magic," she remarked, and walked right up to him, and closed the door behind him. Then she put a locking spell on the door, so that it couldn't be opened from the outside, and then sound-proofed the room. "I think we're all set now," she said.
"How'd you do that?"
"Do what?" she said.
"Never mind. Follow me," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the back of the closet.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see. You just have to trust me," he said, and put his hands against the wall, muttering something she couldn't understand. Then part of the wall turned into a door, and Draco pushed it open, revealing a bedroom. The walls were a deep purple, and there were candles hanging in the air. There was a big, black silk, canopied bed, and a couch. There was a table with books piled up in it.
"Where are we?" she whispered.
"My own, secret study room," he said. "It used to be the prefect office, back when my father was at school. He told me about it."
"Wow," Hermione said.
"It is nice, isn't it?" he said, looking around. "Of course it didn't look like this when I first found it. I tidied it up a bit, and made it my own."
"You made the walls purple?" she said doubtfully.
"They're usually green, and the bed is usually silver. You know, Slytherin colors. But I changed it for you," he added.
"How sweet," she replied, still looking around.
"You want to sit down?" he said, and lead her over to the couches.
They sat down next to each other, and Draco put his arm around Hermione. "Oh hell, we both know why we're here," she said, and kissed him.
Draco smiled, and wrapped his arms around Hermione. They sat kissing for a long time, and then Draco picked her up, and brought her over to the bed. He sat her down, but she stood up. She was still kissing him, her tongue exploring his mouth. She took off his cloak, and roughly threw it aside, his tie along with it. Draco pushed Hermione up against the wall, and took off her cloak and tie. He planted kisses along her neckline, and then down towards her chest. Hermione was so occupied thinking about the pleasure she was having, she didn't even notice when her mind screamed 'Take this, Harry Potter!'
Draco had slipped his hand up her shirt, and took it off so all she had on was a thin tank-top and bra. 'Two can play at the game,' she thought, and raised Draco's shirt over his head, flinging it aside. Her hands ran over his muscular chest, and he ran his fingers along her stomach, each touch like ice. She put her leg between his, and kissed him harder.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, while he kicked his shoes and socks off, and she did the same. She reached up to him, and pulled him on top of her. They got under the covers, and kept kissing. 'Hermione, stop! You're going too far! You don't want to lose it to Malfoy, do you?' her heart screamed. But her body was in full demand now. "Draco," she moaned, as he pulled her tank top off. Now all she was wearing was her skirt, and undergarments, but not for long. Draco pulled her skirt off, and she pulled his pants off. She had a sudden vision of the her wearing the same thing, in a bed with someone. Except he had red hair, and they had been going out for three months. 'STOP!!!!!' her heart screeched, and this time she listened.
"Draco stop," she said, pushing him off her.
"What's wrong? Did I do something?" he said, looking at her.
"No, I just don't want to go this far yet. What if we end up, you know?" she said, blushing.
"It's OK, I respect that," he said, but his mind was screaming 'I was so close!'
"You do?" she asked. Hermione had heard all sorts of rumors of his one-night-stands.
"Of course," he said, pulling her close. "I respect you."
She smiled against his bare skin. "I'm so glad I have you," she said, and closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.
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"Where is she?" Harry asked Godric for the millionth time this evening.
"I already told you, I don't know," the eight year old replied, looking sleepy.
"She could be doing anything with him!" he said to Godric only to find him asleep. "Oh great, now who'll talk to me?"
"I can," Ginny said, coming down the stairs.
"Oh well, I was thinking of going bed actually," he replied, meaning he wanted to talk to someone who wasn't so close to Ron, Hermione, or just wasn't Ginny.
"Look, it's obvious you don't want to talk to me, but I think I can help you," she said.
"How?" he replied skeptically. What did she know about what was going on in his life?
"Easy. I've got the story from two points of view, now I just need yours," she said.
"You're asking me to tell you about the worst afternoon this year? Yeah right, I've already relived it once, and that's more than enough for me," he said.
"You know, we're both going through similar things. I like someone who's ignoring me for another girl, and you love a girl ignoring you for a guy," she said, smiling.
"What're you talking about?" Harry asked her, she was getting personal.
"We can save each other, Harry," she said.
"I still don't get it," he replied.
"OK, if I tell you this, you've got to swear not to tell. Swear on your life," she said.
"I swear it," he said. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. 'This must be big,' he thought.
"I'minlovewitDracoMalfoy," she said.
"What?" Harry said. "I don't understand what you said."
She took a deep breath, and exhaled. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy," she said slower this time.
"What?" he yelled. Impossible. Ginny Weasley, in love with Draco Malfoy? Couldn't be.
"I know, shock shock, surprise surprise. But what I'm saying, is we can help each other," she said.
"I'm still not following you," he said.
"I knew there was a reason you weren't elected Head Boy," Ginny teased. "What I mean is we can make them jealous. Hermione will become jealous beyond all imagination, and I don't know what Draco will do, but maybe there's a sliver of a chance he'll be envious."
"You know all this how?" he asked her.
"Harry, you're forgetting I'm Hermione's best girl friend," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Good point. Say I agree to this, do we have to do everything? The whole kissing in public, and lovey-dovey thing?" he said.
"Well, it depends on what Draco and Hermione do. What ever they do to show affection, we hit them back harder. You need Hermione to think you're not grieving anymore," she said.
"I'm not grieving!" he protested.
"Harry, look in the mirror. What looks back at you is called grieving," she said smartly, and passed him her mirror.
"Let's do it," Harry said, staring back at his own, sorry reflection.
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Hermione woke up to find herself in someone else's bed. It had black, silky sheets, and a canopy. She turned over and saw Draco, still sleeping. 'He looks so innocent while he sleeps,' she thought, giggling. Draco grunted and turned over.
"Morning sunshine," he said, raising his hand to her face, and stroking her cheek.
"Morning. What time is it?" she asked.
"I don't know. Time for breakfast I think," he said when his stomach growled.
Hermione laughed, and started gathering up her things. "I'm going to go get ready, I'll meet you at the entrance to the Great Hall in 20 minutes. Bye," she said, and left.
When she got in her room, she saw a house-elf lighting the fire. "Hello," she said.
"Good morning Miss," the house-elf said. "Forsy is just finishing up here Miss," the house-elf said, and lit a fire with her finger. "Good day Miss," Forsy said, and bowed to Hermione before popping into thin air.
"And a good one to you, too," she said to nobody in particular, went into the bathroom. She hopped in the shower, and washed her hair. When she came out she got dressed, packed, and went into the common room, where she found Harry and Ginny sitting close together on the couch. When Harry saw her, he grabbed Ginny's hand, squeezing it slightly. Ginny giggled, and turned to look at Hermione.
"Morning Hermione. What time did you get in last night?" she asked.
"Are you guys together?" Hermione blurted out.
"Yes," Harry answered, smiling at her. 'What goes around, comes around,' he thought.
"Oh," Hermione said, her face clearly falling. Ginny turned and smiled an I-told-you-so smile at Harry, which he returned.
"Are you going to eat now, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Oh, um, yes," she stammered.
"Let's all go down then, shall we?" Ginny said, and stood up. Harry automatically stood up after her, and put his arms around her from behind. Ginny put her hands on his, and he spun her around. He kissed her on the cheek, and she glanced at Hermione. "Come on, sweetheart," she said to Harry, and took his hand in hers.
"So how long has this been going on?" Hermione asked, a pained look on her face.
"Since last night. We were both out in the common room waiting for you, and we just go to know each other better," Harry said.
"Yeah, and we decided that since you have Malfoy now, we needed each other," Ginny said, gazing into Harry's eyes.
"I see," Hermione answered firmly.
"You never did tell us, when did you get back last night?" Ginny questioned.
"Oh, late," Hermione answered.
"Wow, you were with Malfoy for a while then, weren't you?" Harry said.
Hermione almost let her bag fall from her shoulder in surprise. "How did you... were you spying?" she sputtered.
"No, I was with Ginny. I just assumed you were with Malfoy, and I guess I was right. Wasn't I?" he asked her.
"Yes, you're right. We were just, um, getting to know each other better," she said with a smirk.
"There you are Hermione!" Malfoy said, and Harry's insides churned. Ginny obviously noticed, and squeezed his hand.
"Potter, what are you doing with her?" Malfoy said, looking at Ginny with superiority on his face.
"Oh, we're an item now," Harry said, and Ginny nodded fervently. Harry put his arms around Ginny from the back again.
"Oh are you? Potter finally noticed you Ginny? I mean, Weasley," he corrected himself, a pink tinge appearing on his face.
"Let's go eat," Hermione said, grabbing Malfoy's hand, and with one last look Harry and Ginny, she set out towards the Slytherin table.
"I think this is going over well, don't you?" Harry said to Ginny.
"I do," she said, thinking of the way her name sounded coming from Draco, and liking it very much.
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* I used phrases from the movie, A League Of Our Own.
A/N- This chapter was incredibly hard to write. It took me over four hours, so I hope it was worth it! Please review!
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