Chapter 3: After thoughts

Hermione stared into the mirror. There was a livid bruise upon her neck. She peeled off her turtleneck. She'd have to keep her over he neck, and fake a sore-throat.

Hermione couldn't believe she had drifted off like that during potions. She had been busy thinking about Tom and the way he touched her breasts and his tongue traveling up her thigh.

Suddenly she felt a prickly sensation on the back of her neck. She turned around and saw him standing in the corner of the dungeons watching her. She got back to cleaning the desks, her hands were already aching.

"Did Potter give you that little gift?" Malfoy said pointing at her neck.

"None of your business, is it?" She kidded. In their 5th year they had all matured, and resolved their conflicts. When Ron thought Harry had betrayed him, Draco and Harry became close. They still are, but even closer than before. Ron had re-joined the gang only a few months ago.

"What are you in for?" Hermione asked.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me your.. answer." Whispered Draco. This might be more fun than she thought.

"No, it wasn't Harry." His eyes widened. He knew how much Harry loved her.

The moment the words left her lips, she regretted telling him. With Draco being Harry's best friend, he might pass on the information. He realized how worried she was, and an amused look crossed his face.

"Don't worry." He said

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Tell me what you guys think of Draco. We'll get more into his character later. He's still bad, but no longer a death eater, you'll see.