Pt. 22

"We can never tell anyone about this," Hermoine hurried out her mouth as she quickly got dressed, trying to make it seem like nothing happened.

"Ditto," I sneered back at her. I don't want people to know about this. For all I know Crabbe and Goyle could be dead now and if they knew they'd never let me hear the end of it. It would follow me forever.

She took out the small lipstick tube from her pocket and reapplied it to her delicate lips. Just looking at her made me want to do it all over again. Her small fragile body up against my muscled one and out tongues playing Quidditch in their own little way. The thought makes me stiffen up a bit but not enough for people to notice.

"Do you think they found her?" Hermoine tried to come up with a conversation, breaking the air from silence.

"Who cares," I dug my toe into the ground, lying through my teeth. I do care, I just don't know how much. Thinking about the whole thing makes me sick, I mean, who could want to kill people that badly? What happened to Ginny that she felt the urge to slaughter the entire school?

Hermoine glanced over at me once she was finished fixing herself up, "I do. I care about you."

I bared my teeth and gave her a peck on the cheek, only for her to pull me in for more.

"I love you."