I walked back to the Head Boy/Girl chambers more slowly than I had the night before. I hung my head low as I walked past the portrait and into my bedroom. Lying on my soft, comfy bed, I thought. What was I to do? Malfoy was waiting in his room most likely. Ron was pissed off. Harry was flustered. Snape was laughing mercilessly. Love was evil.

I panicked. I grabbed a duffel bag from my trunk, and stuffed in my other uniform, my pajamas for the night: a light-blue tank top that reached the tip of my bellybutton and loose, pale-yellow boxers, and a pad of paper with a red pen. After zipping up the bag, I walked out of my room, past the portrait, and into the hall.

I looked up and saw a glimpse of blonde hair almost past the corner. My skin turned inside out and felt my tendons tighten. I ducked behind the stone statue of a toad, just as Malfoy and a Pansy passed. I sneered at them both. Pansy was giggling and playing with his hair; Malfoy was smiling and led his hand to the bottom of her mini-like skirt. "Disgusting," I muttered under my breath. I stayed in my position until they disappeared behind the portrait. I ran for the Gryffindor common room.

Bunches of people were crowding around the couch, trying to see some impeccable spectacle. But, I didn't want to see it; I didn't even want to be seen. So, I ran up the stairs and into the girls' dormitories, praying that Lavender was in there.

Slowly opening the door, I peeked in. There was Lavender, sitting down on her bed, scribbling on some parchment. "Hey, Lavender," I said quietly, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

"Hey, Hermione," Lavender smiled up at me. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Can I spend the night here, please?" I begged, cupping my hands and placing them in front of my face. "Please."

Lavender smiled. "Sure. But why?"

So I told her everything.

"I see. You have many problems."

I laughed lightly. "Thanks."

*

The next morning, I woke up and five a.m. I walked over to Lavender and pushed her lightly. "Lavender," I whispered.

"Humph!" (A/N: Translation: "Go Away.") She moaned, rolling over.

"Lavender!"

"What," she groaned, pulling the covers over her head.

"I'm going to take a bath, then I'm leaving, okay?" I said, grabbing my duffel.

"Humph!" (A/N: Translation: "Okay, just leave me alone and let me sleep in peace.")

"Okay then." I walked into the bathroom and took a bath.

*

I walked out of the Gryffindor common room and into the hallway. It was only six a.m., so no one would be out here-I hoped.

I was walking quickly-ow! I bumped into someone, and fell right on my butt. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry-wait. No I'm not," I replied, (still on my butt) looked at who it was. It was (no surprise) Malfoy.

He looked at me and smirked. "Nice legs."

I looked down at saw my skirt. It had gone up three inches from when I fell. "Thanks for noticing."

"Thanks for not showing up last night," Malfoy answered.

"I had a good reason not to."

"Which was?"

"You were too busy getting into Parkinson's pants." I stood myself up then bent down again to get my books.

"Nice butt."

"Thanks, jerk," I muttered, standing up again. "How was your night?"

"Lonely."

"F*cking a pug wasn't good enough for you?"

"Shut up."

I raised my eyebrows and laughed. "I believe I'm winning."

"I beg your pardon?"

"No need to beg, Malfoy. I'm winning this round."

"Which is?"

"Round two."

"Really?" he asked, stepping closer to me, his hands outstretched to grab my waist. "Well, what was round one?"

"When I straightened my hair."

"Ah."

"Yeah. I won that one, too."

"So, if I f*ck you, will I win round two?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"How good do you f*ck?"

"Pretty damn good."

"Well, we'll just have to see, now wont we?"

"Fine."

"Fine," I answered, walking past him. As I did, he pinched my butt. I spun around and walked towards him.

He licked his lips and smirked. I placed my hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I'm flattered."

"About what?"

I pulled away. "That you like what you see." I licked my lips in response.

He turned pink. I didn't know a Malfoy could ever turn such a color.

"Well," he started. "I do." He placed his hands on my waist.

"Really?" I asked. "Well, if you want to see more, come to Quidditch practice."

"Why?"

"You do want to see more, don't you?"

"Of course." He placed his hand in his robe pocket and pulled something out. He placed it in my robe pocket. "See you later." He turned and walked away.

I turned around as well and removed the thing he gave me.

It was a condom.