Chapter 10 – It's Raining Men
Author: Rikka
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I'm just playing with them for a short while. I'll give them back, with a knowing smile on their faces, once I've finished with them.
A/N: This is a short chapter (sorry) but I'm working through multiple possible plots here...any feedback is helpful! Thank you all for your reviews!
When it rained, it poured. Well, not really poured, since she wasn't actually attracted to Draco. But it had been fun messing with his head. I should have kissed more boys, she thought, before questioning, before what? Now? Will I not be kissing boys in the future? Get a grip. So you've slept with him. It's not like you each professed undying love. It's not like there's a ring on my finger. Hermione was for probably one of the few times in her life staring at an open book, yet not reading it. The previous night with Draco had been...surprisingly fun! Who knew he had it in him to be anything less than a narcissistic prig? Of course, she was just attempting to think about something else, for a change. The only thing she had thought about over the past couple days had been, well, Snape, and she was beginning to feel like a fool for fawning so. Yet why should I? I shared something with him I haven't shared with anyone else before. I shouldn't feel guilty for that.
Yet, he hadn't exactly been a saint the next day. Of course, she could probably let him know all about Draco and he would calm down; and that's exactly what I'll do. Grinning, she began walking to class, and anyone who saw her probably wondered what the big, silly grin was all about.
After a potion-free day of floating through classes, Hermione found herself staring at the ceiling until she realized that she was far too wired to even begin to think about sleep. Knowing she would get more work done in the library, she grabbed her bag and left, hurrying towards the library with an urgency not just of the need to get work done, but also because somewhere in the back of her head she might have had thoughts of stopping by the potions lab for a quick...chat with Severus.
So intent she was on getting to the library without letting her brain think about what could happen later, she didn't hear the rustle of robes around the corner. So oblivious she was that when a hand reached out and pulled her into a crevice in the wall, she didn't even think to call out. Stumbling over whoever's foot, she landed hard on her back, and before she could react to the pain a wet cloth was placed over her mouth, and she plunged into blackness.
Through the fog in her head, she could hear two slightly familiar male voices, yet she was unable to place them.