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Ch. 13 The Thunder Rolls
A thick blanket of dark clouds and fog covered the grounds at Hogwarts, an unusual occurrence, being that Christmas always brought sunny skies and a layer of fresh snow. The skies were ominous, a foreboding of things to come.
Hermione awoke, and to her delight, in Draco's arms Christmas morning. After spending a wonderful night with one another, they flew back to the castle and fell asleep in his bed after returning to their dorm. He was still sleeping, looking peaceful and innocent. She carefully slid out of his arms, and kissed his cheek. She tip toed into her room and changed. She was to meet Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room and celebrate the holiday, a tradition they have grown to love. After throwing her hair into a ponytail, she headed downstairs to meet with her friends.
She was halfway down the stairs when she realized that she had left everyone's presents in her room. She ran back upstairs and back into her room. As she walked to her desk where the presents lay, Draco walked in.
"You know, my love, it's a bit disheartening to wake up and see that you're gone," he smirked. He was being sarcastic, but Hermione could tell he was upset. He had startled her, causing her jump back a little, but when she realized it was him, she softened and walked over to him.
"I'm sorry sweetie, you just looked so happy and peaceful that I didn't want to wake you," she apologized. She walked over to him and gave him a hug, and much to her delight, hugged her back, very tightly.
"Where're you going, 'Mione?" he whispered.
"It's Christmas Day; I always spend the day with Ron and Harry." They stopped hugging and looked at one another. Draco looked a bit hurt, almost jealous. Hermione instantly felt bad. "Honey, I told you I would be with them for part of the day. They are my best friends. Unless."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you came down with me?" Hermione looked up, hopeful that he would agree.
"I wish I could. I wish we could just go ahead and tell everyone about us. But we can't, you know we can't."
"I know babe," she sighed, exasperated. He leaned back into Draco and gave him another hug. She looked up at him. "I have to go, but I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, she gave him a kiss on his cheek, grabbed the presents and left the room.
Draco, saddened, looked down and noticed that Hermione left one gift. He looked at the tag and it read "To Draco". He looked at the box, and then unwrapped the paper and bow. Inside was a picture frame, a very nice frame, with a note:
When you and I find a picture perfect enough for this frame, we'll put it in. I know it's not much, but I hope you like it. Yours forever, Hermione.
A tear started to well up in his eye. He felt guilty, guilty for not having the balls to stand up to everyone and tell them how in love he is with Hermione. He was sad, because they couldn't take pictures together with out everyone knowing. He was angry, because no one would understand their relationship even if they tried to explain it to everyone.
Draco hugged the frame tightly. The border was silver, and engraved were little broom sticks and feathers. He wanted to go find her, to thank her for his gift, he would have to wait.
Meanwhile, Hermione had reached the Gryffindor common room, had given the fat lady the password and entered into the room. Under the tree were a small pile of gifts, but no one was to be found. Silly boys, she thought. She smiled and went up to the boys' room. Knocking once, she waited, and listened for the movements of tired teens rolling out of their beds. But no sounds were made.
Confused, Hermione knocked again, this time louder. Still no answer.
"Alohamora" she chanted, and the door opened. She looked inside, but the guys were no where to be seen. She looked around the room, throwing back covers to make sure they just weren't hiding under them, but to no avail. A bit disheartened, she walked down back into the common room. She looked under the tree for any presents that may be hers, but there were none. She sighed, and choking back tears, she left the common room.
She was walking back to her dormitory when she noticed some movement to the side of her. She looked, and if she squinted, she could see the blonde hair of Draco. She quickly ran towards him.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled. He turned around, and his eyes brightened to see her. He opened his arms and she ran right into them, holding onto him dearly. He held onto her very tightly, when he noticed her sniffle.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he questioned as she slid down.
"Just take me back to our room, please?" she begged. He nodded, with a puzzled look on his face. Taking her hand, they took a back entrance up to the fourth floor, periodically looking back to see if anyone had followed them.
When they were safe and sound in her room, Hermione broke down into tears. She lied down in her bed, hugging her pillow. Draco sat down next to her, holding her and trying to console her.
"Sweetheart, what happened? I thought you were going to see Ron and Harry?"
"Well I did! And when I got there, no one was in the common room, no one was in their bedrooms, and I looked everywhere! And usually they leave their gifts out, and I looked under the tree and there wasn't anything for me. We always spend Christmas together and they ditched me!" She managed in between sobs.
Draco's heart swelled with both sympathy and anger. Though there was nothing he could do, he wanted to go down and punch them, hurt them for hurting his Hermione. Draco held her as she cried. He suddenly thought of something he thought would cheer her up.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," he said. He walked into his room and opened the door to his closet. On top of the shelf was a box wrapped up in purple wrapping paper. He reached up and grabbed the box, holding it carefully so not to rip the purple. He walked back over to Hermione, who was still hugging her pillow.
"I got this for you while you were with Harry and Ron."
Hermione blinked away a few tears and gingerly opened up the gift. Inside was a small white Gund Snuffle Bear, a muggle brand that was very rare in this part of England. Hermione's face broke out into a huge smile as she took the bear out of the box. Its nose was pointed upwards, as he was ready to be kissed, and its arms opened up waiting for a hug. She looked up at Draco and wrapped her arms around him. They held each other very tightly.
"I'm going to name her Belle," she decided. "Thank you, Draco. She's wonderful. This is the best present anyone has ever given to me. Let me give you yours!"
"No need, I already opened it." Draco smiled.
"But, how."
"You left it on your desk and I couldn't resist. I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful gift. We will get our picture, very soon my love." He kissed her on her forehead, and her crying began to subside.
Hermione took a deep breath, and began to relax. "I'm going to go take a hot shower, and then you and I can snuggle after getting some breakfast." She hopped down and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom is exquisite. The vanities are made of marble, the hardware all pure silver, the floor tiling a royal purple color. The shower was big enough for 6. The shower head, also silver, was big and sprayed down a steady rain of any temperature water desired. The glass doors had etchings of leaves and grapes, and there was even a little bench for one to sit and shave.
Hermione discarded her clothes and turned on the hot water. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail, put a towel on the vanity, and hopped in. Already a steady rise of steam filled the air. The water felt good on her muscles, and she let all of her heartache melt away.
She turned to grab the shampoo, when the door to the shower opened. Draco revealed himself through the steam, with a devious grin on his face. He took the shampoo bottle out of her hand and squeezed the liquid onto his hands.
"Turn around," he commanded gently. With her hair soaking wet, Draco began to run his hands through her hair, lathering up the shampoo. He worked his fingers through her scalp, rubbing and massaging all of her worries away. Hermione laid her head on Draco shoulder and let him work his magic. She closed her eyes and let the hot water beat her skin, and she felt as if she were floating.
After Draco was satisfied with the amount of lather in her hair, he led her under the shower head and rinsed away the shampoo. He reached over and pulled a loofah off of the shower head and squeezed a bit of body wash on to it. He pulled Hermione's hair to the side of her face and began washing her body, starting gently with the upper back, and working his way down her spine, giving her tingles. He reached for the front of her and began washing her upper chest, slowly working his way down her belly button, her hips, her arms, her legs, her breasts, and her ass.
When she had been thoroughly washed off, Hermione turned around.
"Your turn" she smiled deviously. She grabbed a bar of soap off of the shower rack and began running it up and down Draco's torso. His strong pectoral muscles and well defined arms were accentuated by the suds from the soap. She ran the bar up and down his legs, getting dangerously close to his erection, which she so kindly cared to kiss and flick her tongue at.
She walked behind Draco and washed his back, making funny smiley faces and flower pictures from the lather. She occasionally squeezed his butt, before allowing him to rinse off. She put the bar of soap away and grabbed the bottle of shampoo.
"Sit down." She motioned over to the bench on the side of the shower. She walked over and sat down in front of him, spreading her legs to keep balance. Hermione poured the shampoo in her hands and began to rub her hands through his hair. She kept dangerously close to his lips, her breasts just barely grazing his torso. She would give him rich, seductive looks, occasionally licking her lips as she completed his hair washing.
Not being able to resist any longer, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms and kissed her ferociously, not caring that shampoo was started to drip down them. He ran his fingers lightly over her breasts, causing her nipples to protrude. Hermione gently moaned, begging Draco to continue. He kissed her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder blade. Hermione herself scooted closer to Draco's inner thighs, in hopes that she could get in between his legs enough that he could enter her.
Realizing what she was trying to do, he gently tilted her backwards on the bench, until Draco was fully on top of her. Before allowing himself to penetrate, he decided to have a little fun with her, tease her like she had done to him. He nudged her opening, as he kissed her breasts, making it look as though he was going to enter right into her. But he didn't, instead he let the head of his member push in and out of her, ever so slightly. Hermione was going nuts, and she wasn't afraid to let him know. She moaned and begged Draco to stop his teasing. He smiled and finally obeyed, allowing his full length to infiltrate her vagina.
Slowly they developed a steady rhythm. Both were already close to coming, and the heat of the shower, the slipperiness of their bodies was more for either one of them to handle. Like a sudden crashing of the waves, both of their bodies gave in to a simultaneous orgasm, torrents of pleasure ripping their insides.
Breathing steadily, Hermione and Draco smiled at one another.
"It's so fun to be dirty while getting clean," Draco purred. Hermione giggled, and after Draco and she washed out the rest of the shampoo, they stepped out of the shower and dried off. Hermione slipped on a soft terry cloth robe, as Draco put on a pair of cotton boxers and his pajama bottoms. He decided not to wear a shirt for the time being.
Hermione dried off and dressed into a flannel pajama set, warm and cozy for the weather, as it looked as though it was to storm again. She walked into Draco's room.
"I'm hungry," she pleaded, "Let's go down to the Great Hall and grab some breakfast."
Draco looked a bit reserved. "'Mione.are you sure that's a good idea? Us walking around together?"
Hermione looked down at the floor, a bit saddened. "I guess not. Then, I guess I'll see you later." She started walking off to the Great Hall, again fighting off tears. She hated hiding; she hated keeping her and Draco a secret. She quickly brushed away her tears and walked quietly to get breakfast.
The lightening crashed around her, and thunder began booming loudly. She looked around her, frightened, in hopes of finding a friendly face to walk with. There was no one. Put up a brave front, she continued her trek.
Suddenly, she felt herself being picked up and swung around by a pair of strong arms. It was Draco! He had followed her all along.
"Didn't think I was going to turn down an offer for food, now did ya?" He smiled, and suddenly Hermione's heart lifted. He put her down and there was another crash of thunder.
"So it is true? You are together!" a voice cried behind them. Hermione turned, and to her horror, Harry stood there. Both Draco and Hermione stood for a second, realizing that they had just been outed. Their relationship was no longer a secret.
"Answer me Hermione!" Harry's angry voice echoed through out the halls. There was a fire in his eyes she had never seen before, and suddenly she was very frightened of him.
"You at least owe us the truth," another angry voice said. Ron stepped out from behind Harry, followed by Neville, Dean, and the rest of the remaining Gryffindor's. Hermione and Draco looked at one another, both with a pleading look in their eyes, hoping that one of them would have an answer. Finally Draco spoke up.
"Yes, Potter, we are together," Draco said, very simply. "She's my girlfriend, and I love her." He put a protective arm around Hermione, who in returned slipped hers around Draco's back.
All were stunned by what they were seeing. So Neville had been telling the truth. After partying late last night, and one too many butterbeers, Neville let it slip that he saw Hermione and Malfoy kissing in the back alley. All were stunned by this sudden accusation against their best friend, and found it very hard to believe. Until they saw Draco and Hermione walk hand and hand together through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron followed them up to their rooms via the invisibility cloak, and watched in horror as they entered into the same room and closed the door behind them.
"I can't believe you would do this to us, Hermione. You betrayed us. You hid from us, keeping this secret. You little bitch, you hypocrite!" Ron shouted stinging words. Another bolt of lightening lighted the skies.
"Say that again Weasel and you'll be hanging by your hair for the spiders in the Forbidden Forrest to feed upon!" threatened Draco. Ron turned a pale white, and backed away behind Harry, who was still fuming.
Not wanting to put up with this drama on Christmas, Hermione took Draco's hand, and urged him towards the Great Hall. Taking his cue, they turned their backs and walked together to have a nice breakfast. Hermione would deal with her friends later. Right now she wanted to be with her boyfriend, her lover. Thunder echoed outside.
All were surprised by Hermione, just simply walking away. Harry felt his anger turn to pain as tears began to fill his eyes. His best friend, the girl whom he had been in love with since their first year together, was with his mortal enemy. He wanted to shout, wanted to yell, but nothing came to him. He turned and began running, not knowing where.
"Accio Broomstick!" he shouted, and instantly his Firebolt came to him. He ran out into the storm and never looked back.
Ch. 13 The Thunder Rolls
A thick blanket of dark clouds and fog covered the grounds at Hogwarts, an unusual occurrence, being that Christmas always brought sunny skies and a layer of fresh snow. The skies were ominous, a foreboding of things to come.
Hermione awoke, and to her delight, in Draco's arms Christmas morning. After spending a wonderful night with one another, they flew back to the castle and fell asleep in his bed after returning to their dorm. He was still sleeping, looking peaceful and innocent. She carefully slid out of his arms, and kissed his cheek. She tip toed into her room and changed. She was to meet Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room and celebrate the holiday, a tradition they have grown to love. After throwing her hair into a ponytail, she headed downstairs to meet with her friends.
She was halfway down the stairs when she realized that she had left everyone's presents in her room. She ran back upstairs and back into her room. As she walked to her desk where the presents lay, Draco walked in.
"You know, my love, it's a bit disheartening to wake up and see that you're gone," he smirked. He was being sarcastic, but Hermione could tell he was upset. He had startled her, causing her jump back a little, but when she realized it was him, she softened and walked over to him.
"I'm sorry sweetie, you just looked so happy and peaceful that I didn't want to wake you," she apologized. She walked over to him and gave him a hug, and much to her delight, hugged her back, very tightly.
"Where're you going, 'Mione?" he whispered.
"It's Christmas Day; I always spend the day with Ron and Harry." They stopped hugging and looked at one another. Draco looked a bit hurt, almost jealous. Hermione instantly felt bad. "Honey, I told you I would be with them for part of the day. They are my best friends. Unless."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you came down with me?" Hermione looked up, hopeful that he would agree.
"I wish I could. I wish we could just go ahead and tell everyone about us. But we can't, you know we can't."
"I know babe," she sighed, exasperated. He leaned back into Draco and gave him another hug. She looked up at him. "I have to go, but I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, she gave him a kiss on his cheek, grabbed the presents and left the room.
Draco, saddened, looked down and noticed that Hermione left one gift. He looked at the tag and it read "To Draco". He looked at the box, and then unwrapped the paper and bow. Inside was a picture frame, a very nice frame, with a note:
When you and I find a picture perfect enough for this frame, we'll put it in. I know it's not much, but I hope you like it. Yours forever, Hermione.
A tear started to well up in his eye. He felt guilty, guilty for not having the balls to stand up to everyone and tell them how in love he is with Hermione. He was sad, because they couldn't take pictures together with out everyone knowing. He was angry, because no one would understand their relationship even if they tried to explain it to everyone.
Draco hugged the frame tightly. The border was silver, and engraved were little broom sticks and feathers. He wanted to go find her, to thank her for his gift, he would have to wait.
Meanwhile, Hermione had reached the Gryffindor common room, had given the fat lady the password and entered into the room. Under the tree were a small pile of gifts, but no one was to be found. Silly boys, she thought. She smiled and went up to the boys' room. Knocking once, she waited, and listened for the movements of tired teens rolling out of their beds. But no sounds were made.
Confused, Hermione knocked again, this time louder. Still no answer.
"Alohamora" she chanted, and the door opened. She looked inside, but the guys were no where to be seen. She looked around the room, throwing back covers to make sure they just weren't hiding under them, but to no avail. A bit disheartened, she walked down back into the common room. She looked under the tree for any presents that may be hers, but there were none. She sighed, and choking back tears, she left the common room.
She was walking back to her dormitory when she noticed some movement to the side of her. She looked, and if she squinted, she could see the blonde hair of Draco. She quickly ran towards him.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled. He turned around, and his eyes brightened to see her. He opened his arms and she ran right into them, holding onto him dearly. He held onto her very tightly, when he noticed her sniffle.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he questioned as she slid down.
"Just take me back to our room, please?" she begged. He nodded, with a puzzled look on his face. Taking her hand, they took a back entrance up to the fourth floor, periodically looking back to see if anyone had followed them.
When they were safe and sound in her room, Hermione broke down into tears. She lied down in her bed, hugging her pillow. Draco sat down next to her, holding her and trying to console her.
"Sweetheart, what happened? I thought you were going to see Ron and Harry?"
"Well I did! And when I got there, no one was in the common room, no one was in their bedrooms, and I looked everywhere! And usually they leave their gifts out, and I looked under the tree and there wasn't anything for me. We always spend Christmas together and they ditched me!" She managed in between sobs.
Draco's heart swelled with both sympathy and anger. Though there was nothing he could do, he wanted to go down and punch them, hurt them for hurting his Hermione. Draco held her as she cried. He suddenly thought of something he thought would cheer her up.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," he said. He walked into his room and opened the door to his closet. On top of the shelf was a box wrapped up in purple wrapping paper. He reached up and grabbed the box, holding it carefully so not to rip the purple. He walked back over to Hermione, who was still hugging her pillow.
"I got this for you while you were with Harry and Ron."
Hermione blinked away a few tears and gingerly opened up the gift. Inside was a small white Gund Snuffle Bear, a muggle brand that was very rare in this part of England. Hermione's face broke out into a huge smile as she took the bear out of the box. Its nose was pointed upwards, as he was ready to be kissed, and its arms opened up waiting for a hug. She looked up at Draco and wrapped her arms around him. They held each other very tightly.
"I'm going to name her Belle," she decided. "Thank you, Draco. She's wonderful. This is the best present anyone has ever given to me. Let me give you yours!"
"No need, I already opened it." Draco smiled.
"But, how."
"You left it on your desk and I couldn't resist. I couldn't have asked for a more thoughtful gift. We will get our picture, very soon my love." He kissed her on her forehead, and her crying began to subside.
Hermione took a deep breath, and began to relax. "I'm going to go take a hot shower, and then you and I can snuggle after getting some breakfast." She hopped down and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom is exquisite. The vanities are made of marble, the hardware all pure silver, the floor tiling a royal purple color. The shower was big enough for 6. The shower head, also silver, was big and sprayed down a steady rain of any temperature water desired. The glass doors had etchings of leaves and grapes, and there was even a little bench for one to sit and shave.
Hermione discarded her clothes and turned on the hot water. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail, put a towel on the vanity, and hopped in. Already a steady rise of steam filled the air. The water felt good on her muscles, and she let all of her heartache melt away.
She turned to grab the shampoo, when the door to the shower opened. Draco revealed himself through the steam, with a devious grin on his face. He took the shampoo bottle out of her hand and squeezed the liquid onto his hands.
"Turn around," he commanded gently. With her hair soaking wet, Draco began to run his hands through her hair, lathering up the shampoo. He worked his fingers through her scalp, rubbing and massaging all of her worries away. Hermione laid her head on Draco shoulder and let him work his magic. She closed her eyes and let the hot water beat her skin, and she felt as if she were floating.
After Draco was satisfied with the amount of lather in her hair, he led her under the shower head and rinsed away the shampoo. He reached over and pulled a loofah off of the shower head and squeezed a bit of body wash on to it. He pulled Hermione's hair to the side of her face and began washing her body, starting gently with the upper back, and working his way down her spine, giving her tingles. He reached for the front of her and began washing her upper chest, slowly working his way down her belly button, her hips, her arms, her legs, her breasts, and her ass.
When she had been thoroughly washed off, Hermione turned around.
"Your turn" she smiled deviously. She grabbed a bar of soap off of the shower rack and began running it up and down Draco's torso. His strong pectoral muscles and well defined arms were accentuated by the suds from the soap. She ran the bar up and down his legs, getting dangerously close to his erection, which she so kindly cared to kiss and flick her tongue at.
She walked behind Draco and washed his back, making funny smiley faces and flower pictures from the lather. She occasionally squeezed his butt, before allowing him to rinse off. She put the bar of soap away and grabbed the bottle of shampoo.
"Sit down." She motioned over to the bench on the side of the shower. She walked over and sat down in front of him, spreading her legs to keep balance. Hermione poured the shampoo in her hands and began to rub her hands through his hair. She kept dangerously close to his lips, her breasts just barely grazing his torso. She would give him rich, seductive looks, occasionally licking her lips as she completed his hair washing.
Not being able to resist any longer, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms and kissed her ferociously, not caring that shampoo was started to drip down them. He ran his fingers lightly over her breasts, causing her nipples to protrude. Hermione gently moaned, begging Draco to continue. He kissed her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder blade. Hermione herself scooted closer to Draco's inner thighs, in hopes that she could get in between his legs enough that he could enter her.
Realizing what she was trying to do, he gently tilted her backwards on the bench, until Draco was fully on top of her. Before allowing himself to penetrate, he decided to have a little fun with her, tease her like she had done to him. He nudged her opening, as he kissed her breasts, making it look as though he was going to enter right into her. But he didn't, instead he let the head of his member push in and out of her, ever so slightly. Hermione was going nuts, and she wasn't afraid to let him know. She moaned and begged Draco to stop his teasing. He smiled and finally obeyed, allowing his full length to infiltrate her vagina.
Slowly they developed a steady rhythm. Both were already close to coming, and the heat of the shower, the slipperiness of their bodies was more for either one of them to handle. Like a sudden crashing of the waves, both of their bodies gave in to a simultaneous orgasm, torrents of pleasure ripping their insides.
Breathing steadily, Hermione and Draco smiled at one another.
"It's so fun to be dirty while getting clean," Draco purred. Hermione giggled, and after Draco and she washed out the rest of the shampoo, they stepped out of the shower and dried off. Hermione slipped on a soft terry cloth robe, as Draco put on a pair of cotton boxers and his pajama bottoms. He decided not to wear a shirt for the time being.
Hermione dried off and dressed into a flannel pajama set, warm and cozy for the weather, as it looked as though it was to storm again. She walked into Draco's room.
"I'm hungry," she pleaded, "Let's go down to the Great Hall and grab some breakfast."
Draco looked a bit reserved. "'Mione.are you sure that's a good idea? Us walking around together?"
Hermione looked down at the floor, a bit saddened. "I guess not. Then, I guess I'll see you later." She started walking off to the Great Hall, again fighting off tears. She hated hiding; she hated keeping her and Draco a secret. She quickly brushed away her tears and walked quietly to get breakfast.
The lightening crashed around her, and thunder began booming loudly. She looked around her, frightened, in hopes of finding a friendly face to walk with. There was no one. Put up a brave front, she continued her trek.
Suddenly, she felt herself being picked up and swung around by a pair of strong arms. It was Draco! He had followed her all along.
"Didn't think I was going to turn down an offer for food, now did ya?" He smiled, and suddenly Hermione's heart lifted. He put her down and there was another crash of thunder.
"So it is true? You are together!" a voice cried behind them. Hermione turned, and to her horror, Harry stood there. Both Draco and Hermione stood for a second, realizing that they had just been outed. Their relationship was no longer a secret.
"Answer me Hermione!" Harry's angry voice echoed through out the halls. There was a fire in his eyes she had never seen before, and suddenly she was very frightened of him.
"You at least owe us the truth," another angry voice said. Ron stepped out from behind Harry, followed by Neville, Dean, and the rest of the remaining Gryffindor's. Hermione and Draco looked at one another, both with a pleading look in their eyes, hoping that one of them would have an answer. Finally Draco spoke up.
"Yes, Potter, we are together," Draco said, very simply. "She's my girlfriend, and I love her." He put a protective arm around Hermione, who in returned slipped hers around Draco's back.
All were stunned by what they were seeing. So Neville had been telling the truth. After partying late last night, and one too many butterbeers, Neville let it slip that he saw Hermione and Malfoy kissing in the back alley. All were stunned by this sudden accusation against their best friend, and found it very hard to believe. Until they saw Draco and Hermione walk hand and hand together through the halls of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron followed them up to their rooms via the invisibility cloak, and watched in horror as they entered into the same room and closed the door behind them.
"I can't believe you would do this to us, Hermione. You betrayed us. You hid from us, keeping this secret. You little bitch, you hypocrite!" Ron shouted stinging words. Another bolt of lightening lighted the skies.
"Say that again Weasel and you'll be hanging by your hair for the spiders in the Forbidden Forrest to feed upon!" threatened Draco. Ron turned a pale white, and backed away behind Harry, who was still fuming.
Not wanting to put up with this drama on Christmas, Hermione took Draco's hand, and urged him towards the Great Hall. Taking his cue, they turned their backs and walked together to have a nice breakfast. Hermione would deal with her friends later. Right now she wanted to be with her boyfriend, her lover. Thunder echoed outside.
All were surprised by Hermione, just simply walking away. Harry felt his anger turn to pain as tears began to fill his eyes. His best friend, the girl whom he had been in love with since their first year together, was with his mortal enemy. He wanted to shout, wanted to yell, but nothing came to him. He turned and began running, not knowing where.
"Accio Broomstick!" he shouted, and instantly his Firebolt came to him. He ran out into the storm and never looked back.