Ok guys, for any of you who are squeemish or don't appreciate inconsent, you best not read this. Have your friend read it for you and tell you about it later so you can read the chapters after this one. Some people might seem a little OOC (to say the least) but we have a plan!
Hermione's POV
The whole breakfast, Harry kept his hand on my ass. I let him. I hadn't the faintest idea what he needed to talk to me about or why we couldn't talk about it now, but when Harry got into his mystery-mode, you just had to let him be. When breakfast was done, I told Harry we could go back to my common room to talk because Malfoy would be going to class. Whatever Harry needed to talk to me about was clearly more important than class.
Our POV
They walked into the head common room. Hermione didn't notice Harry whispering a locking spell. Hermione sat on the couch. Harry sat next to her, "I saw you talking to Malfoy earlier." Harry drawled.
"Yeah, so?" Hermione asked, "He's head boy, I'm head girl, it happens."
"Well... you were awfully close...." he said. He grabbed her arm.
"Harry, you're hurting me."
"Tell me honestly, Hermione, do you have feelings for Malfoy?"
"I'm not sleeping with him, if that's what you're asking." she tried to pull her arm out of Harry's grip. There was something off about this.
Harry tugged her closer and tightened his grip, "Are you sure?"
"I would know wouldn't I? Jeeze Harry, sometimes you can be daft."
"Don't talk to me like that." He hit her hard on her cheek with back of hand causing her to drop to the floor.
Hermione was agasp. She stood, her hand over the red mark he had created.
"O my gods, Hermione, I'm so sorry." Harry said taking a step toward her.
"Don't, Harry." She took a step back.
"Hermione... I lost control... I didn't mean to... oh my gods..." Harry said and took another step forward, "Does it hurt?"
She nodded but didn't move away. He came up to her, "I am so sorry." He kissed the hand covering her cheek. Then he pressed his lips to hers and she became weak. He wrapped her up in his arms and she felt the hurt melt away.
Hermione felt Harry's hand upon her ass. He guided her over to the couch and sat her down. She thought nothing of it thinking it was just going to be another make up snog session. They kissed for a few more minutes before Harry began to unbutton Hermione's blouse. Hermione pushed his hand away and they continued to kiss. Within minutes, Harry resumed his earlier activity. Hermione pushed him away and broke contact, "Harry, I don't think I'm ready for that."
Harry looked at her, a gleam in his eye, "Hermione, I think you're too tense. Call me when your ready," He stood and walked toward the door.
Hermione watched from the couch. She couldn't just let him leave, "Harry..." She whispered, "Don't go." Harry turned back to her, "Maybe you're right... it's just... I don't want to lose you... I'm just not ready..."
*I have to make her hate him....*
"Well what about me, Hermione? What if I'm ready?" He grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. She let out a scream. "Don't scream, Hermione, it'll only hurt for a second..."
Hermione's POV
The whole breakfast, Harry kept his hand on my ass. I let him. I hadn't the faintest idea what he needed to talk to me about or why we couldn't talk about it now, but when Harry got into his mystery-mode, you just had to let him be. When breakfast was done, I told Harry we could go back to my common room to talk because Malfoy would be going to class. Whatever Harry needed to talk to me about was clearly more important than class.
Our POV
They walked into the head common room. Hermione didn't notice Harry whispering a locking spell. Hermione sat on the couch. Harry sat next to her, "I saw you talking to Malfoy earlier." Harry drawled.
"Yeah, so?" Hermione asked, "He's head boy, I'm head girl, it happens."
"Well... you were awfully close...." he said. He grabbed her arm.
"Harry, you're hurting me."
"Tell me honestly, Hermione, do you have feelings for Malfoy?"
"I'm not sleeping with him, if that's what you're asking." she tried to pull her arm out of Harry's grip. There was something off about this.
Harry tugged her closer and tightened his grip, "Are you sure?"
"I would know wouldn't I? Jeeze Harry, sometimes you can be daft."
"Don't talk to me like that." He hit her hard on her cheek with back of hand causing her to drop to the floor.
Hermione was agasp. She stood, her hand over the red mark he had created.
"O my gods, Hermione, I'm so sorry." Harry said taking a step toward her.
"Don't, Harry." She took a step back.
"Hermione... I lost control... I didn't mean to... oh my gods..." Harry said and took another step forward, "Does it hurt?"
She nodded but didn't move away. He came up to her, "I am so sorry." He kissed the hand covering her cheek. Then he pressed his lips to hers and she became weak. He wrapped her up in his arms and she felt the hurt melt away.
Hermione felt Harry's hand upon her ass. He guided her over to the couch and sat her down. She thought nothing of it thinking it was just going to be another make up snog session. They kissed for a few more minutes before Harry began to unbutton Hermione's blouse. Hermione pushed his hand away and they continued to kiss. Within minutes, Harry resumed his earlier activity. Hermione pushed him away and broke contact, "Harry, I don't think I'm ready for that."
Harry looked at her, a gleam in his eye, "Hermione, I think you're too tense. Call me when your ready," He stood and walked toward the door.
Hermione watched from the couch. She couldn't just let him leave, "Harry..." She whispered, "Don't go." Harry turned back to her, "Maybe you're right... it's just... I don't want to lose you... I'm just not ready..."
*I have to make her hate him....*
"Well what about me, Hermione? What if I'm ready?" He grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. She let out a scream. "Don't scream, Hermione, it'll only hurt for a second..."