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Chapter Five: Game Over
"What?"
"I - I'm joking!"
"You seemed serious enough!"
"How serious?"
"You leaned in to kiss me!"
"It was a joke!"
"Well, fucking hilarious! Ha ha-fuckity-ha ha!"
Hermione slammed the common-room door, and leaned against it. Draco Malfoy had just asked her to kiss him. He had leaned in to kiss her. If it was a joke like he said it was then he definitely had a shocking sense of humour. Now, if it was possible, Hermione was more confused than ever. There was only one person who could help her in this situation.
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"Ginny Weasley, open this door right now or I will -,"
"Hello, Hermione," said Ginny, through the small crack in the door.
"What are you doing?" said Hermione.
"Er - nothing," said Ginny quickly.
"Then open the door all the way," ordered Hermione.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I - I have a - germs and if you were to inhale the germs then -," but Hermione was too quick for her, and she pushed open the all the way. "Helloo - is anyone in here?" She looked at Ginny. "Why were you shielding me from your room?" And then she saw them. "'Nude Dudes In L.A.?'"
If it was possible Ginny's face went ten times brighter than her hair, and Hermione had to steady herself on the doorway to keep herself from falling over she was laughing so hard. "Ginny Weasley, are you or are you not reading pornos?"
"Shut up," snapped Ginny.
"Can I come in?"
"Do you have a good reason?"
"Malfoy tried to kiss me."
"Ah - why didn't you say so? Come in."
Hermione stepped into her room, and grinned at another magazine, 'Hot Man's Manhood In The Flesh.'
Ginny fell back onto her bed. "Malfoy?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
Hermione nodded, her good mood slowly fading away. "Yep. Stupid barstard."
"You should find it flattering," said Ginny.
"What!" screamed Hermione. "Why did I come to you for advice?"
"Well, he is very good looking," said Ginny.
"Yah - but we hate him!"
"You know that line ... 'there's a fine line between love and hate.'"
"Oh, shut up, Ginny. I'm far from loving Malfoy," said Hermione angrily.
Hermione flopped down on the floor, lying on her back. "I hate him."
Ginny jumped off her bed and lay down next to her. "I know you do. How did this all start again anyway?"
Hermione proceeded to tell her about the war, the Truth or Dare, Ron, the insults, and finally the almost-kiss. Ginny looked at her, and all she could say was, "Ugh - Ron and Lavender?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do, Ginny? How the hell did I get into this mess? How the hell can I get out?"
"Ooh! Ooh! I know! Kill him!" said Ginny.
Hermione laughed. "Get me a knife."
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Hermione sat in her bed comfortably, reading a book. She trailed her finger over the lines, taking in every word. That was until she realised someone was knocking on her bedroom door. "Oh, I wonder who that could be," she muttered. "Go away, Malfoy!" she yelled.
"I can't," said Draco.
"Why not?"
"Because I need to talk to you," he said.
"Fuck off!"
"That's not talking."
"That's about a quarter of your vocabulary."
"Let me in."
"No."
"I'll sing."
"You can't sing."
"Well, we'll see won't we?"
"Fine, but this is the last time ..."
The door opened and Draco stepped in. He didn't sit down, he just stood there with his arms crossed. "Hello."
"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy."
"I was just being polite."
"Well, don't. It doesn't suit your personality," said Hermione.
"Sorry for trying to suck face with you this afternoon," said Draco.
Hermione almost laughed. "That's quite all right. Oh, you can go now."
"I have one more thing to say."
"Is it 'I'm a masturbating prick?'" Hermione asked.
"Er - no. I want to propose Truth or Dare again."
This time Hermione allowed herself to laugh. "No."
Draco raised his eyebrows. "That's it? That's all you have to say?"
Hermione nodded.
"Oh, come on. You've got to admit life was a tad more interesting when we were playing our game. Besides, I'm very interested to hear what you and Weasley have planned for me. Come on, Granger."
Hermione smiled at him and shook her head. Draco sighed and left her room, banging her door shut. Hermione smirked at the closed door, and returned to her book. Now he was going to know how it felt to be toyed with.