Ch. 4
AN: I love you all more than you'll ever know for reviewing; you're all perfect angels! So I'll say *before* this chapter as well as after. . . Don't kill me. It needs plot, and I'm not straying from ship, I promise. : D
Ginny waltzed into the Griffindor Common room wit a goofy smile on her face, humming slightly to a tune she just couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Hey, Ginny," Harry said without looking up from his book, and Ron grunted his hello as well.
"Hello, you wonderful people, you!" she replied. She skipped over suddenly and kissed Harry and Ron's cheeks, and then continued to skip up to her room, only stopping to spin around in a circle.
Harry looked over slowly to an equally shocked Ron and bit his lip.
"Was that. . . Was that Ginny?" Harry asked slowly.
"It *looked* like Ginny, and it *sounded* like Ginny. . . But, but she didn't *act* like Ginny!"
That was how Hermione found them.
..:::..
"Ron? Harry?" They came out of their stupor suddenly with a scrunch of eyebrows, blinking a couple of times to refresh their previously gaping and therefore, very dry eyes.
"Oh, hey Herm. You won't believe what we just saw---Ginny came skipping in here earlier, and she was. . . She was *humming*!"
Hermione grinned, a small laugh escaping her mouth. "She was, was she?"
Ron and Harry nodded.
"Hmm. . . I'll talk to you later, alright?" With that, Hermione walked up the stairs to the girls' dormitories as well.
..:::..
"Humming, Ginny?" Hermione asked from the doorway, watching as her girlfriend chewed on her sugar quill on her bed and kicked her feet up in the air.
"Oh! Hermi-oof!" Ginny promptly fell off the bed as she realized she was being watched.
"Ginny!" Hermione laughed and watched as Ginny pouted from the floor.
She walked over and sat down next to the red head with a small smile. "You're adorable when you pout."
Ginny scrunched up her nose at 'adorable,' and was about to retort when Hermione pressed her lips to hers.
..:::..
The next day, as Hermione was just leaving Potions with Harry and Ron, who were deeply involved in a debate over what was a better prank---dung bombs or exploding snaps---a hand reached out and pulled Hermione into an alcove.
"EE-mph!" A hand promptly placed itself over her mouth.
"Granger," an unmistakably Malfoy voice started, "Don't. Scream. I need your help."
He slowly took his hand off of her mouth and turned her around.
"Oh, for God's sake, don't look so surprised. I'm not so stupid as to not ask for help when I need it," Malfoy snapped.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice drifted in from a few feet down the hall.
Hermione bit her lip for a second before slipping out of the alcove while Harry and Ron were still facing the other way.
"I'll be right back, go on without me. I---I forgot something in the potions room."
Harry and Ron looked to each other for a second.
"You want us to wait---"
"No, no. Go on ahead. I'll catch up later."
Hermione smiled and waited until they turned the corner before stepping back into the small space.
"So?" She asked, eyebrow raised.
Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I. . . I need you to kiss me."
Hermione gaped for a minute before barking out a short laugh and turning to leave.
"Wait!" Draco grabbed her arm. "Please? I, well, I need to see if I feel anything."
Hermione shook her head, confused. "Why?"
Draco blushed and mumbled something along the lines of "Mtus ink myay."
"Come again?"
"I said. . . I, well, I think I might be. . . Um. . . Gay."
Hermione was shocked for a moment before regaining her composure. She looked up at the ceiling, suddenly, and muttered to herself, "Why me, oh God, why me?"
"Because, I don't scare you."
Hermione frowned. "Yes, you truly do. Why, as a matter of fact, you're scaring me right now, so I'm just going to le-"
"I mean, I don't intimidate you. You're not the type to be scared into something.
Hermione smiled. "I guess. . . But if this gets out-"
"Please. Like I'd actually brag about kissing a mu-"
Hermione glared.
"-a Griffindor," he finished quickly.
A second skipped past and they stared at the stones on the floor awkwardly, when suddenly, Draco's lips pressed themselves against Hermione's.
..:::..
"Um. . . Do you think we could make it a little more. . . Involved? I mean, well, I don't think I can tell from just a peck on the lips," Draco said slowly.
"Um. . . Alright. Shou---Do you want me to, maybe, put my arms around you?" Hermione stuttered back.
Draco bit his lip and nodded, and then they leaned in to try again.
..:::..
Ginny was walking down the hall looking for Hermione when she bumped into Ron.
"Oh, hey Ron. Have you seen Hermione?"
Ron nodded. "Yah, she said she left something in the Potions room. She should be coming from that direction, I think."
Ginny smiled a thank you and walked on.
..:::..
Hermione blushed a little when they pulled apart that time.
"Um, should I be. . . Do you want tongue?" Hermione felt as if she should slap herself. She should be finding ways to get out of this, but instead she was trying to help him even more by offering more passionate kisses. 'Yes, it's only *helping*. You're being a Good Samaritan. You're not doing anything wrong,' she thought to herself quickly.
Draco nodded slightly. "How about we just. . . How about we just let it go by itself? I mean, well. . ."
Hermione nodded and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his neck this time. "I was ju-" She stopped herself when she looked back up at Draco, and suddenly shivers ran down her spine. 'Think of Ginny, think of Ginny, Oh hell. . .'
..;::..
Ginny was just a little way from the Potions room when she heard it---a strangled man sounded from and alcove about 5 feet in front of her. She started to walk on, deciding that it was none of her business, but just then a voice whimpered out of the quiet.
"Granger. . ."
"No," she whispered. "No, no, no, no, no. . ." She slowly walked over to it, scared to look in, but something was dragging her on. And then it was all she could do to run as fast as she could from the sight before her.
..:::..
Hermione didn't mean to. She didn't mean to feel this good. She didn't mean to be wrapped around Draco like he was a lifeline. She didn't mean to have her hands in his hair, and she most certainly didn't mean to suddenly wring out his name with a voice like. . . God, when did she get *that* voice? But Draco was doing wonderful things with his tongue, and no, no, no, this was wrong, but she wanted it so much.
She tried to imagine the white, short hair being long, red, flowing locks, tried to tell herself that she was just doing this to help him, and she found herself nearly crying.
"Draco. . ."
Draco dragged his lips down the side of her face and tried to grasp her lips again.
"Draco, no."
He backed up suddenly with hurt and question in his eyes. "Why?"
Hermione touched her lips and drew in a shaky breath. "God. . . Oh God, what have I done. . ."
Draco shook his head, confused. "Draco! I have a girlfriend, you know, who I might very well be falling in love with!"
"I'm sorry. . ."
Tears started to form in her eyes and she slid down the side of the wall. "What have I done?"
..:::..
Ginny ran. She ran as fast as she could, and she didn't stop when she bumped into the suit of armor, or when her books fell out of her hands, or when she barked out the password to the Fat Lady.
The Common Room was somewhat crowded, as dinner had just ended. So she wasn't surprised to see Fred and George joking in the corner with Angelina, Katie, and Oliver.
She pushed through the people sitting by the fireplace, and as soon as she got to the sofa she launched herself in Fred's arms and started to cry.
Fred looked over to Oliver and frowned.
"Ginny? Ginny, what's wrong? Did something happen to mom and dad?"
Ginny only sobbed harder, but managed to choke out a few words in between hiccups. "She. . . God, she didn't. . . Please, Fred, tell me she didn't do it. Please. . ."
And no one knew what to do.
..:::..
A/N: As I said, *please* don't kill me. I promise for happy endings. *g* Do you think it's to dramatic? I tried to level it out from my first draft, as well as explain some things. Tell me what you think! (please!)
Lots of love,
Andi
AN: I love you all more than you'll ever know for reviewing; you're all perfect angels! So I'll say *before* this chapter as well as after. . . Don't kill me. It needs plot, and I'm not straying from ship, I promise. : D
Ginny waltzed into the Griffindor Common room wit a goofy smile on her face, humming slightly to a tune she just couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Hey, Ginny," Harry said without looking up from his book, and Ron grunted his hello as well.
"Hello, you wonderful people, you!" she replied. She skipped over suddenly and kissed Harry and Ron's cheeks, and then continued to skip up to her room, only stopping to spin around in a circle.
Harry looked over slowly to an equally shocked Ron and bit his lip.
"Was that. . . Was that Ginny?" Harry asked slowly.
"It *looked* like Ginny, and it *sounded* like Ginny. . . But, but she didn't *act* like Ginny!"
That was how Hermione found them.
..:::..
"Ron? Harry?" They came out of their stupor suddenly with a scrunch of eyebrows, blinking a couple of times to refresh their previously gaping and therefore, very dry eyes.
"Oh, hey Herm. You won't believe what we just saw---Ginny came skipping in here earlier, and she was. . . She was *humming*!"
Hermione grinned, a small laugh escaping her mouth. "She was, was she?"
Ron and Harry nodded.
"Hmm. . . I'll talk to you later, alright?" With that, Hermione walked up the stairs to the girls' dormitories as well.
..:::..
"Humming, Ginny?" Hermione asked from the doorway, watching as her girlfriend chewed on her sugar quill on her bed and kicked her feet up in the air.
"Oh! Hermi-oof!" Ginny promptly fell off the bed as she realized she was being watched.
"Ginny!" Hermione laughed and watched as Ginny pouted from the floor.
She walked over and sat down next to the red head with a small smile. "You're adorable when you pout."
Ginny scrunched up her nose at 'adorable,' and was about to retort when Hermione pressed her lips to hers.
..:::..
The next day, as Hermione was just leaving Potions with Harry and Ron, who were deeply involved in a debate over what was a better prank---dung bombs or exploding snaps---a hand reached out and pulled Hermione into an alcove.
"EE-mph!" A hand promptly placed itself over her mouth.
"Granger," an unmistakably Malfoy voice started, "Don't. Scream. I need your help."
He slowly took his hand off of her mouth and turned her around.
"Oh, for God's sake, don't look so surprised. I'm not so stupid as to not ask for help when I need it," Malfoy snapped.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice drifted in from a few feet down the hall.
Hermione bit her lip for a second before slipping out of the alcove while Harry and Ron were still facing the other way.
"I'll be right back, go on without me. I---I forgot something in the potions room."
Harry and Ron looked to each other for a second.
"You want us to wait---"
"No, no. Go on ahead. I'll catch up later."
Hermione smiled and waited until they turned the corner before stepping back into the small space.
"So?" She asked, eyebrow raised.
Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"I. . . I need you to kiss me."
Hermione gaped for a minute before barking out a short laugh and turning to leave.
"Wait!" Draco grabbed her arm. "Please? I, well, I need to see if I feel anything."
Hermione shook her head, confused. "Why?"
Draco blushed and mumbled something along the lines of "Mtus ink myay."
"Come again?"
"I said. . . I, well, I think I might be. . . Um. . . Gay."
Hermione was shocked for a moment before regaining her composure. She looked up at the ceiling, suddenly, and muttered to herself, "Why me, oh God, why me?"
"Because, I don't scare you."
Hermione frowned. "Yes, you truly do. Why, as a matter of fact, you're scaring me right now, so I'm just going to le-"
"I mean, I don't intimidate you. You're not the type to be scared into something.
Hermione smiled. "I guess. . . But if this gets out-"
"Please. Like I'd actually brag about kissing a mu-"
Hermione glared.
"-a Griffindor," he finished quickly.
A second skipped past and they stared at the stones on the floor awkwardly, when suddenly, Draco's lips pressed themselves against Hermione's.
..:::..
"Um. . . Do you think we could make it a little more. . . Involved? I mean, well, I don't think I can tell from just a peck on the lips," Draco said slowly.
"Um. . . Alright. Shou---Do you want me to, maybe, put my arms around you?" Hermione stuttered back.
Draco bit his lip and nodded, and then they leaned in to try again.
..:::..
Ginny was walking down the hall looking for Hermione when she bumped into Ron.
"Oh, hey Ron. Have you seen Hermione?"
Ron nodded. "Yah, she said she left something in the Potions room. She should be coming from that direction, I think."
Ginny smiled a thank you and walked on.
..:::..
Hermione blushed a little when they pulled apart that time.
"Um, should I be. . . Do you want tongue?" Hermione felt as if she should slap herself. She should be finding ways to get out of this, but instead she was trying to help him even more by offering more passionate kisses. 'Yes, it's only *helping*. You're being a Good Samaritan. You're not doing anything wrong,' she thought to herself quickly.
Draco nodded slightly. "How about we just. . . How about we just let it go by itself? I mean, well. . ."
Hermione nodded and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his neck this time. "I was ju-" She stopped herself when she looked back up at Draco, and suddenly shivers ran down her spine. 'Think of Ginny, think of Ginny, Oh hell. . .'
..;::..
Ginny was just a little way from the Potions room when she heard it---a strangled man sounded from and alcove about 5 feet in front of her. She started to walk on, deciding that it was none of her business, but just then a voice whimpered out of the quiet.
"Granger. . ."
"No," she whispered. "No, no, no, no, no. . ." She slowly walked over to it, scared to look in, but something was dragging her on. And then it was all she could do to run as fast as she could from the sight before her.
..:::..
Hermione didn't mean to. She didn't mean to feel this good. She didn't mean to be wrapped around Draco like he was a lifeline. She didn't mean to have her hands in his hair, and she most certainly didn't mean to suddenly wring out his name with a voice like. . . God, when did she get *that* voice? But Draco was doing wonderful things with his tongue, and no, no, no, this was wrong, but she wanted it so much.
She tried to imagine the white, short hair being long, red, flowing locks, tried to tell herself that she was just doing this to help him, and she found herself nearly crying.
"Draco. . ."
Draco dragged his lips down the side of her face and tried to grasp her lips again.
"Draco, no."
He backed up suddenly with hurt and question in his eyes. "Why?"
Hermione touched her lips and drew in a shaky breath. "God. . . Oh God, what have I done. . ."
Draco shook his head, confused. "Draco! I have a girlfriend, you know, who I might very well be falling in love with!"
"I'm sorry. . ."
Tears started to form in her eyes and she slid down the side of the wall. "What have I done?"
..:::..
Ginny ran. She ran as fast as she could, and she didn't stop when she bumped into the suit of armor, or when her books fell out of her hands, or when she barked out the password to the Fat Lady.
The Common Room was somewhat crowded, as dinner had just ended. So she wasn't surprised to see Fred and George joking in the corner with Angelina, Katie, and Oliver.
She pushed through the people sitting by the fireplace, and as soon as she got to the sofa she launched herself in Fred's arms and started to cry.
Fred looked over to Oliver and frowned.
"Ginny? Ginny, what's wrong? Did something happen to mom and dad?"
Ginny only sobbed harder, but managed to choke out a few words in between hiccups. "She. . . God, she didn't. . . Please, Fred, tell me she didn't do it. Please. . ."
And no one knew what to do.
..:::..
A/N: As I said, *please* don't kill me. I promise for happy endings. *g* Do you think it's to dramatic? I tried to level it out from my first draft, as well as explain some things. Tell me what you think! (please!)
Lots of love,
Andi