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A/N: Ok, well, I feel like crap. Sorry if my story gets a little depressing during the next few weeks. I'm going through a really rough time, and this is how I deal with it. I write when I'm really happy, except when there's a guy involved. Which is part of the reason why I've been so busy, but now the guy is out of the picture and I feel like crap, and the only thing that makes me feel better is writing. So hopefully I'll get back into it. Read, enjoy, review, and please no flames.
"Hermione?"
Slowly she turned. Her heart racing. Inwardly she preyed that it wasn't Harry. Anyone but Harry. Her eyes had been squinted shut, and now she cautiously opened them. It was only Ron. She no longer felt panic and relaxed.
"Oh, thank goodness, it's only you Ron." Hermione sighed with relief.
"Of course it's me. Who else did you think it would be?" Ron smiled.
"Well, there are certain people I'm avoiding at the moment." Hermione looked in the direction in which she had last seen Harry.
"Oh, I see. You thought I was Harry." Ron nodded.
"Yeah. Sorry, it's just that things have been kind of weird lately, and they just got weirder." Hermione apologized.
"Oh yeah, you two still mad over the fight you had?" Ron asked.
"Well, there is that, but there's also something else. I can't talk about it here though. Something happened earlier today. I shouldn't even be here alone. I'll tell you about it later tonight at dinner, but don't breathe a word to anyone Ron. I can't stay. I really should be going before nightfall." Hermione became a bit skittish.
"Are you ok? Should I walk you back to your room or something? You look frightened?" Ron became concerned for his dear friend.
"If its not too much trouble, I do think I'd like you to walk me back. I'll tell you all about it on the way." Hermione smiled gratefully.
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On their way to the Prefect's common room Hermione explained the whole situation to Ron. Ron being concerned and worried for her decided to stay a while and discuss the matter a little more with Hermione and Draco.
"And Dumbledore is letting you sleep and live in his room?" Ron exclaimed in what seemed disbelief mixed in with a little fury.
"Yes, he thinks it would be best for my safety." Hermione replied.
"And do you even have a spare bed? Because if you think that she is going to sleep in the same bed as you, you are seriously mistaken. I won't have it. Not with Hermione. You may have had half the school in that bed with you already, actually it wouldn't surprise me one bit if you have, but that's beside the point. Hermione is not sleeping in the same bed as you." Ron firmly and strictly stated as he glared in Draco's direction.
"She is sleeping in the same bed as me, it's not like I'm going to rape her." Draco growled.
"Did you not hear what I said? She is not sleeping in that bed! Hermione talk to him! Do you want to sleep in a bed that's probably had a million other girls in it?" Ron yelled.
"Ron, Draco isn't like that! I'm sure he hasn't had that many girls in his bed, and even if he did, so what? It doesn't matter. I'm not going to sleep with him. You know I'm not like that. And you questioning me like this shows that you don't really trust and respect me." Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
Ron and Draco began to argue, but she tuned them out. She began to think, what if he really had had all those girls in his bed? What if she was just another conquest? Similar thoughts raced through her head and toyed with her. Yet the sound of two male voices screaming at the top of their lungs drew her out of her thoughts and back into reality.
Draco and Ron were still arguing about silly matters. Hermione's head began to throb and instantly she knew that it was going to be a long night. So she got up, pulled a pair of her flannel pants and a tank top out of Draco's closet, and went into the bathroom.
The boys hadn't even realized that she had left until they heard the slam of the bathroom door and the clicking sound of the lock. Hermione shed her robes and slid into the warm water. She leaned over to her robes and pulled out her wand, and giving it a slight wave, she heard soft and soothing music playing, and the scent of fresh oranges filled her nose.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As she exited the bathroom feeling fresh and relaxed, she noticed that the noises she had been trying to escape had now stopped. Ron was no where to be seen, and she could see Draco in his room.
Slowly she approached him. He heard her coming and turned around. He smiled slightly and stepped aside to let her enter, and Damien pushed in between them and made his way for the common room.
"Sorry about earlier. I'll try not to get into arguments with your best friend." Draco apologized as he looked down at his feet.
"I'm sorry too. I'll try not to run away every time things get awkward." She sighed.
"Ok, I'm going to go change, and then I'm going to go to bed." Draco announced.
"Sure." Hermione nodded.
She watched as he walked off towards the bathroom. Then she turned and walked over to his bed. She stared down at it and studied it again. It didn't look as friendly as it did before. The little snakes all over it looked at her, and felt for a moment that they were real. They stared at her, mocking her.
She thought about what Ron had said earlier. He mentioned that there had probably been numerous other girls in his bed before. She wondered if it was true? How many girls had spent nights in his bed? How many of those many girls did he even care for? Did he remember their names? Did they mean anything to him the next morning? Or did he take their virginity and leave them?
These thoughts disturbed her. How long would she last with him? Did he truly care about her? She didn't know. And all her thoughts were eating at her. They thirsted for answers, but she wouldn't dare find them. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Hey." Draco walked through the door and smiled at her.
Hermione froze. He was gorgeous. He wore only a pair of flannel pants, and she knew they probably wouldn't still be on when she woke up in the morning. He was shirtless, and Hermione had always known that he was well muscled, but she didn't know he was this buff. And his hair, it was wet, and he looked so sexy! But then she remembered what she had been thinking about and she stopped staring at him.
"Like what you see?" Draco smirked.
"Not really." She lied as she crawled into his bed, which no longer seemed welcoming.
"You know you want me." He teased.
A/N: So. good? I hope so. If not I'm sorry. I tried. Review please.
A/N: Ok, well, I feel like crap. Sorry if my story gets a little depressing during the next few weeks. I'm going through a really rough time, and this is how I deal with it. I write when I'm really happy, except when there's a guy involved. Which is part of the reason why I've been so busy, but now the guy is out of the picture and I feel like crap, and the only thing that makes me feel better is writing. So hopefully I'll get back into it. Read, enjoy, review, and please no flames.
"Hermione?"
Slowly she turned. Her heart racing. Inwardly she preyed that it wasn't Harry. Anyone but Harry. Her eyes had been squinted shut, and now she cautiously opened them. It was only Ron. She no longer felt panic and relaxed.
"Oh, thank goodness, it's only you Ron." Hermione sighed with relief.
"Of course it's me. Who else did you think it would be?" Ron smiled.
"Well, there are certain people I'm avoiding at the moment." Hermione looked in the direction in which she had last seen Harry.
"Oh, I see. You thought I was Harry." Ron nodded.
"Yeah. Sorry, it's just that things have been kind of weird lately, and they just got weirder." Hermione apologized.
"Oh yeah, you two still mad over the fight you had?" Ron asked.
"Well, there is that, but there's also something else. I can't talk about it here though. Something happened earlier today. I shouldn't even be here alone. I'll tell you about it later tonight at dinner, but don't breathe a word to anyone Ron. I can't stay. I really should be going before nightfall." Hermione became a bit skittish.
"Are you ok? Should I walk you back to your room or something? You look frightened?" Ron became concerned for his dear friend.
"If its not too much trouble, I do think I'd like you to walk me back. I'll tell you all about it on the way." Hermione smiled gratefully.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On their way to the Prefect's common room Hermione explained the whole situation to Ron. Ron being concerned and worried for her decided to stay a while and discuss the matter a little more with Hermione and Draco.
"And Dumbledore is letting you sleep and live in his room?" Ron exclaimed in what seemed disbelief mixed in with a little fury.
"Yes, he thinks it would be best for my safety." Hermione replied.
"And do you even have a spare bed? Because if you think that she is going to sleep in the same bed as you, you are seriously mistaken. I won't have it. Not with Hermione. You may have had half the school in that bed with you already, actually it wouldn't surprise me one bit if you have, but that's beside the point. Hermione is not sleeping in the same bed as you." Ron firmly and strictly stated as he glared in Draco's direction.
"She is sleeping in the same bed as me, it's not like I'm going to rape her." Draco growled.
"Did you not hear what I said? She is not sleeping in that bed! Hermione talk to him! Do you want to sleep in a bed that's probably had a million other girls in it?" Ron yelled.
"Ron, Draco isn't like that! I'm sure he hasn't had that many girls in his bed, and even if he did, so what? It doesn't matter. I'm not going to sleep with him. You know I'm not like that. And you questioning me like this shows that you don't really trust and respect me." Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
Ron and Draco began to argue, but she tuned them out. She began to think, what if he really had had all those girls in his bed? What if she was just another conquest? Similar thoughts raced through her head and toyed with her. Yet the sound of two male voices screaming at the top of their lungs drew her out of her thoughts and back into reality.
Draco and Ron were still arguing about silly matters. Hermione's head began to throb and instantly she knew that it was going to be a long night. So she got up, pulled a pair of her flannel pants and a tank top out of Draco's closet, and went into the bathroom.
The boys hadn't even realized that she had left until they heard the slam of the bathroom door and the clicking sound of the lock. Hermione shed her robes and slid into the warm water. She leaned over to her robes and pulled out her wand, and giving it a slight wave, she heard soft and soothing music playing, and the scent of fresh oranges filled her nose.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
As she exited the bathroom feeling fresh and relaxed, she noticed that the noises she had been trying to escape had now stopped. Ron was no where to be seen, and she could see Draco in his room.
Slowly she approached him. He heard her coming and turned around. He smiled slightly and stepped aside to let her enter, and Damien pushed in between them and made his way for the common room.
"Sorry about earlier. I'll try not to get into arguments with your best friend." Draco apologized as he looked down at his feet.
"I'm sorry too. I'll try not to run away every time things get awkward." She sighed.
"Ok, I'm going to go change, and then I'm going to go to bed." Draco announced.
"Sure." Hermione nodded.
She watched as he walked off towards the bathroom. Then she turned and walked over to his bed. She stared down at it and studied it again. It didn't look as friendly as it did before. The little snakes all over it looked at her, and felt for a moment that they were real. They stared at her, mocking her.
She thought about what Ron had said earlier. He mentioned that there had probably been numerous other girls in his bed before. She wondered if it was true? How many girls had spent nights in his bed? How many of those many girls did he even care for? Did he remember their names? Did they mean anything to him the next morning? Or did he take their virginity and leave them?
These thoughts disturbed her. How long would she last with him? Did he truly care about her? She didn't know. And all her thoughts were eating at her. They thirsted for answers, but she wouldn't dare find them. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
"Hey." Draco walked through the door and smiled at her.
Hermione froze. He was gorgeous. He wore only a pair of flannel pants, and she knew they probably wouldn't still be on when she woke up in the morning. He was shirtless, and Hermione had always known that he was well muscled, but she didn't know he was this buff. And his hair, it was wet, and he looked so sexy! But then she remembered what she had been thinking about and she stopped staring at him.
"Like what you see?" Draco smirked.
"Not really." She lied as she crawled into his bed, which no longer seemed welcoming.
"You know you want me." He teased.
A/N: So. good? I hope so. If not I'm sorry. I tried. Review please.