Harry sat with Ron in Gryffindor common room the next morning. He was aware
that Ron was talking but he didn't have the faintest clue of what it was he
was talking about, or how long he had been talking for.
"Harry!" Ron blurted out noticing his best friend's lack of interest.
Harry jumped and gave his best friend a startled look.
"What??" Harry muttered slightly defensively.
"Have you heard one thing I've said at all?"
"Umm." Harry stammered not wanting to make it look like he hadn't been paying attention.
"No. You haven't. My God man, will get your head out of the gutter. And Hermione for just 5 minutes!?"
Harry looked up in alarm.
"Ron, mate, what do you-I mean-I don't even- "
Ron laughed, cutting Harry off mid babble.
"Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't born yesterday, I do see how you look at her these days."
Harry gulped.
"I'm really sorry, mate."
Ron smiled. True, he at one time, did, have a massive crush on Hermione, but that had died out a long time ago.
"What for? Go for it, mate. I wont be standing in your way. I have. other preoccupations these days," he said glancing at Parvati.
Hermione walked into her room and flopped on the bed.
"Very graceful, Hermione" a voice said. Leaping up she saw the head of Lucius on the fire.
"Bloody hell, Lucius, you could have warned me!" she yelled accusingly. Lucius simply raised an eyebrow in return.
"I trust everything is going according to plan?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"If you doubted my abilities then why ask me to do this, " she questioned through clenched teeth. Lucius laughed.
"Right answer," he said and disappeared with a pop. Hermione groaned. Leave it to Lucius to be cryptic.
Draco chose that exact moment to burst in.
"From the look on your face you just had a visit from daddy dearest," he commented.
Hermione nodded.
"It's so bloody annoying, you'd think I was some imbecile who couldn't do her job!"
Draco leaned against the wall, smirking at her outburst.
"Just so you know, I have absolute faith in your abilities in the art of seduction," he smirked. Hermione responded by throwing a book at him.
"Smart ass," she grinned at him.
"Sexy smart ass," he countered grinning
She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a scratching sound at her entrance portrait.
"Hermione?" a voice questioned. Harry's voice!
"Hide!" Hermione hissed, pushing Draco into the bathroom.
She quickly composed herself and opened the portrait. "Hi, Harry."
Harry stepped into the room.
"Is this a bad time? It's just, you look a little. flustered." Hermione gave a fake laugh.
"No! Not at all, just a little stressed over work," she said, shakily running her hand through her hair.
"Ok, well, I'll leave you to it then." Harry replied looking somewhat confused. Hermione gulped and nodded.
"Bye, Harry," she whispered to the retreating figure.
The bathroom door flung open causing Hermione to jump.
"You like him," he said to her. Hermione didn't respond.
"You like Harry friggin Potter!" he repeated, frustration creeping into his voice, along with a hint of anger.
"Draco I." she stuttered.
"Do you remember what you said to me this summer?!" he asked, frustrated and angry at her betrayl "Do you have any pride!?" he snarled.
He grabbed her arm and ribbed off the fabric to reveal the dark mark on her arm, the mark the matched the one etched on his arm.
"Does this mean anything to you?!" he hissed.
"Yes." Hermione whispered, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Draco let go of her arm.
"I swear, Hermione, if you muck this up-" he stopped too angry to go on.
"I wont," she cut in. "I swear that to you Draco, I wont."
Draco looked at her for a moment.
"That better be the truth, Hermione." With one last glare at her he strode out of the room.
A/N: well, that's it. What did you all think? Let me know be nice and leave a review.
"Harry!" Ron blurted out noticing his best friend's lack of interest.
Harry jumped and gave his best friend a startled look.
"What??" Harry muttered slightly defensively.
"Have you heard one thing I've said at all?"
"Umm." Harry stammered not wanting to make it look like he hadn't been paying attention.
"No. You haven't. My God man, will get your head out of the gutter. And Hermione for just 5 minutes!?"
Harry looked up in alarm.
"Ron, mate, what do you-I mean-I don't even- "
Ron laughed, cutting Harry off mid babble.
"Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't born yesterday, I do see how you look at her these days."
Harry gulped.
"I'm really sorry, mate."
Ron smiled. True, he at one time, did, have a massive crush on Hermione, but that had died out a long time ago.
"What for? Go for it, mate. I wont be standing in your way. I have. other preoccupations these days," he said glancing at Parvati.
Hermione walked into her room and flopped on the bed.
"Very graceful, Hermione" a voice said. Leaping up she saw the head of Lucius on the fire.
"Bloody hell, Lucius, you could have warned me!" she yelled accusingly. Lucius simply raised an eyebrow in return.
"I trust everything is going according to plan?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes.
"If you doubted my abilities then why ask me to do this, " she questioned through clenched teeth. Lucius laughed.
"Right answer," he said and disappeared with a pop. Hermione groaned. Leave it to Lucius to be cryptic.
Draco chose that exact moment to burst in.
"From the look on your face you just had a visit from daddy dearest," he commented.
Hermione nodded.
"It's so bloody annoying, you'd think I was some imbecile who couldn't do her job!"
Draco leaned against the wall, smirking at her outburst.
"Just so you know, I have absolute faith in your abilities in the art of seduction," he smirked. Hermione responded by throwing a book at him.
"Smart ass," she grinned at him.
"Sexy smart ass," he countered grinning
She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a scratching sound at her entrance portrait.
"Hermione?" a voice questioned. Harry's voice!
"Hide!" Hermione hissed, pushing Draco into the bathroom.
She quickly composed herself and opened the portrait. "Hi, Harry."
Harry stepped into the room.
"Is this a bad time? It's just, you look a little. flustered." Hermione gave a fake laugh.
"No! Not at all, just a little stressed over work," she said, shakily running her hand through her hair.
"Ok, well, I'll leave you to it then." Harry replied looking somewhat confused. Hermione gulped and nodded.
"Bye, Harry," she whispered to the retreating figure.
The bathroom door flung open causing Hermione to jump.
"You like him," he said to her. Hermione didn't respond.
"You like Harry friggin Potter!" he repeated, frustration creeping into his voice, along with a hint of anger.
"Draco I." she stuttered.
"Do you remember what you said to me this summer?!" he asked, frustrated and angry at her betrayl "Do you have any pride!?" he snarled.
He grabbed her arm and ribbed off the fabric to reveal the dark mark on her arm, the mark the matched the one etched on his arm.
"Does this mean anything to you?!" he hissed.
"Yes." Hermione whispered, tears coursing down her cheeks.
Draco let go of her arm.
"I swear, Hermione, if you muck this up-" he stopped too angry to go on.
"I wont," she cut in. "I swear that to you Draco, I wont."
Draco looked at her for a moment.
"That better be the truth, Hermione." With one last glare at her he strode out of the room.
A/N: well, that's it. What did you all think? Let me know be nice and leave a review.