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here's Chapter Five
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Five: Heard It Through the Grapevine *~*~*
"What? No, Hermione! I'd never do that to you. I can't believe you think I'd do something as bad as take advantage of you like that! God!" Draco said defending himself.
"Well it makes perfect sense!" Hermione retorted.
"How?" Draco snapped, knowing full-well why it did make sense.
"Well for starters, you never said anything even remotely nice to me for six years. Second, we shouldn't even be friends, let alone a couple. And lastly, how can you prove that you didn't set me up?" she argued.
"You're right. That makes perfect sense, except for one thing."
"And what might that be?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Do you think that the old Draco could live with himself after he fucked a Muggle-born?"
After staring at the ceiling for what seemed like ages, a single tear dropped from her eye and landed on the pillow. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I'm so sorry," she mumbled.
"It's okay, baby. Shh..." he said as he placed her head on his chest and wrapped his muscular arms around her shaking body and held her until she fell asleep, and long after that.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Hermione awoke the next morning, she looked to the side and saw Draco sleeping, his bare chest rising and settling slowly with each breath.
She looked at the clock and slowly crawled out of bed and put a T-Shirt on. Pulling out clean robes from her trunk and grabbing her toiletries bag, she left her room to take a bath.
When she was finished, Draco had already woken up. She found him in the common room wearing his boxers, finishing some homework.
"Herm, I'm sorry for making it sound like I set you up last night. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that I heard those rumors and I-"
"What kind of rumors?" she asked sharply.
"Well, I overheard Lucius saying to someone that one of his sources found out you were sleeping with professors to get better grades and to find out what was coming up in classes so you'd look better than everyone else, but I never believed it. You're not like that," Draco said.
"Yeah, well, now you know the truth," Hermione said.
"Yeah, I do. And I love you."
"No you don't."
"How would you know what I feel, huh? Prove to me that I'm not in love with you, then I'll leave you alone," Draco bargained.
"No, you'll leave me alone now, because I'm going to Dumbledore and asking for a different room assignment."
"No! You can't!" Draco screamed in shock.
"Oh really? Why not? Because you love me and you're sorry? Prove it!" she shouted back.
"You want proof? Fine! I loved you enough to lose my virginity, but I guess waiting for the one you truly love doesn't matter now, does it? So you can go get a different room and have a nice life!" He yelled and started walking towards his room.
"Y- You lost y- your virginity t- to... me?" Hermione asked in confusion, gaping at Draco.
"Yeah, but you don't care though, do you?" he shot at her as he slammed his door.
'I had no idea he was a virgin... Well, I better get to breakfast and talk to McGonagall or Dumbledore,' she thought.
On her way to the Great Hall, she met up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "You guys will never believe what happened last night," Hermione said excitedly.
"What, did you fuck Malfoy?" Ron asked sarcastically.
When her only response was silence and a budding smile, Ron retorted with a gagging noise, laughed, and smiled at her.
"Actually... yeah. Did you guys know he was a virgin?" She asked the trio.
"Oh my God, he was?" Ginny asked.
"Yup... and you wouldn't have known it either!" she said smiling.
"Over share!" Harry said shaking his head furiously, ridding himself of the mental image popping into his head, making the rest of the group laugh hysterically.
As the entered the Great Hall, Hermione said she had to speak to Dumbledore, so she separated from the group and headed up the Staff Table.
"Professor Dumbledore? May I speak to you please?" Hermione asked politely.
"One moment please, Miss Granger," he responded. After he said something to Professor Flitwick, he motioned for her to follow him into the small room behind the hall.
"Now, how may I be of service to you?" he asked.
"I was wondering if I could possibly have a new room assignment. I don't think it's best if I continue living with Mr. Malfoy. We don't get along very well," she said calmly.
"That can be arranged. If you would like, there are two options. You may have a small private tower near the North Tower, or you could reclaim your place in the Gryffindor Tower. The choice is yours, and you may give your answer to Professor McGonagall later after you've weighed your options," he explained.
"Thank you very much, Professor. I will be sure to do that," she said with a smile as she left the room.
When she was walking back to the Gryffindor table, she stole a glance at Draco and noticed that he was watching her, with great sadness in his eyes. She had hurt him without knowing it.
Back at the table, as soon as she sat down, Harry asked, "Why'd you have to talk to Dumbledore?"
"I'm moving back into Gryffindor Tower," she said, shaking slightly.
"Why? Not that I'm sad about it or anything. But weren't you happy in the Head Tower?" Ginny questioned.
"Well, Draco and I got in a huge fight about something last night, and I just think we'd both be better off if I moved out. So anyways, Harry, Ron, do you guys know of any rumors about me that were going around school?" she asked patiently.
"What, the one about you fucking Sn-" Ron said, but was cut off by Harry.
"Um... no... We have no idea about any rumors. Do we Ron?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, elbowing Ron in the side.
"Nope... haven't heard any rumors here," Ron said, his eyes watering.
"You guys, just tell me if there are any rumors!" Hermione begged.
"Alright. There's one about you sleeping with Snape and one about something with a broomstick, but we won't go there," Harry confessed.
"Why didn't you guys tell me? I mean, I had to find out from some stupid remark Draco made last night in bed!" Hermione whispered shrilly.
"Well, we knew they weren't true so we never thought about them," Ron explained.
"And we knew you'd flip out if you heard," Harry said.
"For future reference, tell me when there are rumors about me, okay?"
"Sure," Harry agreed.
"Okay. Whatever," Ron concurred.
"Well, we better get to Potions. I just hope Draco doesn't say anything," Hermione muttered quietly as the exited the Great Hall.
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Five: Heard It Through the Grapevine *~*~*
"What? No, Hermione! I'd never do that to you. I can't believe you think I'd do something as bad as take advantage of you like that! God!" Draco said defending himself.
"Well it makes perfect sense!" Hermione retorted.
"How?" Draco snapped, knowing full-well why it did make sense.
"Well for starters, you never said anything even remotely nice to me for six years. Second, we shouldn't even be friends, let alone a couple. And lastly, how can you prove that you didn't set me up?" she argued.
"You're right. That makes perfect sense, except for one thing."
"And what might that be?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Do you think that the old Draco could live with himself after he fucked a Muggle-born?"
After staring at the ceiling for what seemed like ages, a single tear dropped from her eye and landed on the pillow. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I'm so sorry," she mumbled.
"It's okay, baby. Shh..." he said as he placed her head on his chest and wrapped his muscular arms around her shaking body and held her until she fell asleep, and long after that.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Hermione awoke the next morning, she looked to the side and saw Draco sleeping, his bare chest rising and settling slowly with each breath.
She looked at the clock and slowly crawled out of bed and put a T-Shirt on. Pulling out clean robes from her trunk and grabbing her toiletries bag, she left her room to take a bath.
When she was finished, Draco had already woken up. She found him in the common room wearing his boxers, finishing some homework.
"Herm, I'm sorry for making it sound like I set you up last night. I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that I heard those rumors and I-"
"What kind of rumors?" she asked sharply.
"Well, I overheard Lucius saying to someone that one of his sources found out you were sleeping with professors to get better grades and to find out what was coming up in classes so you'd look better than everyone else, but I never believed it. You're not like that," Draco said.
"Yeah, well, now you know the truth," Hermione said.
"Yeah, I do. And I love you."
"No you don't."
"How would you know what I feel, huh? Prove to me that I'm not in love with you, then I'll leave you alone," Draco bargained.
"No, you'll leave me alone now, because I'm going to Dumbledore and asking for a different room assignment."
"No! You can't!" Draco screamed in shock.
"Oh really? Why not? Because you love me and you're sorry? Prove it!" she shouted back.
"You want proof? Fine! I loved you enough to lose my virginity, but I guess waiting for the one you truly love doesn't matter now, does it? So you can go get a different room and have a nice life!" He yelled and started walking towards his room.
"Y- You lost y- your virginity t- to... me?" Hermione asked in confusion, gaping at Draco.
"Yeah, but you don't care though, do you?" he shot at her as he slammed his door.
'I had no idea he was a virgin... Well, I better get to breakfast and talk to McGonagall or Dumbledore,' she thought.
On her way to the Great Hall, she met up with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "You guys will never believe what happened last night," Hermione said excitedly.
"What, did you fuck Malfoy?" Ron asked sarcastically.
When her only response was silence and a budding smile, Ron retorted with a gagging noise, laughed, and smiled at her.
"Actually... yeah. Did you guys know he was a virgin?" She asked the trio.
"Oh my God, he was?" Ginny asked.
"Yup... and you wouldn't have known it either!" she said smiling.
"Over share!" Harry said shaking his head furiously, ridding himself of the mental image popping into his head, making the rest of the group laugh hysterically.
As the entered the Great Hall, Hermione said she had to speak to Dumbledore, so she separated from the group and headed up the Staff Table.
"Professor Dumbledore? May I speak to you please?" Hermione asked politely.
"One moment please, Miss Granger," he responded. After he said something to Professor Flitwick, he motioned for her to follow him into the small room behind the hall.
"Now, how may I be of service to you?" he asked.
"I was wondering if I could possibly have a new room assignment. I don't think it's best if I continue living with Mr. Malfoy. We don't get along very well," she said calmly.
"That can be arranged. If you would like, there are two options. You may have a small private tower near the North Tower, or you could reclaim your place in the Gryffindor Tower. The choice is yours, and you may give your answer to Professor McGonagall later after you've weighed your options," he explained.
"Thank you very much, Professor. I will be sure to do that," she said with a smile as she left the room.
When she was walking back to the Gryffindor table, she stole a glance at Draco and noticed that he was watching her, with great sadness in his eyes. She had hurt him without knowing it.
Back at the table, as soon as she sat down, Harry asked, "Why'd you have to talk to Dumbledore?"
"I'm moving back into Gryffindor Tower," she said, shaking slightly.
"Why? Not that I'm sad about it or anything. But weren't you happy in the Head Tower?" Ginny questioned.
"Well, Draco and I got in a huge fight about something last night, and I just think we'd both be better off if I moved out. So anyways, Harry, Ron, do you guys know of any rumors about me that were going around school?" she asked patiently.
"What, the one about you fucking Sn-" Ron said, but was cut off by Harry.
"Um... no... We have no idea about any rumors. Do we Ron?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, elbowing Ron in the side.
"Nope... haven't heard any rumors here," Ron said, his eyes watering.
"You guys, just tell me if there are any rumors!" Hermione begged.
"Alright. There's one about you sleeping with Snape and one about something with a broomstick, but we won't go there," Harry confessed.
"Why didn't you guys tell me? I mean, I had to find out from some stupid remark Draco made last night in bed!" Hermione whispered shrilly.
"Well, we knew they weren't true so we never thought about them," Ron explained.
"And we knew you'd flip out if you heard," Harry said.
"For future reference, tell me when there are rumors about me, okay?"
"Sure," Harry agreed.
"Okay. Whatever," Ron concurred.
"Well, we better get to Potions. I just hope Draco doesn't say anything," Hermione muttered quietly as the exited the Great Hall.