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Chapter 3
The following morning wasn't any better. Ron and Harry coldly ignored each other. Ginny was absolutely distraught and spent most the day in the bathroom crying. Hermione was approached many times throughout the day be both Ron and Harry. Harry came to say what an overactive git Ron was and how Hermione shouldn't take his side bcause it was just stupid. Ron always came fuming and demanding that Hermione see it his way and his was only. Many other people asked her about what happened. She quickly grew weary of retelling the little bit of the story she could without further ruining Ginny's reputation.
By lunch she was exhausted, annoyed, and constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anyone else was coming to interogate her or if Ron or Harry were back to rage and complain some more. She ate quickly and then hurried to the library, her haven. She'd just gotten situated in a nice, big, cushiony chair in a dim corner when she saw Ron storming in. Before he could see her, she jumped up, grabbed her things, and shot down an isle. While hurriedly stuffing her things in her bag, she collided with what seemed like a brick wall. She dropped everything. Hermione then looked up into the smirking face of the last person she wanted to see right then.
"Hello, mudblood," Draco drawled.
"I really haven't the time, Malfoy," Hermione began collecting her things quickly.
"But maybe I have," Draco idly picked up one of her books.
"Hermione?" came Ron's voice. "I know you're in here."
"I've heard things, Granger," Draco absently flipped through the book's pages. "Are the inseperables really split up because of the little Weasly slut?"
"She is not a slut," Hermione growled.
"Ahhh it's true then," Draco grinned evily.
"Hermione!" Ron was drawing closer.
"Now how could I ruin Weasly's day any more?" Draco slowly tapped his jaw still holding her book. "Oh I know!"
Dropping the book, Draco grabbed her and jerked to him. He attacked her lips viciously. Just then, Ron rounded the corner and stopped. His eyes got wide as he took in the scene. Hermione gasped in shock and, at first much to her displeasire, allowed his tongue entrance. His arms clamped around her and his tongue saught out hers, demanding a duel. She struggled, but only for a moment. After a few angry seconds, Draco's intruding kiss seemed much less rude and much more hot. What began as a battled progressed to a war, but of a different kind. She fel his grip loosening and his ahnds shifting to cradle her rather than hold her prisoner. She leaned into him, clutching the collar of his robes in her fists and relishing in the clashing of their lips and tongues.
Draco's mind was a hurricane. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this beyond the horrified look on Weasly's face, of which he hadn't even looked at. Yet somehow, the kiss he'd meant to be brutal and savage was slowing to a kind of... of... he couldn't even name what it was. The lips he'd planned to bite he was now carressing and accepting carresses from as well. This wasn't right, not at all. But yet it was. He loved the feeling, reveled in it. Letting and backing away never reached his thoughts.
"Hermione!" Ron's shocked, angry, but mostly hurt voice jerked them both back to reality. "Is everyone snogging madly but me?"
"Ron!" Hermione jumped a good 3 feet away from Draco. "I-it's not what you think!"
"I think it is," Ron spat. "Both my best friends have betrayed me."
"No, Ron, it's not like that!" Hermione was near tears. "Ron, please!" but he was gone.
Draco stood there stupidly for a moment. Hermione's dark eyes shimmered with angry tears. She snatched up her book and bag and stormed out of the library. Draco soon recovered and masked his face with the usual scowl. He too left the library mentally swearing to never use Hermione Granger against Weasly ever again. He proceeded to his next class trying to erase the visions of Hermione still lingering and the feelings that accompanied it. Draco prayed that neither Weasly nor that filthy mud... that Gran... he sighed his thoughts softening, or that Hermione would tell anyone.
Chapter 3
The following morning wasn't any better. Ron and Harry coldly ignored each other. Ginny was absolutely distraught and spent most the day in the bathroom crying. Hermione was approached many times throughout the day be both Ron and Harry. Harry came to say what an overactive git Ron was and how Hermione shouldn't take his side bcause it was just stupid. Ron always came fuming and demanding that Hermione see it his way and his was only. Many other people asked her about what happened. She quickly grew weary of retelling the little bit of the story she could without further ruining Ginny's reputation.
By lunch she was exhausted, annoyed, and constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anyone else was coming to interogate her or if Ron or Harry were back to rage and complain some more. She ate quickly and then hurried to the library, her haven. She'd just gotten situated in a nice, big, cushiony chair in a dim corner when she saw Ron storming in. Before he could see her, she jumped up, grabbed her things, and shot down an isle. While hurriedly stuffing her things in her bag, she collided with what seemed like a brick wall. She dropped everything. Hermione then looked up into the smirking face of the last person she wanted to see right then.
"Hello, mudblood," Draco drawled.
"I really haven't the time, Malfoy," Hermione began collecting her things quickly.
"But maybe I have," Draco idly picked up one of her books.
"Hermione?" came Ron's voice. "I know you're in here."
"I've heard things, Granger," Draco absently flipped through the book's pages. "Are the inseperables really split up because of the little Weasly slut?"
"She is not a slut," Hermione growled.
"Ahhh it's true then," Draco grinned evily.
"Hermione!" Ron was drawing closer.
"Now how could I ruin Weasly's day any more?" Draco slowly tapped his jaw still holding her book. "Oh I know!"
Dropping the book, Draco grabbed her and jerked to him. He attacked her lips viciously. Just then, Ron rounded the corner and stopped. His eyes got wide as he took in the scene. Hermione gasped in shock and, at first much to her displeasire, allowed his tongue entrance. His arms clamped around her and his tongue saught out hers, demanding a duel. She struggled, but only for a moment. After a few angry seconds, Draco's intruding kiss seemed much less rude and much more hot. What began as a battled progressed to a war, but of a different kind. She fel his grip loosening and his ahnds shifting to cradle her rather than hold her prisoner. She leaned into him, clutching the collar of his robes in her fists and relishing in the clashing of their lips and tongues.
Draco's mind was a hurricane. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this beyond the horrified look on Weasly's face, of which he hadn't even looked at. Yet somehow, the kiss he'd meant to be brutal and savage was slowing to a kind of... of... he couldn't even name what it was. The lips he'd planned to bite he was now carressing and accepting carresses from as well. This wasn't right, not at all. But yet it was. He loved the feeling, reveled in it. Letting and backing away never reached his thoughts.
"Hermione!" Ron's shocked, angry, but mostly hurt voice jerked them both back to reality. "Is everyone snogging madly but me?"
"Ron!" Hermione jumped a good 3 feet away from Draco. "I-it's not what you think!"
"I think it is," Ron spat. "Both my best friends have betrayed me."
"No, Ron, it's not like that!" Hermione was near tears. "Ron, please!" but he was gone.
Draco stood there stupidly for a moment. Hermione's dark eyes shimmered with angry tears. She snatched up her book and bag and stormed out of the library. Draco soon recovered and masked his face with the usual scowl. He too left the library mentally swearing to never use Hermione Granger against Weasly ever again. He proceeded to his next class trying to erase the visions of Hermione still lingering and the feelings that accompanied it. Draco prayed that neither Weasly nor that filthy mud... that Gran... he sighed his thoughts softening, or that Hermione would tell anyone.
