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"Granger!" Draco shouted as Hermione dashed out of the Potions classroom. "Wait up!"
Hermione did not look back, nor did she slow down. She was in no mood to talk to that foul creature...
"GRANGER! Do what I say!"
Hermione continued walking, still not looking at Draco. Oh no! she thought to herself. A dead-end!
"Granger!" Draco snapped, looking mad. "Why didn't you stop?"
"Because," Hermione said, grinding her teeth. "I do not want to talk to YOU."
"We don't have to talk."
Hermione said nothing.
"Well, you don't have to talk. How come you forgot your homework?"
There was no way that Hermione was going to tell him that she forgot her homework because of him. No way.
"That's none of your business."
"Don't be like that, Granger."
"Shut up Malfoy."
Hermione and Draco stared at each other, trying very hard to hate each other. Neither of them was succeeding.
"Well," Hermione said, looking into Draco's cold, steel eyes. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I want you to."
"I thought you hated me."
"I do."
"People who hate each other don't make out."
"Who says?"
"I do."
"Fine," Hermione said, angry. "Don't kiss me. While you're at it, never talk to me AGAIN."
She tried to move but Draco pinned her shoulders to the wall. Their faces were inches apart. Draco's warm breath caressed her face and she shivered.
Minutes passed. Hermione made no struggle to escape and Draco seemed content to holding her there.
"Kiss me you fool."
*
Nothing had changed between them. The kiss meant nothing. Both still hated each other, both still wanted nothing to do with the other. At least they thought.
"Hermione?" Harry asked worriedly, waving a hand in her face. "What's up?
"Huh?" was Hermione's brilliant reply.
"Have you been staying up reading again? I'm telling you 'Mione you are going to be following asleep during class..."
"It's not that," Hermione interrupted. "It's...something else. Nothing important."
"Tell us!" Ron said eagerly looking up from his Potions essay.
"Well..." Hermione said uncomfortably. "It's - err - nevermind."
"Come on, 'Mione!" Harry said. "Tell us!"
"No." Hermione said flatly going tired of the conversation.
"Please?" Harry encouraged.
Hermione frowned. She did NOT want to discuss her love life (or lack of it) with her two best friends. Especially when she was in love with Draco. Or...was she?
"I don't love him!" Hermione scolded herself quietly.
"Love who?" Ron questioned.
Hermione looked at Ron, surprised to still see him there. "What?"
"Whom do you love?" he repeated.
Hermione blushed. "N-no one..." she stuttered.
"Just tell us, 'Mione," Harry said, looking quite bored.
"I said I don't love...pancakes," she finished lamely.
"Right!" Ron snorted. "You think we believe that?"
Hermione looked around the common room, searching for a way to escape. She wished she hadn't said anything. Now all she wanted to do was find a rock to crawl under.
Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and held them. "You can tell us, Hermione."
Hermione's lower lip trembled. Her best friends were so sweet and kind...they had understood once before, but would they understand again?
"I kissed Draco."
"YOU kissed Malfoy?!" Ron roared.
"Yes," Hermione said softly. "Well, he kissed me but that's not the point. We kissed."
"Did you - err - enjoy it?" Harry inquired tentatively.
"Would I be telling you dolts about it if I didn't enjoy it?" Hermione snapped. "That's the WHOLE problem. I don't WANT to enjoy it. I'm not suppose to. I HATE Draco."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione looked at Ron, startled. Was she sure that she hated Draco? Didn't she enjoy his tender kisses? Didn't she love gazing into his silver eyes? Didn't she shiver every time they touched?
"No," Hermione confessed. "I'm not so sure."
"I thought so!" Ron said, leaning back into the couch. "But what does Malfoy think of you?"
"No idea."
"You can do better than him, 'Mione."
"I'm not so sure."
"I'm sure."
"He's all I ever think about, Ron. I can't even concentrate on my bloody homework because I'm thinking of him."
Ron and Harry stared at Hermione, mouths agape.
"I miss him," Hermione said, eyes flooding with tears. "But I must try to forget about him. I can do better...right?"
"Right!" Harry and Ron said together.
*
"Draco!" Pansy said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Drakie darling? Are you alright...?"
Draco snapped back to reality and frowned at seeing Pansy so close. "I thought I told you to stay away from me."
"You did but I figured now that Granger dumped you..."
"GRANGER," Draco growled. "DID NOT DUMP ME. I dumped her. Got it?" he asked, glaring daggers at Pansy.
"God! Don't have a dragon!" Pansy said, inspecting her nails. "It's just...you know," she said uncomfortably.
"What?" Draco inquired irritably.
"It seems like you miss her," Pansy answered with a shrug.
Draco looked at Pansy, stunned. She was acting very...un-Pansyish. Weird. Too weird.
"I do not miss that filthy mudblood."
"Good!" Pansy said, smiling a disgusting smile. "Now that she's out of the way maybe you'll FINALLY pay attention to me!"
"Pansy, get a life. Granger is just playing hard to get. She wants me and I know it. She can ACT like she hates me but she doesn't. She's in love with me."
"And you're in love with her." It was a statement, not a question.
"Maybe I was. But I'm not anymore."
Or so he thought.
*
"Bloody hel-! Harry! HARRY! They made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast!" Ron said excitably as the trio entered the Great Hall.
"Ron's going to wet himself," Harry muttered Hermione.
"I know," Hermione giggled, shaking her head. "He really likes to eat..."
"I've never met someone who eats as much as him," Harry said, shaking his head.
"Neither have I," Hermione whispered in reply.
"What are you guys talking about? This food isn't going to eat itself! Less talking, more eating!" Ron ordered.
"I think I'll just have a -," Hermione said hastily, sitting down.
"A muffin. Hermione you're bloody mental only eating a muffin for breakfast..."
"Yes, well, I may be mental but..."
"What is it?" Harry asked, concerned
"Draco." Hermione said bitterly.
"Just ignore the git," Ron said, eggs splattering Harry's face. "Sorry mate - you can do better than Draco, 'Mione. He doesn't even deserve to talk to you."
"I suppose so," Hermione sighed.
"Well if it isn't the mudblood and her two boyfriends," Draco sneered, looking crueler than usual.
"Go away Malfoy," Hermione snapped, acting braver than she felt.
"Who's going to make me? Your boyfriends?" Draco said in mock horror.
"Shut up!" Ron said, standing up.
"Sit down, Ron!" Hermione said. "I can handle this." Harry pulled Ron down, watching Hermione and Draco wearily.
"Tell me something mudblood," Draco said, smirking. "Do you sleep with both of them are do you do one a night?"
Harry let go of Ron and both stood up. "We're sick of you crap, Malfoy!" Harry shouted. "SO SHUT IT."
Silence. All the students watched them eagerly.
"Who's going to make me?" Draco asked smugly.
"We are!" Harry and Ron bellowed together.
Ron lunged at Draco, knocking him onto the ground. A group of fifth year Ravenclaw girls screeched, looking frightened and excited at the same time. Ron pounded Draco, as did Harry. Hermione actually felt sorry for Draco. It was two against one, it wasn't fair, it wasn't right...
"CRABBE! GOYLE!" Draco croaked. "GET OVER HERE!"
Both of them thundered over, cracking their knuckles and grinning stupidly.
"You know what to do," Draco said simply.
Crabbe pulled Harry off Draco, as Goyle did to Ron. WHAM. Ron doubled over in pain, holding his stomach. Harry could no longer see because Crabbe had punched the glasses off his face. He tried to step forward and tripped, knocking into a girl's food, which flung across the Great Hall. It hit a Slytherin in the eye and that's when someone screeched...
"FOOD FIGHT!"
Food was flying threw the air. Pudding landed in Cho Chang's hair, and she burst into tears, trying to shake it out. An apple hit Ron hard in the head, and would surely leave a bruise.
Hermione was trying to leave until she felt someone tug on her arm. She turned around and there was Draco.
"Don't talk. Follow me."
He led her wordlessly out of the Great Hall and down into a dark corridor. She followed tentatively, wondering what Draco was going to do.
"Azkaban," Draco said. A door swung open and Hermione found herself in the Slytherin common room. The couches were silver and a forest green, with pictures of famous dark wizards, and in the middle there was a picture of Tom Riddle.
"We need to talk." Draco motioned to the couch and both of them sat down, far apart from each other.
"About what?" Hermione asked coldly.
"About you and me."
"Excuse me? There IS no you and me."
"There use to be."
"Notice the past tense."
"Shut it, Granger."
"I'm leaving," Hermione said, disgusted. She should have never come.
"No, you aren't. Sit your mudblood arse down," Draco growled.
Hermione remained seating, glaring at Draco.
"Hurry up, Malfoy," she said flatly. "I actually have a LIFE I need to tend to."
Draco moved closer to Hermione. She moved farther away. He moved closer. She was at the edge of the couch.
"Get the AWAY from -!"
Draco leaned forward and pressed hard against Hermione's lips. Her breath was caught in her throat, and she swallowed her words. It felt so right - Draco's lips on hers. Hermione opened her mouth slightly, begging Draco to go farther. Their tongues danced together, both of them feeling extremely hot. Draco placed himself on top of Hermione, not breaking the kiss. Hermione felt her shirt come off when...
"HERMIONE?!" someone gasped.
A/N: I'll admit - I CANNOT write love scenes. I don't know what it's like to be kissed so I can't really write good kissing scenes...but I didn't think it was that bad. Was it? I tried to end it in a cliffhanger, you guys will be surprised to see who sees Hermione with her shirt off, LOL. In case you guys were wondering - she still has her bra on. But...yeah...anyway, I'm as anxious as you guys are to see what happens next (I'm writing this as I go) so I'll try to post the next chapter soon. If you guys have any ideas, please review, and if you don't have any ideas, REVIEW ANYWAY. Thanks =D
"Granger!" Draco shouted as Hermione dashed out of the Potions classroom. "Wait up!"
Hermione did not look back, nor did she slow down. She was in no mood to talk to that foul creature...
"GRANGER! Do what I say!"
Hermione continued walking, still not looking at Draco. Oh no! she thought to herself. A dead-end!
"Granger!" Draco snapped, looking mad. "Why didn't you stop?"
"Because," Hermione said, grinding her teeth. "I do not want to talk to YOU."
"We don't have to talk."
Hermione said nothing.
"Well, you don't have to talk. How come you forgot your homework?"
There was no way that Hermione was going to tell him that she forgot her homework because of him. No way.
"That's none of your business."
"Don't be like that, Granger."
"Shut up Malfoy."
Hermione and Draco stared at each other, trying very hard to hate each other. Neither of them was succeeding.
"Well," Hermione said, looking into Draco's cold, steel eyes. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I want you to."
"I thought you hated me."
"I do."
"People who hate each other don't make out."
"Who says?"
"I do."
"Fine," Hermione said, angry. "Don't kiss me. While you're at it, never talk to me AGAIN."
She tried to move but Draco pinned her shoulders to the wall. Their faces were inches apart. Draco's warm breath caressed her face and she shivered.
Minutes passed. Hermione made no struggle to escape and Draco seemed content to holding her there.
"Kiss me you fool."
*
Nothing had changed between them. The kiss meant nothing. Both still hated each other, both still wanted nothing to do with the other. At least they thought.
"Hermione?" Harry asked worriedly, waving a hand in her face. "What's up?
"Huh?" was Hermione's brilliant reply.
"Have you been staying up reading again? I'm telling you 'Mione you are going to be following asleep during class..."
"It's not that," Hermione interrupted. "It's...something else. Nothing important."
"Tell us!" Ron said eagerly looking up from his Potions essay.
"Well..." Hermione said uncomfortably. "It's - err - nevermind."
"Come on, 'Mione!" Harry said. "Tell us!"
"No." Hermione said flatly going tired of the conversation.
"Please?" Harry encouraged.
Hermione frowned. She did NOT want to discuss her love life (or lack of it) with her two best friends. Especially when she was in love with Draco. Or...was she?
"I don't love him!" Hermione scolded herself quietly.
"Love who?" Ron questioned.
Hermione looked at Ron, surprised to still see him there. "What?"
"Whom do you love?" he repeated.
Hermione blushed. "N-no one..." she stuttered.
"Just tell us, 'Mione," Harry said, looking quite bored.
"I said I don't love...pancakes," she finished lamely.
"Right!" Ron snorted. "You think we believe that?"
Hermione looked around the common room, searching for a way to escape. She wished she hadn't said anything. Now all she wanted to do was find a rock to crawl under.
Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and held them. "You can tell us, Hermione."
Hermione's lower lip trembled. Her best friends were so sweet and kind...they had understood once before, but would they understand again?
"I kissed Draco."
"YOU kissed Malfoy?!" Ron roared.
"Yes," Hermione said softly. "Well, he kissed me but that's not the point. We kissed."
"Did you - err - enjoy it?" Harry inquired tentatively.
"Would I be telling you dolts about it if I didn't enjoy it?" Hermione snapped. "That's the WHOLE problem. I don't WANT to enjoy it. I'm not suppose to. I HATE Draco."
"Are you sure?"
Hermione looked at Ron, startled. Was she sure that she hated Draco? Didn't she enjoy his tender kisses? Didn't she love gazing into his silver eyes? Didn't she shiver every time they touched?
"No," Hermione confessed. "I'm not so sure."
"I thought so!" Ron said, leaning back into the couch. "But what does Malfoy think of you?"
"No idea."
"You can do better than him, 'Mione."
"I'm not so sure."
"I'm sure."
"He's all I ever think about, Ron. I can't even concentrate on my bloody homework because I'm thinking of him."
Ron and Harry stared at Hermione, mouths agape.
"I miss him," Hermione said, eyes flooding with tears. "But I must try to forget about him. I can do better...right?"
"Right!" Harry and Ron said together.
*
"Draco!" Pansy said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Drakie darling? Are you alright...?"
Draco snapped back to reality and frowned at seeing Pansy so close. "I thought I told you to stay away from me."
"You did but I figured now that Granger dumped you..."
"GRANGER," Draco growled. "DID NOT DUMP ME. I dumped her. Got it?" he asked, glaring daggers at Pansy.
"God! Don't have a dragon!" Pansy said, inspecting her nails. "It's just...you know," she said uncomfortably.
"What?" Draco inquired irritably.
"It seems like you miss her," Pansy answered with a shrug.
Draco looked at Pansy, stunned. She was acting very...un-Pansyish. Weird. Too weird.
"I do not miss that filthy mudblood."
"Good!" Pansy said, smiling a disgusting smile. "Now that she's out of the way maybe you'll FINALLY pay attention to me!"
"Pansy, get a life. Granger is just playing hard to get. She wants me and I know it. She can ACT like she hates me but she doesn't. She's in love with me."
"And you're in love with her." It was a statement, not a question.
"Maybe I was. But I'm not anymore."
Or so he thought.
*
"Bloody hel-! Harry! HARRY! They made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast!" Ron said excitably as the trio entered the Great Hall.
"Ron's going to wet himself," Harry muttered Hermione.
"I know," Hermione giggled, shaking her head. "He really likes to eat..."
"I've never met someone who eats as much as him," Harry said, shaking his head.
"Neither have I," Hermione whispered in reply.
"What are you guys talking about? This food isn't going to eat itself! Less talking, more eating!" Ron ordered.
"I think I'll just have a -," Hermione said hastily, sitting down.
"A muffin. Hermione you're bloody mental only eating a muffin for breakfast..."
"Yes, well, I may be mental but..."
"What is it?" Harry asked, concerned
"Draco." Hermione said bitterly.
"Just ignore the git," Ron said, eggs splattering Harry's face. "Sorry mate - you can do better than Draco, 'Mione. He doesn't even deserve to talk to you."
"I suppose so," Hermione sighed.
"Well if it isn't the mudblood and her two boyfriends," Draco sneered, looking crueler than usual.
"Go away Malfoy," Hermione snapped, acting braver than she felt.
"Who's going to make me? Your boyfriends?" Draco said in mock horror.
"Shut up!" Ron said, standing up.
"Sit down, Ron!" Hermione said. "I can handle this." Harry pulled Ron down, watching Hermione and Draco wearily.
"Tell me something mudblood," Draco said, smirking. "Do you sleep with both of them are do you do one a night?"
Harry let go of Ron and both stood up. "We're sick of you crap, Malfoy!" Harry shouted. "SO SHUT IT."
Silence. All the students watched them eagerly.
"Who's going to make me?" Draco asked smugly.
"We are!" Harry and Ron bellowed together.
Ron lunged at Draco, knocking him onto the ground. A group of fifth year Ravenclaw girls screeched, looking frightened and excited at the same time. Ron pounded Draco, as did Harry. Hermione actually felt sorry for Draco. It was two against one, it wasn't fair, it wasn't right...
"CRABBE! GOYLE!" Draco croaked. "GET OVER HERE!"
Both of them thundered over, cracking their knuckles and grinning stupidly.
"You know what to do," Draco said simply.
Crabbe pulled Harry off Draco, as Goyle did to Ron. WHAM. Ron doubled over in pain, holding his stomach. Harry could no longer see because Crabbe had punched the glasses off his face. He tried to step forward and tripped, knocking into a girl's food, which flung across the Great Hall. It hit a Slytherin in the eye and that's when someone screeched...
"FOOD FIGHT!"
Food was flying threw the air. Pudding landed in Cho Chang's hair, and she burst into tears, trying to shake it out. An apple hit Ron hard in the head, and would surely leave a bruise.
Hermione was trying to leave until she felt someone tug on her arm. She turned around and there was Draco.
"Don't talk. Follow me."
He led her wordlessly out of the Great Hall and down into a dark corridor. She followed tentatively, wondering what Draco was going to do.
"Azkaban," Draco said. A door swung open and Hermione found herself in the Slytherin common room. The couches were silver and a forest green, with pictures of famous dark wizards, and in the middle there was a picture of Tom Riddle.
"We need to talk." Draco motioned to the couch and both of them sat down, far apart from each other.
"About what?" Hermione asked coldly.
"About you and me."
"Excuse me? There IS no you and me."
"There use to be."
"Notice the past tense."
"Shut it, Granger."
"I'm leaving," Hermione said, disgusted. She should have never come.
"No, you aren't. Sit your mudblood arse down," Draco growled.
Hermione remained seating, glaring at Draco.
"Hurry up, Malfoy," she said flatly. "I actually have a LIFE I need to tend to."
Draco moved closer to Hermione. She moved farther away. He moved closer. She was at the edge of the couch.
"Get the AWAY from -!"
Draco leaned forward and pressed hard against Hermione's lips. Her breath was caught in her throat, and she swallowed her words. It felt so right - Draco's lips on hers. Hermione opened her mouth slightly, begging Draco to go farther. Their tongues danced together, both of them feeling extremely hot. Draco placed himself on top of Hermione, not breaking the kiss. Hermione felt her shirt come off when...
"HERMIONE?!" someone gasped.
A/N: I'll admit - I CANNOT write love scenes. I don't know what it's like to be kissed so I can't really write good kissing scenes...but I didn't think it was that bad. Was it? I tried to end it in a cliffhanger, you guys will be surprised to see who sees Hermione with her shirt off, LOL. In case you guys were wondering - she still has her bra on. But...yeah...anyway, I'm as anxious as you guys are to see what happens next (I'm writing this as I go) so I'll try to post the next chapter soon. If you guys have any ideas, please review, and if you don't have any ideas, REVIEW ANYWAY. Thanks =D