Chapter 4: The Secrets of Others
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The next weeks wore and soon, Hermione had been past Blaise and was with a Ravenclaw sixth year.
"At least this one has manners," Harry said as he and Ron played chess, watching Hermione and her boy toy walking around, looking all lovey-dovey.
"I guess," was all Ron would say as his ears got red with anger. He loved Hermione's new style but he couldn't ask her out because as soon as one guy was over with another would appear at her side.
Draco's POV:
I was sitting with Blaise and watched Hermione from afar, secretly of course, while Blaise just flat out stared.
"Don't know what I saw in that tramp anyway," Blaise said.
"You're just mad because she dumped you first." He deserved it anyway. He just wanted to use and abuse her. Wait a sec… I don't care what he wanted with that mudblood anyway. She was trash now; last year was the smart funny Hermione. I want her back, not this tramp parading around in Hermione's body.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean she has to go out with those Ravenclaw know-it-alls!" Blaise started pouting but it soon subsided as Pansy Parkinson and her friend, Eva Writhers came and sat next to Blaise and myself. Blaise didn't waste anytime and immediately went to go hunt a corner to snog in and left me alone with Pansy. Uh Oh…..
"Hi Drakie. Long time no see," Pansy said as she scooted closer to me. She put her feet between mine. That was really starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Yeah, sure," was all I could say. Here she goes, why does she have to be so easy? I laughed at that last thought. Of course she was easy! I was just so irresistible and charming. Maybe a little snog session won't hurt……
Hermione's POV:
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Draco took Pansy out of the Great Hall, looking very suspicious. She is such a slut! I didn't notice my boyfriend, droning on about quidditch. Just the annoyance of Pansy and the way she always took Draco away. Once a cheater, always a cheater. He's just going back for seconds. But that way of thinking didn't help any since I could still feel that slight jealousy wake up inside of me. 'Last year was nothing but a mistake,' was all I could think to reassure myself.
Hermione's memories of last year.
It all started out so great when Draco and I had fallen in love; well I thought it was love at the time. I remember, we had been alone, cleaning the trophy room for our detentions. 'It was all because of Malfoy!' I remembered shouting at McGonagall.
"Next time maybe you and Mr. Malfoy will stop and think before cursing each other with unauthorized spells," McGonagall only remark before she handed them a bucket of cleaner and paper towels and left. We had spent half the time cleaning in silence until Malfoy started the argument right where it had left off…
"Stop jinxing the cleaner to splash back at me Malfoy!" I was soaking wet by the time Draco had stopped. I'll always remember his smug smirk and how his face looked when I ran after him with my wand in the air. After a while our screams and shrieks had turned into laughters of fun and joy. Draco had finally stopped and sat on the floor. I had sat next to him and we started talking about why we hated each other, no idea why I was talking to him now of all times. Hadn't he just gotten me in trouble? When we had got on the subject of our families the only thing Malfoy had said to me was, "I hate my father." "Me too," was the only thing I could think of saying, remembering the abuse I endured at home. After we had finally finished feeling sorry for each other, Draco had leaned in and kissed me for the very first time. I'll never forget the way his lips matched mine when they had touched. The next couple of months were a blur, secret snog sessions, late night sneak outs….. And we both knew how fatal it would have been if anybody had found out about them….. Especially Lucious Malfoy. We just made a point of being extra careful when we thought that they were on to us.
Ron's POV:
It was later in the night. I had stayed up after everyone had gone to bed. My excuse was because of homework but really all I did was write Hermione's name over and over on a piece of spare parchment. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Ron? Are you down here?" came a voice from the dormitories.
"Yeah, right her Hermione." I'd know that voice anywhere. "What are you doing down here anyway?"
"Just came to see if you're all right. I can't be fooled….hardly had any homework tonight." Hermione grinned while she sat down in the arm chair next to me. Of course she was smart enough to figure that out. At least she hadn't developed an air head with her new status as school hottie.
"Not really doing anything. Thinking, that's all."
"About what?" Hermione leaned in closer to hear me. I caught a whiff of her perfume that had lingered after the day. MMMmmmmmmmm.
"Why did you change?" I finally said. Hermione looked taken aback by my comment but she still replied.
"You don't like it?"
"That's the thing. You look great but so many guys like you now."
"So you would rather me be back into a bookworm with no life." I never thought about it really… Did I like Hermione better this way?
"No… not to be mean or anything." I hoped she took it as a compliment.
"Okay, so what's the problem? Oh I get it….. You just want to act like a big brother and protect me from all those guys trying to go out with me huh?" Hermione looked at me with laughter in her eyes. I wish it was only that.
"Yeah, exactly."