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A/N: Wow. Just wow. It's been more than a year since I've last updated – what the hell is that about?! Anyway, I just randomly decided that I needed to write another chapter... Whether it be short or long, I hope people are at least grateful that I've decided to UPDATE!
"You obviously didn't check everywhere, Potty. The castle is bloody huge, I don't know if you've noticed that in your seven years here." Draco smirked.
"Oh shove off, Malfoy. You know very well what I meant by that, and I'm serious about this you arse. For once, could you not be your usual cocky self?" Harry asked. All the while Ron cringed at the prospect of actually needing Malfoy's help.
"Harry, last night I... Well... In their room, there was... You know... DO YOU BLOODY WELL THINK THAT WE CAN TRUST HIM?!" Ron exploded suddenly, pointing menacingly at the blond Slytherin's face.
"Wait, Ron," Harry stated slowly, trying to remain calm, "what were you about to say about last night?"
"Oh bloody hell." Draco rolled his eyes.
"They were – you know!" Ron spluttered.
"Yes, Weasley, that's right! We were! Is that such a horrible thing?! It's not like Harry doesn't already know." Malfoy retorted. Ron spun on his heel to face Harry, an extremely surprised look plastered on his face.
"Well, Ron... She told me of her problems... I was there to listen. I figured it would be best not to tell you because you should have heard it from her." he said simply. "Besides, it's not like anyone else has shown any romantic interest in her lately, and as much as I loathe Malfoy ("I'm still here, Potter." Draco snapped.), she must have some sort of reason for wanting to be with him."
All Ron could manage was to stand there with his mouth gaping open. 'How could this happen to me?' he wondered.
"Don't tell me that you want Granger for yourself, Weasley." Draco said in response to the look on the redhead's face, which clearly showed his true feelings. Ron just laughed in an oddly high-pitched forced tone.
"Oh Hermione, don't act so surprised. You were supposed to be smarter than this, my love. I would have thought that you could have guessed who I was after our intimate little trysts... Not to mention my constant staring at you. You didn't notice?" he hissed into her ear while pinning her body to keep her from writhing.
Hermione shuddered as she continued to cry silently. She couldn't believe that another student at Hogwarts was capable of outwitting her, especially in a situation like this.
"You loved it when I touched you like this," he said softly, running his hand up her thigh and grazing the spot that she wanted to be touched the least, "I would think that you would like it more now. I mean, now that you know who I am."
"I don't and you know it, so please, please... Stop." she pleaded through clenched teeth, and the young man before her laughed once more.
"Fine, I'll stop touching you like that. Maybe you'll like it better if you felt me inside of you." and the table was magicked over beside him. After a quick spell, Hermione was thrown on to it and re-chained so quickly that she didn't even have time to resist. Her eyes widened as he pulled off his shirt and started going for the zipper on his pants...
"I'm telling you, she's not in here." Malfoy sighed exasperatedly for the millionth time.
"Well, we're checking anyway!" Ron snapped in response as the portrait to the Heads' Chamber swung open.
Harry immediately dashed up the spiral staircase to Hermione's room and the door made a loud SLAM as it hit the wall upon being opened so forcefully. Ron was soon behind him and searching for some sort of clue as to where she might be. Draco was actually the one to spot it first.
"What the hell is wrong with this brick?" he wondered aloud, and quickly realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he added a quick 'why couldn't you two see this?' look just to ensure that he could still be better.
"It looks like some sort of secret opening to a passage," Harry said, remembering the first time he went to Diagon Alley. "Ouverte" he mumbled, tapping his wand to it.
As soon as the passageway was revealed, all three of the seventeen-year- olds lost whatever patience that remained within them, and they all forgot about their competition – they just wanted to find Hermione. Harry and Ron ran because they had cared about her for seven years, and Draco because he had cared about her secretly for months. When they saw a dim light at the end of the dark corridor, they sped up.
What they saw in the chamber made all of them stop dead. "Don't you dare touch her, you fucking bastard." Draco said, his words dripping with hatred.
A/n 2: So there. I wanted another cliffhanger ending, and hopefully it worked! Does anyone know who it is yet? Mua hahaha! Please review, and I will love you forever! XOXO E.D.
A/N: Wow. Just wow. It's been more than a year since I've last updated – what the hell is that about?! Anyway, I just randomly decided that I needed to write another chapter... Whether it be short or long, I hope people are at least grateful that I've decided to UPDATE!
"You obviously didn't check everywhere, Potty. The castle is bloody huge, I don't know if you've noticed that in your seven years here." Draco smirked.
"Oh shove off, Malfoy. You know very well what I meant by that, and I'm serious about this you arse. For once, could you not be your usual cocky self?" Harry asked. All the while Ron cringed at the prospect of actually needing Malfoy's help.
"Harry, last night I... Well... In their room, there was... You know... DO YOU BLOODY WELL THINK THAT WE CAN TRUST HIM?!" Ron exploded suddenly, pointing menacingly at the blond Slytherin's face.
"Wait, Ron," Harry stated slowly, trying to remain calm, "what were you about to say about last night?"
"Oh bloody hell." Draco rolled his eyes.
"They were – you know!" Ron spluttered.
"Yes, Weasley, that's right! We were! Is that such a horrible thing?! It's not like Harry doesn't already know." Malfoy retorted. Ron spun on his heel to face Harry, an extremely surprised look plastered on his face.
"Well, Ron... She told me of her problems... I was there to listen. I figured it would be best not to tell you because you should have heard it from her." he said simply. "Besides, it's not like anyone else has shown any romantic interest in her lately, and as much as I loathe Malfoy ("I'm still here, Potter." Draco snapped.), she must have some sort of reason for wanting to be with him."
All Ron could manage was to stand there with his mouth gaping open. 'How could this happen to me?' he wondered.
"Don't tell me that you want Granger for yourself, Weasley." Draco said in response to the look on the redhead's face, which clearly showed his true feelings. Ron just laughed in an oddly high-pitched forced tone.
"Oh Hermione, don't act so surprised. You were supposed to be smarter than this, my love. I would have thought that you could have guessed who I was after our intimate little trysts... Not to mention my constant staring at you. You didn't notice?" he hissed into her ear while pinning her body to keep her from writhing.
Hermione shuddered as she continued to cry silently. She couldn't believe that another student at Hogwarts was capable of outwitting her, especially in a situation like this.
"You loved it when I touched you like this," he said softly, running his hand up her thigh and grazing the spot that she wanted to be touched the least, "I would think that you would like it more now. I mean, now that you know who I am."
"I don't and you know it, so please, please... Stop." she pleaded through clenched teeth, and the young man before her laughed once more.
"Fine, I'll stop touching you like that. Maybe you'll like it better if you felt me inside of you." and the table was magicked over beside him. After a quick spell, Hermione was thrown on to it and re-chained so quickly that she didn't even have time to resist. Her eyes widened as he pulled off his shirt and started going for the zipper on his pants...
"I'm telling you, she's not in here." Malfoy sighed exasperatedly for the millionth time.
"Well, we're checking anyway!" Ron snapped in response as the portrait to the Heads' Chamber swung open.
Harry immediately dashed up the spiral staircase to Hermione's room and the door made a loud SLAM as it hit the wall upon being opened so forcefully. Ron was soon behind him and searching for some sort of clue as to where she might be. Draco was actually the one to spot it first.
"What the hell is wrong with this brick?" he wondered aloud, and quickly realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he added a quick 'why couldn't you two see this?' look just to ensure that he could still be better.
"It looks like some sort of secret opening to a passage," Harry said, remembering the first time he went to Diagon Alley. "Ouverte" he mumbled, tapping his wand to it.
As soon as the passageway was revealed, all three of the seventeen-year- olds lost whatever patience that remained within them, and they all forgot about their competition – they just wanted to find Hermione. Harry and Ron ran because they had cared about her for seven years, and Draco because he had cared about her secretly for months. When they saw a dim light at the end of the dark corridor, they sped up.
What they saw in the chamber made all of them stop dead. "Don't you dare touch her, you fucking bastard." Draco said, his words dripping with hatred.
A/n 2: So there. I wanted another cliffhanger ending, and hopefully it worked! Does anyone know who it is yet? Mua hahaha! Please review, and I will love you forever! XOXO E.D.