Chapter 6 - Bad Feelings

Hermiones pulse began beating fast again, as she lay there panicking. Malfoy was damned heavy, and she couldn't exactly wake him! Still hazy from sleep and the bright sunlight, she fumbled for her wand. Her fingers found it lying in the grass a little way from them, so she conjured up the hovering clock again. ####, 5:32am, she didn't have long before everyone would be waking up.

She tried again to roll Draco off her, and failed. He was all damned determined when asleep! She had no choice but to try and, (urgh, she shivered), slide him out of her. So, she began to shimmy upwards, whilst holding him down. This unfortunately meant his face going right in-between her breasts. This thought didn't exactly fill her with joy. Sure enough, as soon as his face was just in the middle, he began to stir. Hermiones eyes shot wide open, and she tried even harder to squirm out quicker. Too late, his eyes were open.

As he propped himself up, the first thing he noticed was the part of a woman's anatomy he was faced with. His eyebrows rose, then he looked up. His eyes widened when they locked on Hermiones. She blushed violently, he blinked a few times. Silence.

"Erm, morning." He began.

She would have laughed at the completely inappropriate comment if it had been anyone else. But as it was her, she just replied with a chocked "Hi."

"Well, I guess I should, erm, get dressed . . . what time is it?"

"I guess around 5:45."

More silence.

"Um, I don't suppose you could, well, close your eyes?" He stammered, went to look downwards, then remembered what was below him and looked at the ground next to him.

"Sure, sure" she said, anything to avoid looking at him. "But do us a favour, throw me my coat."

So he did, she covered herself up, and closed her eyes. This, she had to admit, was THE most embarrassing thing ever to happen to her. Even more embarrassing than the time she came out of the toilet with her robe tucked into her knickers. Then an idea popped into her head.

"Well," Draco said quietly, "I'm done."

She opened her eyes to see him dressed rather haphazardly, hair looking quite a bit like a blonde version of Harrys unruly mop. He was looking down at his feet. There was that cute little blush again.

So she dressed herself, with him facing the other way, and then tapped him on the shoulder. He turned round to come face to face with a spell headed his way.

"Dememo Eight!" she shouted (A/N, this spell erases the memory of the person. You say the spell and the number after is how many hours are erased)

The spell hit Draco square in the forehead, and he stumbled backwards. He slid down a tree, and his eyes closed.

"Er, Draco?" Hermione questioned, walking towards him. "Draco, are you awake?"

He moaned. Sitting up he rubbed his head where it had whacked the tree. "Yeah, what the #### happened?"

"Well, we were doing the usual thing last night and, well, we sorta kissed but that's all. And I woke up out here and you were still asleep. So I waited for you to wake up."

"Oh, thanks." And he smiled at her. Something stirred in Hermiones stomach and it was not a good feeling.

They made the journey back to the castle in relative silence.

Ginny was not yet out of the Infirmary, so no-one had really noticed Hermiones absence. She slipped into the entrance hall at a different time to Draco so nobody got suspicious, and her day began. She cursed under her breath as she realised first lesson was potions with Slytherin. She practically ran to the dungeons, not wanting to have to deal with Snapes sarcastic scolding.

Thankfully, she got there just as the class was entering. Draco risked a small smile at her, and she got the God-awful feeling in her stomach again. As she entered the room, she noticed the empty seat next to Ron. So Harry hadn't returned yet then. That stupid feeling was now replaced by guilt; it had been mostly her fault. Ron looked a bit at a loss without his best friend, and that guilt doubled. So she sat next to him.

"'Mione?"

She looked at him.

"Sorry. Honestly, I am."

She smiled. "It's ok Ron, I can sorta understand I guess."

He smiled back.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Granger and Mr Weasly, but this is no time for exchanging loving gazes across the cauldron. You are in my potions class and I wish to begin."

Ron blushed furiously, but then again, he always did when Snape addressed him. Hermione just smirked at him and sweetly replied "I'm sorry sir, but I was not exchanging loving gazes with Ron, sorry if that's what turns you on and all."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dracos jaw drop, then he grinned. Guess that was a smirk and comment for even Malfoy to be proud of! She felt a little proud of this. But her moment of pride was disrupted by Snape exploding at the front of the class.

She sat outside Dumbledores office, twiddling her thumbs. The door opened, and she saw the old man step out, head bowed, looking serious. Her stomach dropped, she had landed herself in the #### this time! Then he looked up, and she saw that sparkle in his eye. Maybe she hadn't then.

"Miss Granger, I do believe Professor Snape sent you up here?"

"Yes Sir," she replied, wrestling with a smile desperate to form on her lips.

"Do come inside." So she got up and followed him inside.

She thought that Dumbledore could cram no more gadgets and instruments into his office, but he had. She gazed around the room at all the portraits, and smiled at Fawks, perched in the corner. He ruffled his feathers in reply, and then Dumbledore spoke.

"Miss Granger, I do believe that apologising for the loving gazes," Hermione went to interrupt, but he held his finger up to communicate his wish for her silence, "false as they may or may not have been, would have been the best thing to do."

She looked at her wringing hands, he sure did have a way of penetrating into your mind, and she really didn't want him to go there at the moment.

"Sorry, professor." She mumbled.

"It's perfectly alright Miss Granger, and I'm sure your classmates enjoyed the little display anyway" and he smiled at her. She turned to leave when he spoke again.

"Harry is still not back."

Her stomach flipped. So this was the reason he had agreed to see her over such a small thing as Snape being prejudice as usual.

"And I'm sure you are aware of just how dangerous it is out there for him."

She nodded. He extended his arm and offered her a seat. She took it, she didn't trust her legs not to give way, and she didn't have a god feeling about where this conversation was going.

"We need to know where he is most likely to have gone. It would be Sirius, but for his death. It may have been Lupin, but we have already owled him to no avail. We were wondering if Harry ever talked about anyone else…" he trailed off. The worry lines on his face were obvious, as were his reasons to worry; Harry in the power of Voldemort could have many consequences. All of which were too horrific to even contemplate.

"I'm so sorry Professor, but Harry and I have been very . . . distant lately. I will do as much as possible to find out where he could possibly be."

"Distant?" He queried.

"Well, Professor, I'm guessing it hasn't escaped you that I have changed since last year…."

"Oh yes, oh yes, I remember now. Links in with what happened to Mss Weasly I do believe?"

"Yes sir, that's right."

"Well, I'm sure you patching things up wit Master Weasly will help things immensely."

How the?! She'd only begun talking to him last lesson! Blimey.

Just then, Hagrid burst into the Office.

"Headmaster Sir! They've got 'Arry!"

Sorry this chapter was a little bitty, if you get what i mean. Not much really going on, but i had a vision last night about where this story is going to go, but there are certain things that need to be got out of the way etc etc. So i'm trying to hurry it along lol.

Peace x