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Chapter 3 – Deal With It
Harry stormed off back to the compartment and nearly broke down the door to get in. Ron was equally mad, but he just kept on clenching his teeth and fists. Both of the guys threw themselves onto the seats and stared at the ground. Ginny, of course, just rolled her eyes at them. Harry caught sight of this too and he immediately started screaming, as if he was already mad enough.
"WHY ARE YOU ROLLING YOUR BLOODY EYES?" yelled Harry. He couldn't stand it. He was pouring all of his anger on Ginny. She narrowed her eyes and walked straight into the compartment, sliding the door shut. She threw each of them a glare. As all of them sat in silence, they noticed a tear drop from Ron, and an occasional faint sob.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay bro?" asked Ginny quietly (Yeah, yeah, I know she doesn't say 'bro' but what the hell, I figured it would sound better cause I don't want to use the word "Ron" too many times). She placed her arm around him and tried to hug him as best she could, seeing how he was so much bigger than her. Harry came around and patted him on the back.
"I'm...I'm okay, really...it's just that, I always thought....she had you know...," he paused, drawing in a slow breath, quivering a little, "that she had...something....for me and just...maybe I had a chance...and then she just goes...snogging with....Ferret Boy?!" (Sorry, I'm not too good at, um, the whole...sad...stuff...so...this just fit in somehow, lol, yeah...) He sobbed silently as he buried his face in his hands, mumbling words to himself, not wanting Harry or Ginny here. Harry sighed and turned to Ginny.
"Since you obviously didn't seem to care so much, why the fuck did Hermione make out with...with...Malfoy???" asked Harry, unable to keep out the menacing tone in his voice.
"Oh my God, you guys are so dense. She was just having a bit of fun. I don't blame her either, he's hot this year!" replied Ginny, making herself comfortable on the other side and reaching out for a beauty magazine.
"What the hell are you talking about? This is Hermione! She doesn't just go around snogging random "hot" guys. Why did she change her appearance anyways?! I mean, yes, she looks amazing, but it's her attitude. What's going on?" snapped Harry. He still couldn't process that Hermione had changed. Yes, everyone had gone through an immense change, but he never though Hermione was one to change anything, at all.
"God, you have no idea how she feels do you?" she asked, looking at Harry emotionless face before continuing, "You guys treat her like she's your sister and you don't let her do anything. None of you thinks that she can take care of herself or that she can go and kiss any guy she wants to. She wants attention, and not from you, but from other people."
Harry just stared at her. What she said was undeniably true; Harry and Ron always treated her like a sister. What's wrong with that though? The gave her attention! Not necessarily the 'checking her out' kind of attention, but truth be told, she wasn't always this pretty. Maybe he'd just have to live with it.
He shrugged and looked back to Ron, seeing if he was okay. The whole time Ginny and Harry were talking, Ron listened in. He didn't want to believe that it was true, so he blocked everything out. Deciding that there was nothing to say to them, he grabbed his robe and uniform.
"I'm going to change," he mumbled and ran out of the compartment.
--Back inside the HGHB compartment--
Hermione laid on top of the shirtless Draco her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around her slender waist. Draco looked up and saw lust in her eyes. He sighed, and lied back down, thinking about what they did before. She closed her eyes as thoughts reeled through her mind. Ugh, why am I doing this? she questioned to herself, recalling what had happened earlier. I hate Harry and Ron, I hate all Gryffindors, (exception of her best friend) All I want is a little fun...besides...this year might actually turn out to be a FUN one.
Malfoy looked up again, only to see a small smirk dance upon her face. He looked at this quizzically. Merlin she's changed. Maybe, just maybe, that old Dumbledore can put her in Slytherin and the Golden Trio will be broken, once and for all. He chuckled at the idea. Hermione heard this and shot up, glaring at him. All he did was smile at her innocently. She walked up and grabbed her robes to go change. Before she left, she had one more thing to say to him.
"Whatever happened on this train, meant nothing to me," she concluded, before going to change privately. Malfoy grinned. "That will all change in time...just in time," he whispered, once she was out of earshot. He knew quite well that she would start falling for him, just a matter of time. Looking out the window, he could see that they were nearing Hogwarts, so he might as well change in to his robes.
As the train neared Hogwarts, everyone started filing out. Hermione was still wearing her shorts and tank top underneath. She followed everybody and went straight to the carriages. Head Boy and Head Girl had to see to it that everybody made it to the carriages. While Hermione walked in front of Draco, checking all the carriages and pausing every now and then to get some of the students into the carriage, he simply sauntered behind, looking up and down her body, getting turned on a little whenever she bent down.
Finally, they reached the first carriage for the both of them. Climbing in, they say that it was much fancier than the rest. There was a couch-like seat that was bloody red with a silver frame. The carpet had all four of the houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. It was a little more spacious with a small counter in front of them. On the counter, there were a couple bottles of wine, a place to but the cups (I forgot what they're called...you know, those tall cuppish thingies that you drink wine in...lol) The counter itself was black but the ceramic part on top was dark green.
Hermione pulled herself in and placed herself at the end of the couch, staring out of the golden framed window, she saw the Hogwarts castle nearby. Draco went in afterwards. Both of them marveled at the beautiful carriage. Slowly, they began to move.
The whole time, both of them were quiet, dismissing what had happened earlier on. Draco, on the other hand, still wanted her. He moved over quietly, until he was right next to Hermione. He placed his hand on her thigh and slowly started to rub it on the inside. She gasped at the feel, letting out a low growl unknowingly. This only caused Draco to smirk and move his hand slowly upwards. She turned to look at him with her big brown chocolate eyes, only to be met with those gray-silver orbs that showed no emotion save lust and mischief. They held this gaze for some time, only gazing each other, until the carriages came to a halt. Finally, Draco leaned in and nibbled on her ear, licking the soft flesh with his tongue.
"I'm only warming up," he hissed in her ear. She stared dumbly ahead, not trusting herself to say anything. Clearly, she was still registering what he just said. What is he playing at? she thought to herself, Fine, two can play that game. Grinning to herself, she began to plot deviously against him, determined to beat him at his own game.
A/N: Sorry! This might not be as good as others cause I'm not..eh.."always in the mood." If you know what I'm saying. Hehe, keep on reviewing! I need some good ideas as I'm not sure where this story is going at...Ahem...lol, I'm not good at this crap. . Tryin' my best! PEACE! =)