Authorz Notez: Hey just wanted to clear one little misconception up for a reviewer of mines. Hermione is not in a relationship with Harry. I meant the relationship as in friendship. God forbid her to fall for Harry. Lol. He's cute but Draco's cuter.

Love Sick

Chapter Thirteen

The pain that she had desperately tried to cover up came rushing back to her like a tide. Her heart was breaking every second and she didn't know how to stop her mind from reaching the peek of insanity. Hermione curled up in her bed and hugged her pillow tight trying to fight it away. The full moon shone through her window leaving her a dim light to focus on. Her tears were out of control, leaving a pool of water on her pillow. Her mind kept triggering small memories of times she had shared with Draco. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

Hermione sat up once more and decided to write in her journal, it seems that she hadn't for weeks. It was something she did to calm her self from any stress. She picked up the small book engraved HG in gold. Harry had bought that for her as a Christmas present last year. She took out a quill and began to scribble a few words that crossed her mind.

What have you done to me?

My wounds they will not heal,

The blood of my vains are pounding,

The pain is just too real,

I close my eyes and take it in,

But I can still feel,

What I lost I can't get back,

My nightmare is too real,

I only wanted to be loved,

It's hard to conceal,

For your love I did anything,

I just can't help the appeal,

I loved you so much it hurt,

Wish you knew how I feel,

And after all that you left,

My heart won't seem to heal,

One by one things seem to come to place,

Which so much revealed,

Showing the truth, the real you,

The real things that you do,

Taken by the devil himself,

I lost myself, in you,

And now I lie here,

So confused,

Motionless, this pain taken my life,

I ask myself,

What have you done to me?

The next thing she knew, she had written a poem and it described everything she was feeling at the moment. Satisfied Hermione put the book back on her night stand and lay on her bed, thinking, hurting and falling into a sleepless dream.

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Hermione sat up in bed wondering what had woken her up. She didn't remember even dreaming anything. Glancing over at her alarm clock she realized it was three in the morning. Hermione threw herself back on her pillow and watched the ceiling. I can't sleep, urgh! I hate it when this happens. Hermione threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. She slipped on her slippers and walked down stairs to the common room. Hermione found herself searching through the book shelves for something good to read. When suddenly a memory came to her.

"Do you think I'll believe you." Hermione said arching her eye brow angrily. Draco brushed his hair back and rolled his eyes. Hermione couldn't help but look him over once more. He looked more better up close and Hermione grunted at the thought.

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not." Suddenly Hermione's hips were griped by his strong hands. Hermione tried to pull him off but he just pulled her closer to him. "You can't get away that easily." Hermione glared at him and tried once more to get his hands off of her. After a minute of struggling against his strong hands she gave up and looked at him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Hermione asked irritated.

"You." Draco dove in and kissed her lips before she had the chance to say anything. As soon as his lips touched her own she forgot what she was going to say. His lips felt soft against her lips and he gently licked her lower lip asking for entrance. Hermione parted her lips and his tongue plunged in. Unwillingly her hands made it around his neck and his grip loosened as one hand crept up her back.

Hermione snapped out of her memory when she heard foot steps coming down the stairs. She held her breath unknowingly and waited for the sound to stop. Draco came down stairs scratching his head wearing green silk boxers. Seeing him like that triggered another memory.

"What's wrong?" He asked brushing her brown curls from her face.

"Your still clothed." Draco mouthed an "o" and quickly rushed off his belt that had his name written in the center in diamonds and then his jeans. He climbed back on top of her now only wearing boxers. Hermione smirked approvingly knowing that the boxers will come off soon enough.

Draco looked at her confused, she was obviously staring through him. She came out of her trance the moment he plopped on the couch. What is he doing here? It's bad enough I'm thinking of you. Hermione grunted and picked up a book and sat in an arm chair far away from the couch he sat on. Hermione began to silently read to herself ignoring the fact that his eyes were piercing at her. After ten minutes of unbearable silence Hermione got up to leave and finish reading in her room.

"Leaving so soon." Hermione shot him a cold look and turned towards the stairs. Draco came right behind her the moment she held her door knob. Although Hermione had her back to him, she could feel the closeness of his body and the heat radiating. She wanted nothing more then to fall into his arms but she knew better then that. I'm Hermione Granger, I'm not stupid and I won't fall for his sappy tricks.

"What do you want?" Hermione didn't dare to turn around and face him.

"Look at me!" Draco said coldly watching her back. Hermione slowly turned around and met his grey icy eyes staring at her. Nothing like she had seen when he use to be nice to her. It's like everything changed over night.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" Hermione hissed. Draco smirked at her and lifted her chin, her hand slapped his away faster then a fire bolt and Draco grew angry.

"You think punching me, yelling at me and slapping me will change the fact that your pathetic little heart is breaking, mud-blood." Hermione's face became pale, drained out of any energy she had. He knew everything to well, she couldn't hide it and now he stood in front of her calling her the one thing that had always made her feel tainted.

Hermione didn't know what possessed her to do it, she would have usually slapped him or pretended to hex him when he called her that awful name. But this time, something even he couldn't predict occurred. Hermione grabbed his neck and kissed him feverishly. Her lips matched perfectly against his and at first he stood there shocked. Hermione could tell he quickly gained recovery as his tongue began to move inside her mouth, searching and wanting. Hermione ignored the fact that his hands made it down to her thighs, she was enjoying the moment for as long as it lasted. Three minutes had passed by when she broke lose from him.

"What was that for?" He stared at her confused touching his lips with his fingers. Hermione gave a sinister smirk and moved back from him.

"Let that kiss haunt you to your grave, ferret!" Then Hermione dodged into her room and slammed the door. She couldn't help but silently giggle to herself. I felt him getting hard! Good for him! Out of yearning and hate within herself, Hermione began to cry once more. Every time she tried to persuade herself that he was nothing but a cold bastard, her heart skipped a beat. There was a part of her waiting for him to come running to her, arms open wide.

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The cold air and the snow falling didn't seem to bother the student's who busily walked around Hogsmeade. Everyone was enjoying their last day at Hogsmeade for the month. Hermione had bought herself a treat from the Candy Shop while Ron drooled over everything he saw. It was just the two of them, Harry had pissed off Professor Snape and forced him to stay in Hogwarts, as a punishment for his 'rude' behavior. Hermione thought that was awfully harsh of him to do that, specially when Harry rushed to finish all his work so he could spend sometime with Ron and herself.

"Let's go! You've been staring at that display case for hours!" Hermione said irritated as she put some extra treats she bought for Harry inside her purse.

"No I haven't!" Ron said. He was golfing down a chocolate frog like it was the last thing on earth available to eat. Hermione snorted and dragged him by the arms.

"Come on! I want to drink something." Ron nodded and threw his arm over her shoulder. Hermione didn't bother to shrug him off, after all she missed a warm embrace like this and he was her friend. Hermione caught some people staring at her as though she had lost her mind but she ignored those stares and looked up at Ron. He stopped and threw away a wrapper in the trash.

"So want to go to the Three Broomsticks?" Ron asked letting his arm down.

"Yea, I sure do." Hermione held her hand to her stomach. She was thirsty, the only thing she remembered drinking that day was a glass of cold water in the morning. Ron chuckled and walked along side her to the shop. Once they entered she didn't expect so many people to be inside. Hermione glanced around and noticed a platinum blonde hair. Immediately their eyes met and Hermione turned away to look at Ron. She grabbed his hand and walked to a table near the window. As soon as she sat down another memory hit her.

"You don't know shit about me. That's just half of who I am." Draco said smirking at her. Hermione took her hand back.

"Is that so? Could have fooled me." Hermione replied sarcastically.

"Come on. Granger! Give me a chance. I promise you'll like it." Hermione glared at him.

"So you think that kissing me, touching me allows you to receive the chance."

"Pretty much." Hermione got up angrily.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy. For once you won't get what you want. Oh and don't think sneaking up on me will do the trick!"

"I won't leave you alone till you give me a damn chance."

"Your a JERK!" Hermione said loudly.

"Hermione?" Ron had his hand over hers staring at her confused. Hermione looked up at him taking her hand back.

"Yea, I'm fine, I'm just fine." Hermione put her purse on the table and started fumbling with it. Ron watched her as she took out some money and gave it to Ron. "Can you get me a drink." Ron rose to his feet.

"Sure, what kind?" Hermione stared at the window, transfixed.

"Anything." Ron stood there for a second confused and walked off. Hermione zippered her purse and couldn't help the fact her hands were shaking. Why am I acting like this? Hermione turned to look at the direction where she caught herself lost in his eyes. Once again she found the grey eyes watching her. Hermione shivered and turned back around. Draco sat there by himself watching her and Hermione could feel it. Another long minute had passed when Ron came back with two drinks which made her jump. He set one in front of her and sat himself down.

"Hey, why are you so jumpy?" Ron asked taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm not jumpy." Hermione looked down at her vanilla float.

"You were a second ago." Ron took another sip.

"What's the big deal anyways?" Hermione said annoyed. She took a quick gulp of her drink. Ron set his down and looked right at her, studying her.

"Hermione, come on. What's bugging you? Lately you've been edgy." Hermione looked at him in disbelief.

"I have not been edgy!" Hermione said irritated.

"Woah! Cool down. That's the last time I ask you anything." Ron said as he turned to look at his drink. She could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Hermione said quietly. Ron looked up at her.

"You know. Somethings different about you." He said.

"Different how?" Hermione asked curiously. Of course she knew why she seemed different. It's not everyday she would be an object for seduction. It's not everyday she found out the one she actually loved had no heart and most likely will never return those feelings.

"Well, I don't know what's going on between you and Malfoy but it seems to me that it has to do with him." Hermione held back the urge to cry again. As though Ron seen her holding it back he leaned in. "Did he hurt you Hermione?" How could she tell him that he had? Ron would kill Draco the moment she said anything about the bet and decided against Ron and even Harry know anything about it. Hermione didn't want her two best friends expelled or worse sent to Askaban. Or was it the fact that she didn't want Draco hurt?

"No, no. It just didn't work out between us." Hermione said smiling at him. Ron fell for the smile and grinned back.

"Good. I couldn't stand you with him. He's an idiot to have lost you." Hermione tilted her head interested in hearing what Ron had to say.

"Oh is that so?" Ron blushed.

"Well your smart and attractive. You deserve better then that scum thats all." Hermione smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you." His ears began to redden and Hermione giggled. It was adorable to see Ron act the way he does. Hermione couldn't believe what had driven her to do so but she did it anyhow. Hermione leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Ron was beyond shocked but nonetheless allowed her to continue. Hermione deepened the kiss seeking entrance and he complied. The tongues danced, Hermione couldn't believe what she was doing. Sure Ron was a good kisser but it wasn't the same. Hermione disconnected the kiss and stared at him expressionless.

"I'm sorry Ron." Hermione grabbed her purse and walked out the shop. It was wrong for her to kiss Ron but she had. It was wrong for her to feel wrong but she had. It was wrong for her to feel guilty but she had. I deserve happiness don't I? Why can't I be with a guy without feeling bad or filthy?

Authorz Notez: No...she isn't dating Ron either. And she won't be. By the way thanks Tickled Pink89 for the comment. I maybe a good updater, but your a great reviewer. :p