Love Sick
Chapter Fifteen
Hermione had patrols that day but never returned to her room after she had finished her rounds. It was one o clock in the morning and Hermione felt a wake. The corridors were completely empty and she couldn't help but feel a chill coming down her back. Hermione wondered why Draco had hugged her earlier that day. She had almost hoped he would tell her he was sorry, but that didn't happen. He was the most cruelest person she has met. Hermione had finally reached the familiar safe room and Harry happened to be sitting alone.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Harry said when he notice her walk in. Hermione plopped down next to him.
"Not tired." Hermione smiled at him.
"Me either." Harry said. Hermione gazed at the crackling fire, remembering the night Draco had brought her back from the restaurant.
"Do you want to be my girl?" Hermione thought about this for a while, did she want him? Hermione looked at him and smiled.
"Sure." Draco cupped her chin with his other hand and moved in to kiss her. She quickly allowed him to enter and they kissed long and passionate. Hermione never expected this from him, not in a million years. But the kiss felt so right as though they belonged together.
"Hey?" Harry waved his hand in front of her face. Hermione closed her eyes and then stared at him. "Are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Hermione said quickly. Harry's green eyes looked at her confused and worried making her feel guilty. "Actually no." Harry stared at her and waited for her to continue. "Have you ever felt like you have everything in the world but your still missing something?"
"Yea. I feel that almost everyday, 'Mione." Harry said. Hermione could tell by the tone of his voice that he was referring to his parents. Hermione sympathetically took her hand in his.
"Does this have to do with Malfoy?" Harry said calmly. Hermione looked away from his glistening eyes. He knows too much. Maybe I can tell him and he won't be mad.
"Yea." Hermione said quietly. Harry shifted his position to face Hermione completely.
"You love him." Harry said. It didn't seem like a question, more like a statement but Hermione answered it as though it was a question.
"No."
He took her chin and made Hermione stare into his eyes. "Do you love him?" Harry asked again.
Hermione hesitated for a second but calmly said. "No." Harry gave out a sigh and let her chin go.
"Ron told me you kissed him." Harry said as he watched her. Hermione's eyes opened in horror. Ever since that kiss, Hermione pretended it never happened and Ron never bothered to ask her about it. They had continued to their old ways but she never expected him to tell Harry.
"Its not what you think I--" Hermione began.
"How do you know what I think?" Harry asked calmly, interrupting her. Hermione leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.
"What do you think then?" Hermione whispered.
"I think that you kissed Ron because of sexual tension building up between you and Malfoy." Hermione shot him a cold look. Harry immediately raised his hands. "Hey. That's what I think. I could be wrong."
"Harry. Shut up." Hermione said and closed her eyes again.
"Hermione, you can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I already guessed this much and by the way your acting I know its true." That had made her get up from her seat.
"You don't know what your talking about Harry Potter!" Hermione screamed irritated.
"Now wait a minute. I was just ---" Harry began
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Ron interupted him, as he came in wearing long black pajama pants with no shirt. He looked like he got out of the wrong side of bed. Harry and Hermione just looked at him surprised to see him.
"Nothing mate." Harry said quickly.
Ron narrowed his eyes at both of them suspiciously. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Why aren't you guys sleeping?"
Hermione smiled at him. "Its okay daddy. Me and Harry will go to bed soon."
Ron gave her a quick glare before muttering loudly as he went back up the stairs. "Stupid kids! Ow! Since when did we have a railing here! I can't believe they called me daddy, I'm not that ugly. Ow! Why can't they move this door further back."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at Ron's remarks. He sure was the type to say how he felt at any given time. When they had both recovered from their laughs Harry gave her a sincere look. "Hermione. I'm sorry."
Hermione shook her head. "No, No. You're right. I'm just a sexually frustrated teenager."
Harry couldn't help but break a laugh. "Since you put it that way."
Hermione gave him a punch on the arm. Harry winced. "When did you become so strong?" He asked holding his arm.
"Since the devil in me came out." Hermione said jokingly. He broke out laughing again.
"Can I ask you something 'Mione?" Harry asked once he cooled down.
Hermione gave a nod who was also laughing. "What happened between you and him?" Harry asked in a serious tone.
Hermione stopped laughing and looked into his eyes. "If I told you then I would have to kill you."
"I shouldn't have asked." Harry said quickly.
"No, It's okay if you ask. Me and him couldn't work it out." She answered.
"You guys looked like love birds why couldn't you work it out." He asked.
Hermione looked away, her eyes began to get watery for just thinking about the day she found out everything. Harry sensed this and grabbed her shoulders.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked urgently. Hermione shook her head. "Damn it Hermione! He did! I can see it in your eyes." Harry said frustrated.
"He...I...I was a bet to him, to sleep with and dump." Hermione stuttered.
Harry's face became appalled and shocked. "Merlin! Hermione I'm so sorry." He gave her a tight hug, brushing her hair back. Hermione laid her head on his shoulder.
"Its okay. Don't tell anyone. Not even Ron." She pleaded.
Harry sighed. "Don't you want us to do something, kill him maybe?"
Hermione shook her head. "No. This has nothing to do with either of you. I can handle it myself."
Harry got the message and didn't ask anything else. He just held her there rubbing her back and brushing her hair. Hermione felt safe and comfortable in his arms, something she hadn't felt for a long time.
"Hey Harry?" Hermione said grabbing his attention.
"Yea?"
"Now I have to kill you." Hermione said.
"Please don't I'm only seventeen!" He wailed. Hermione couldn't hold back the laugh and lightly shoved him off.
"Your such a drama queen." Hermione said plopping back on the couch. Harry did the same and put his arm over her shoulder.
"As long as I'm your friend, I don't mind being a drama.." Harry paused. "..king." He finished giving her a wink. Hermione broke a genuine smile and laid her head on his shoulder.
"What would I do with out you." Hermione sighed.
"That's why you shouldn't kill me." Harry laughed and the two continued their conversation through out the night. Hermione felt open up to him and to the ordinary observer, Hermione seemed to have her life back on track. But inside she was broken down and hurt.