Chapter Eight

Sweet Revenge

Draco left the library, holding back more tears, just as Harry softly broke the kiss.

He then too, left the library like nothing ever happened.

Hermione sat there; trying to recall if what just happened was real.

"Hey, Mione!" Ron said standing next to Hermione. Hermione got scared and dropped her book on the floor. She hadn't even seen Ron standing there.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." he said, picking up her book.

"That's ok, Ron. Say. Ron. How long have you been standing there anyway?" she asked as he handed her, her book back.

"Just got here."

"Say. Did Harry tell you who he likes yet, Mione?" Ron added.

"Yeah. He did." she answered, avoiding Ron's eyes.

"I mean, you and I spent almost everyday trying to get Harry to go out with Ginny and he just said no. And now it turns out he likes Gin-----"

"Wait. Harry likes Ginny?" Hermione cut in, looking Ron in the face.

"Well, yeah. Isn't that what he told you?"

"Umm… Yeah." she lied, looking down at her book again. "Its still shocking though." she whispered. Ron nodded in agreement.

"Listen, Ron. I got to go. Catch you later." she said getting up and walking out of the library.

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"Draco is a prat." Hermione said standing at the portal hole. She walked in and threw her books on the armchair she usually sat in.

Hermione then plopped down on the couch thinking.

"Why is everyone acting so weird all of a sudden? First Draco tells me he loves me. Then Ginny can't remember anything. Then Harry kisses me and tells me he loves me but tells Ron differently. And now I come to find out Harry really likes Ginny after all."

Just then Hermione heard a moaning sound. She leaned forward and raised one of her eyebrows at the strange sounds. The noises stopped and she just shrugged it off.

Hermione leaned back on the couch again, resting her eyes. Hermione heard the noises again and got up.

"What is that?" she asked herself, walking to the back of the couch.

"It sounds like……moaning?" she made a face, looking puzzled. "Its sounds like its coming from….." The puzzled look on her face quickly vanished.

She quickly walked over to her bedroom door and pushed the door open violently, just in time to see someone push passed her almost knocking her over, and run out of the portal hole.

Hermione tried to see whom it was, but couldn't quite make out the figure. She turned her gaze back to her room where she found Draco covering himself with her sheets.

Tears started to form in Hermione's eyes but she didn't let any of them fall.

"Was that…..P-PANSY?" Hermione practically shouted, pointing to the portal hole.

Draco didn't answer. Hermione walked in. She stopped in the middle of her room. Her eyes were blinded by tears.

"I can't believe you." she whispered, closing her eyes tight, causing her tears to roll down her cheeks.

Draco looked at her sympathetically. It was true, when he saw Hermione and Harry kissing; all he wanted to do was get back at her some how. Now, seeing her like this, seeing how much he hurt her all he wanted to do was to hold her close and kiss all her tears away.

Draco walked over to her, Hermione's sheets still wrapped around his waist. He tried to hug her but she pushed him away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Hermione shouted.

"I can't believe you." she said again, looking up at the ceiling, her hands on the top of her head.

"YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KISSED HARRY." Draco shouted back, getting mad again.

"AND YOU FUCKED PANSY…IN MY BED." she added pointing to herself. "THAT'S JUST SICK." Hermione shot back. There was silence for a few seconds.

"I can explain." Draco said softly, looking down at his bare feet.

"No, why don't I explain for you." she almost screamed, putting up a hand to stop him. "For some strange reason, Pansy 'just happened'" she made quotations with her fingers. "To wonder into our common room. Where she 'just happened' to find her way into my room. Where she 'just happened' to find you lying naked in my bed. Where she 'just happened' to 'just happen' to trip and fall on your." she raised her pointer and her thumb so that they were barely touching. Draco stared wide-eyed at her.

"That was cold." he said holding the sheets which were still around his waist.

"Yeah, well not as cold as this." Hermione punched Draco in the face. He fell backwards on her bed.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." she added hovering over him.