(Author's note: Hey ya'll, Sorry this took so long to get up. I'm trying!
; Am now slowly stumbling through a writer's block. Gotta love 'em.
Grr. OH well, am getting there! )
Chapter 2
Harry stared blankly at his Potions book. He was rerunning the events of the night before in his head. She was scared of him!
'Well, she should have been,' Part of his brain told him. 'You could have hurt her or killed Malfoy if you had wanted to.'
'I would never hurt Hermione!' He yelled at himself.
'You were thinking about it last night,' his mind reminded him.
'Not her!' He told himself. 'I wanted to hurt Malfoy. Not her. She was the one reason I didn't curse him to hell.'
This seemed to satisfy his mind, because it stopped arguing. Though even though his mind stopped arguing he didn't stop thinking about Hermione and Draco.
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Ron sipped idly at his ButterBear. He too was thinking about Hermione and Draco and Harry. This wasn't the first time he and Hermione hadn't gotten along, but it was the first time in six and a half years that Harry and Hermione had stopped talking all together. Ron wasn't sure how Harry would handle it. He had always confided in Hermione as much or more about everything! Ron was also worried about Hermione. He was afraid that Draco would use her for something then hurt her.
'Why else would he suddenly start going out with her?' He said to himself.
'Why do you care?' Another part of his brain told him.
'She is my friend.'
'Wouldn't "was" be more correct?'
He had to think about this for a while. Was she still his friend. She was dating his best friend's enemy! Sure, he highly disliked Malfoy, but it was mainly Harry and Malfoy's fight. Ron was just siding with Harry and because of that got the honor of being the center of a lot of Malfoy's jokes.
'You were a bit harsh with her,' he told himself. 'You didn't have to completely abandon her. Especially right now when she needs someone besides Malfoy.'
"Damn!" He said out loud. "Why do I have to have a frickin' conscience?"
He clumsily stood up, his chair screeching across the wood floor of the Three Broomsticks. He had gone to Hogsmeade by way of a tunnel between Honeydukes, the sweets shop, and a statue of a hunchback hag. He and Harry had used that tunnel to get ButterBeer, various sweets, and a few items from Zonko's, the joke shop.
"Had enough then?" Madam Rosemarta asked him, smiling kindly.
"Yeah, thanks," Ron answered handing her three sickles. "Great ButterBeer, as always. I've always said that you have the best ButterBeer in town!"
Madam Rosemarta laughed.
"Why, thank you Ron," She answered.
"Well, I had better be going, Rosie. Need to fix some friend problems, oh the joys of teen years."
"Ah, you will look back one day and say 'I wouldn't chance one bloodly thing.'"
"If you say so."
"And I do. Now get going! And make sure you have Hermione with you next time you come, I need to ask her something. Come soon!" She called after him as he walked out the door and into the crisp autumn air.
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"No, Ron," Harry said forcefully. "She would rather be with him than with us. She proved that last night."
"Come on, Harry. Don't you think you are overreacting?" Ron asked cautiously.
"No."
"A little bit?"
"No."
"A teeny, tiny bit?"
"No!" Harry yelled, then grabbed his book bag and stormed out the door.
"Well," Ron said to himself. "That went well."
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The next day Hermione sat at the window in her room. As Head Girl she had a room of her own, and a common room that she shared with the Head Boy, Draco. It was a common room that anyone in the school could get to if they needed the Head Boy or Girl for anything. Because they were not in specific house rooms they could decorate their rooms and the common rooms as they wished. Hermione had decorated her room with blues. The walls she charmed to be a very, very light baby blue. The curtains were a dark blue, and her bedding was all a midnight blue with lighter blue pillows. Her floor was covered with pale blue carpet. All of the light blues made her room very bright and quite a contrast from Draco's. His room was all greens and black. The walls were charmed forest green and the curtains black. His bedding was black with green pillows. And the carpet was a medium green. Even with lights on and the curtains open his room was always dark. The common room they did a mixture of green and blue. The walls were light blue, the carpet was light green. The chairs were midnight blue, while the sofa was forest green.
A tear slowly crept down Hermione's cheek as she looked out the window. She saw Harry walking across the grass toward Hagrid's house. He was in a bad mood. She could tell by how he was walking. He was taking long, determined strides; his arms were stiff at his sides.
"He's probably going to tell Hagrid that I am a traitor and such," she said to no one at all.
"Yeah, he is."
Hermione jumped and quickly stood up. Ginny was standing at her shoulder.
"He was pretty upset last night," Ginny said softly as her friend sat back down and looked up at her.
Ginny had her bright red hair cropped short. She had decided that long hair only ever got in the way, so she had Hermione cut it so that it was layered down to the bottom of her ears. It looked very nice on her. Her eyes were very muck like Harry's; bright green. They were warm and friendly unless she was angry. Then they were piercing, almost like green daggers. She was taller than Hermione, close to 5'11, and had a stronger, sturdier build. Growing up with six brothers she had always been very active and tomboyish. This resulted in her becoming very strong. She could either be beautiful, sweet, and comforting, or she could be menacing.
"Oh, Ginny, he hates me now. He wont even talk to me," Hermione cried. Ginny sat down and put her arm around her friend as she soaked Ginny's robes with tears. Ginny patted her back comfortingly and tried to calm her down. After a few minutes Hermione gained her composure.
"I tried talking to him at breakfast this morning," she said. "He wouldn't even look at me. He just picked up his things and left without even acknowledging that I was there."
"He'll get over it," Ginny said trying to make Hermione feel better. "He'll vent to Hagrid, and Hagrid will talk some sense into him."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
Ginny looked out the window as she spoke. She could see Harry though the window at Hagrid's house. He was angrily throwing his hands up and making angry gestures. Ginny sighed as she watched him. She knew he was both angry and hurt. She also knew that it would take quite a while for him to calm down, though she didn't tell Hermione this.
Just then Ron walked in. He looked worried as he walked over to Hermione and his sister. When he reached the girls he stood in front of them looking at the ground and uncomfortably shifting his weight from foot to foot. He didn't know what to tell her. And he certainly didn't know how to tell her.
"I thought that you and Harry weren't talking to me," Hermione said as she wiped more tears from her eyes.
"'mione, why don't you just call it off with Malfoy?" He pleaded. "Harry is going nuts about it, he swears he'll never speak to you again. Says that you stabbed him in the back by going out with his all time enemy. Hermione, I've never seen him like this! It's as if a part of him is missing. You know he trusts you and confides in you more than anyone else, even me! He acts as though he doesn't know what to do now."
"I am not breaking up with Draco because Harry doesn't like it," Hermione said angrily, though she knew that he was probably right. She and Harry had had a closer relationship that she or Harry had with Ron. Harry told her everything. Whether it was a new girl he was crushing on, or if he was having problems with school, she was the first person he told.
"But 'mione—"
"Do you hate me, Ron?" She asked all of the sudden.
"What? Of course not!" Ron looked as though he had just been asked the world's dumbest question. "I highly dislike Malfoy, not you. If you want to go out with him that is your business, though I strongly suggest that you don't. But that is up to you! Just don't expect me to hang around with him."
"You are always with Harry, and he wont be anywhere near Draco." Hermione sighed. "But what about what you said the other night?"
"I was mad, surprised, and a bit confused the other night. And now that I have had a bit of time to think about it, I don't think we lost you." He grinned just a bit. "If we had, trying to get you back would have been a lost cause."
Hermione smiled as if trying not to laugh. He was right. When she had her mind set on something there was no point in trying to change it. She wouldn't listen.
Seeing that Hermione was trying very hard not to laugh, Ginny and Ron quickly glanced at each other before Ginny grabbed Hermione's arms and Ron began tickling her.
"ARH! NO!" Hermione laughed and squirmed. "Lemme go! Lemme go!"
Ginny and Ron laughed as they continued tickling her until tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. Then they finally stopped and the three of them laughed and panted and laughed some more. They spent the next hour or so talking and just enjoying each other's company before Ginny noticed that Harry was heading back toward the castle. Realizing that Harry would probably get quite angry if he saw them with Hermione at that time, the siblings quickly said good-bye to Hermione then headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione spent the rest of the evening in her room. She finished her homework, tidied up her room, and had just finished reading her "History of Magic Volume 7" book when Draco came in with a plate of supper for her.
"Potter and Weasley still being stuck up?" He asked as she bit into a baked chicken leg. She swallowed her food and wiped her mouth before answering.
"They are not stuck up," she said. "Harry isn't talking to me right now, but he'll get over it. Ron doesn't like the idea of you and I being together, but he said he'd deal with it."
"If you are so sure Potter will get over it, then why didn't you come down for supper?"
"Um, I needed to finish my homework," she lied.
Draco watched her as she picked at her rice with her fork. He could tell she was lieing, but he also was sure she would eventually tell him the truth.
Hermione glanced up to see Draco's eyes fixed on her. She bit her lip as she looked back down at her place. She wasn't totally sure Harry would talk to her again any time soon, and she didn't want to talk about that night.
"Quidditch practice was torture today," Draco said laying back on her bed.
"But, you are the captain. You get to chose how hard it is," Hermione said, glad he was changing the subject.
"Yes, but if I don't do drills with them they wont do it, and if we don't all drill then we don't get better," Draco explained, leaning on his elbow.
Draco then began telling her about the various plays they had worked out. Talking about Quidditch helped take her mind off of Harry, even though she didn't particularly enjoy the sport. After talking about Quidditch for an hour, and discussing potions for close to an hour, Draco went to his room and Hermione climbed into bed, quickly falling asleep.
(A/N Please review!!!! Pretty pretty please?? Thankies!
Chris)
Chapter 2
Harry stared blankly at his Potions book. He was rerunning the events of the night before in his head. She was scared of him!
'Well, she should have been,' Part of his brain told him. 'You could have hurt her or killed Malfoy if you had wanted to.'
'I would never hurt Hermione!' He yelled at himself.
'You were thinking about it last night,' his mind reminded him.
'Not her!' He told himself. 'I wanted to hurt Malfoy. Not her. She was the one reason I didn't curse him to hell.'
This seemed to satisfy his mind, because it stopped arguing. Though even though his mind stopped arguing he didn't stop thinking about Hermione and Draco.
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Ron sipped idly at his ButterBear. He too was thinking about Hermione and Draco and Harry. This wasn't the first time he and Hermione hadn't gotten along, but it was the first time in six and a half years that Harry and Hermione had stopped talking all together. Ron wasn't sure how Harry would handle it. He had always confided in Hermione as much or more about everything! Ron was also worried about Hermione. He was afraid that Draco would use her for something then hurt her.
'Why else would he suddenly start going out with her?' He said to himself.
'Why do you care?' Another part of his brain told him.
'She is my friend.'
'Wouldn't "was" be more correct?'
He had to think about this for a while. Was she still his friend. She was dating his best friend's enemy! Sure, he highly disliked Malfoy, but it was mainly Harry and Malfoy's fight. Ron was just siding with Harry and because of that got the honor of being the center of a lot of Malfoy's jokes.
'You were a bit harsh with her,' he told himself. 'You didn't have to completely abandon her. Especially right now when she needs someone besides Malfoy.'
"Damn!" He said out loud. "Why do I have to have a frickin' conscience?"
He clumsily stood up, his chair screeching across the wood floor of the Three Broomsticks. He had gone to Hogsmeade by way of a tunnel between Honeydukes, the sweets shop, and a statue of a hunchback hag. He and Harry had used that tunnel to get ButterBeer, various sweets, and a few items from Zonko's, the joke shop.
"Had enough then?" Madam Rosemarta asked him, smiling kindly.
"Yeah, thanks," Ron answered handing her three sickles. "Great ButterBeer, as always. I've always said that you have the best ButterBeer in town!"
Madam Rosemarta laughed.
"Why, thank you Ron," She answered.
"Well, I had better be going, Rosie. Need to fix some friend problems, oh the joys of teen years."
"Ah, you will look back one day and say 'I wouldn't chance one bloodly thing.'"
"If you say so."
"And I do. Now get going! And make sure you have Hermione with you next time you come, I need to ask her something. Come soon!" She called after him as he walked out the door and into the crisp autumn air.
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"No, Ron," Harry said forcefully. "She would rather be with him than with us. She proved that last night."
"Come on, Harry. Don't you think you are overreacting?" Ron asked cautiously.
"No."
"A little bit?"
"No."
"A teeny, tiny bit?"
"No!" Harry yelled, then grabbed his book bag and stormed out the door.
"Well," Ron said to himself. "That went well."
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The next day Hermione sat at the window in her room. As Head Girl she had a room of her own, and a common room that she shared with the Head Boy, Draco. It was a common room that anyone in the school could get to if they needed the Head Boy or Girl for anything. Because they were not in specific house rooms they could decorate their rooms and the common rooms as they wished. Hermione had decorated her room with blues. The walls she charmed to be a very, very light baby blue. The curtains were a dark blue, and her bedding was all a midnight blue with lighter blue pillows. Her floor was covered with pale blue carpet. All of the light blues made her room very bright and quite a contrast from Draco's. His room was all greens and black. The walls were charmed forest green and the curtains black. His bedding was black with green pillows. And the carpet was a medium green. Even with lights on and the curtains open his room was always dark. The common room they did a mixture of green and blue. The walls were light blue, the carpet was light green. The chairs were midnight blue, while the sofa was forest green.
A tear slowly crept down Hermione's cheek as she looked out the window. She saw Harry walking across the grass toward Hagrid's house. He was in a bad mood. She could tell by how he was walking. He was taking long, determined strides; his arms were stiff at his sides.
"He's probably going to tell Hagrid that I am a traitor and such," she said to no one at all.
"Yeah, he is."
Hermione jumped and quickly stood up. Ginny was standing at her shoulder.
"He was pretty upset last night," Ginny said softly as her friend sat back down and looked up at her.
Ginny had her bright red hair cropped short. She had decided that long hair only ever got in the way, so she had Hermione cut it so that it was layered down to the bottom of her ears. It looked very nice on her. Her eyes were very muck like Harry's; bright green. They were warm and friendly unless she was angry. Then they were piercing, almost like green daggers. She was taller than Hermione, close to 5'11, and had a stronger, sturdier build. Growing up with six brothers she had always been very active and tomboyish. This resulted in her becoming very strong. She could either be beautiful, sweet, and comforting, or she could be menacing.
"Oh, Ginny, he hates me now. He wont even talk to me," Hermione cried. Ginny sat down and put her arm around her friend as she soaked Ginny's robes with tears. Ginny patted her back comfortingly and tried to calm her down. After a few minutes Hermione gained her composure.
"I tried talking to him at breakfast this morning," she said. "He wouldn't even look at me. He just picked up his things and left without even acknowledging that I was there."
"He'll get over it," Ginny said trying to make Hermione feel better. "He'll vent to Hagrid, and Hagrid will talk some sense into him."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
Ginny looked out the window as she spoke. She could see Harry though the window at Hagrid's house. He was angrily throwing his hands up and making angry gestures. Ginny sighed as she watched him. She knew he was both angry and hurt. She also knew that it would take quite a while for him to calm down, though she didn't tell Hermione this.
Just then Ron walked in. He looked worried as he walked over to Hermione and his sister. When he reached the girls he stood in front of them looking at the ground and uncomfortably shifting his weight from foot to foot. He didn't know what to tell her. And he certainly didn't know how to tell her.
"I thought that you and Harry weren't talking to me," Hermione said as she wiped more tears from her eyes.
"'mione, why don't you just call it off with Malfoy?" He pleaded. "Harry is going nuts about it, he swears he'll never speak to you again. Says that you stabbed him in the back by going out with his all time enemy. Hermione, I've never seen him like this! It's as if a part of him is missing. You know he trusts you and confides in you more than anyone else, even me! He acts as though he doesn't know what to do now."
"I am not breaking up with Draco because Harry doesn't like it," Hermione said angrily, though she knew that he was probably right. She and Harry had had a closer relationship that she or Harry had with Ron. Harry told her everything. Whether it was a new girl he was crushing on, or if he was having problems with school, she was the first person he told.
"But 'mione—"
"Do you hate me, Ron?" She asked all of the sudden.
"What? Of course not!" Ron looked as though he had just been asked the world's dumbest question. "I highly dislike Malfoy, not you. If you want to go out with him that is your business, though I strongly suggest that you don't. But that is up to you! Just don't expect me to hang around with him."
"You are always with Harry, and he wont be anywhere near Draco." Hermione sighed. "But what about what you said the other night?"
"I was mad, surprised, and a bit confused the other night. And now that I have had a bit of time to think about it, I don't think we lost you." He grinned just a bit. "If we had, trying to get you back would have been a lost cause."
Hermione smiled as if trying not to laugh. He was right. When she had her mind set on something there was no point in trying to change it. She wouldn't listen.
Seeing that Hermione was trying very hard not to laugh, Ginny and Ron quickly glanced at each other before Ginny grabbed Hermione's arms and Ron began tickling her.
"ARH! NO!" Hermione laughed and squirmed. "Lemme go! Lemme go!"
Ginny and Ron laughed as they continued tickling her until tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. Then they finally stopped and the three of them laughed and panted and laughed some more. They spent the next hour or so talking and just enjoying each other's company before Ginny noticed that Harry was heading back toward the castle. Realizing that Harry would probably get quite angry if he saw them with Hermione at that time, the siblings quickly said good-bye to Hermione then headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione spent the rest of the evening in her room. She finished her homework, tidied up her room, and had just finished reading her "History of Magic Volume 7" book when Draco came in with a plate of supper for her.
"Potter and Weasley still being stuck up?" He asked as she bit into a baked chicken leg. She swallowed her food and wiped her mouth before answering.
"They are not stuck up," she said. "Harry isn't talking to me right now, but he'll get over it. Ron doesn't like the idea of you and I being together, but he said he'd deal with it."
"If you are so sure Potter will get over it, then why didn't you come down for supper?"
"Um, I needed to finish my homework," she lied.
Draco watched her as she picked at her rice with her fork. He could tell she was lieing, but he also was sure she would eventually tell him the truth.
Hermione glanced up to see Draco's eyes fixed on her. She bit her lip as she looked back down at her place. She wasn't totally sure Harry would talk to her again any time soon, and she didn't want to talk about that night.
"Quidditch practice was torture today," Draco said laying back on her bed.
"But, you are the captain. You get to chose how hard it is," Hermione said, glad he was changing the subject.
"Yes, but if I don't do drills with them they wont do it, and if we don't all drill then we don't get better," Draco explained, leaning on his elbow.
Draco then began telling her about the various plays they had worked out. Talking about Quidditch helped take her mind off of Harry, even though she didn't particularly enjoy the sport. After talking about Quidditch for an hour, and discussing potions for close to an hour, Draco went to his room and Hermione climbed into bed, quickly falling asleep.
(A/N Please review!!!! Pretty pretty please?? Thankies!
Chris)