Chapter 8

            The boy at the door stepped into the room. His eyes widened. Up until that point he wasn't aware that your emotions could change so dramatically. From feeling so happy, thinking that nothing go wrong, to feeling almost suicidal. There was nothing he could say…he was speechless at the sight of Justin and Hermione half naked.

            Justin snapped out of the shock and frantically searched for the shirt to cover up her bare chest with. When he found it, he put it up against her breasts.

            "Don't bother, I've already seen them," said the boy at the door. How could she do that to me? "How could you do that to me?" he asked in a trembling voice, "I know that I wasn't that good at it, but I will eventually get better!"

            "I'm sorry, but I've moved on. I'm with Justin now…"Hermione looked over to Justin with a smirk on her face.

            "Wait, hold up," Justin exclaimed, sitting up so fast that Hermione fell back onto the bed. She had a hard time keeping her shirt on with one of her arms as she used the other one to try and balance herself onto the soft mattress. "When exactly did this happen?" he added quizzically as he moved his index finger from Hermione to the boy.

            "As a matter of fact…" began Hermione before…

            "Last night…" he said, giving her a somewhat cold look. But you could still see the pain in his eyes.

            "Aww, man, I am outa here!" Justin was getting mad. What am I? A toy to her? His face was burning red.

            Good job, idiot. You just cost me some good banging! Are you happy now. But on the other hand, he really likes me, so that broke his heart. Awww, how sad. Can we get a tissue over here? Hermione thought as her shocked expression changed to an annoyed one.

            He jumped off the bed and searched for his shirt. He found it laying on the floor. Justin put it on as he was leaving, buttoning it up. He was so angry with her for two-timing him. What a fuckin' idiot? You should have got the picture last night when she ran after that retarded fool. But no matter how angry he was, he still wanted to taste her, feel her chest rising and falling against his and finish what they had been interrupted while doing.

            He closed the portrait leading to the Head dormitories behind him. It was a beautiful painting. Most of the picture was covered by a tumultuous sea, high waves banging violently against rocks on the coast of an uninhabited island. It was dark and stormy with lightning flickering every now and then. On the cliffs were resting three siren. They were the most beautiful women anyone had ever seen. The one on the left was sitting with her legs dangling into the ocean. The waves would come up periodically and wash her feet in the cold, uninviting water. Her hair was blonde and straight. Its wet ends went down to her breasts, gently wrapping around them as if trying to cover up the most perfect woman on the planet. All three were wearing swimsuits made out of leafs from the forest on the island behind them. The siren in the middle had wild red, untamed hair. It flowed down to her lower back, and matched her full, red, unimaginable lips. She had her legs crossed and was making circles with the leg that was on top. The siren on the right had black, ebony hair. It was as dark as the night and flew down to her shoulders, gently being blown around by the wind. She looked the smartest of the three. They were singing to a ship in the distance. There were piles on skulls and bones among the rocks. A fate to all that heard their sweet, eerie, intoxicating song.

            As he walked away from the portrait, Justin felt tears fall down his cheeks. They filled up his eyes and he wasn't able to see anything. All of the sudden he ran into something soft.

            "Watch it, Fletchley," hissed the blonde boy, before he went back to giving the password to the siren guarding his dormitory.

            That's weird. What's Fletchley doing here? Draco walked through the common room, and towards Hermione's bedroom where he could hear someone yelling. It was dark in here. The heavy curtains were closed, letting not even a single ray of light in. He was now standing in the hall where he had watched Dean and Hermione last night. Draco saw Dean standing in the doorway. He looked as if his top was about to blow off. He was clenching his fists.

            "…but I thought you wanted me…" Dean whimpered, looking towards the sport where Hermione's bed was.

            "You think that just because I slept with you it means that I will be yours forever and live with you in sickness and in health from this day on?" Dean was speechless, he couldn't even nod his head. He just stared at her, tears gathering up in his eyes. She saw his tragic and hopeful expression and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."

            "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy last night, because I know you did!"

            "You know what, Dean?" she said raising her eyebrows, "last night was the worst experience of my life! You could never satisfy me!" Hermione said, increasing the volume of her voice with every word.

            "But…but…but…" Dean muttered.

            "But what?" interrupted Hermione.

            "…but…I love you!" he said at a last attempt to get her back.

            "Hahaha…you love me, do you?" she said in an evil voice.

            "Ya…" he muttered, nervously tapping his right foot and staring down at the ground.

            "Love is garbage…love makes people weak…love is for fools…I don't love!" Hermione was now talking so loud that she was almost yelling.

            Dean couldn't pick his head up and look at her any longer. She had hurt him bad! He felt as if she had ripped his heart out, ran it through a paper shredder and fed it to the dogs. He had never felt so much emotion before. Dean couldn't see where he was going. From crying so much, he didn't even notice Draco Malfoy in the hallway in front of Hermione's bedroom. But he didn't care anymore…he didn't care about anything, except the torturing pain he couldn't get rid of. Running through the halls, he stepped on Mrs. Norris's tail on accident. Everything was so blurry to him…the halls, the portraits, the students. Somehow he ended up outside, in the storm, running towards the Forbidden Forest.

            Once he realized where he was, which happened when he saw a couple giant spiders closing in on him, he screamed and ran in the opposite direction back towards the castle. He couldn't comprehend how something so beautiful could have turned into the worst thing that ever happened to him in his life. Dean couldn't get his mind off of Hermione, and how she was perfect in every way. He couldn't help loving her even after everything she had done to him. There was no way he would attend any classes in the afternoon. He just wanted to go up to his room and cry.

            Draco was standing in the corridor right outside Hermione's bedroom, her door was still open. Dean had run past him just a few moments ago, crying like a little baby. Draco's jaw was open in shock. He couldn't believe how Hermione had treated him. Actually, it's perfectly excusable…he thought to himself…Dean is an idiot, a retard, he was stupid enough to think that Hermione was in his league, that he would actually make her want to stay with him, but he couldn't .I guess he dug his own grave, huh? That still wasn't enough to explain what had just happened. Draco had witnessed two guys run out of her room, crying for their mommies! Ooohh, our little Granger is all grown up and breaking boys' hearts? He thought with a little grin on his face.

            Hermione appeared at the door, wearing a short skirt, and covering her breasts with the top she had worn earlier that day. She was surprised to see Draco standing right outside her door. She shot him a cold look, "What do you think you are doing here?"

            "I was just…uhh…" stuttered Malfoy. What was she doing to him? He, The Draco Malfoy stuttering in front of a girl? Well, that was unheard of! Was he falling under her spell?

            "Ya…I'm listening…" said Hermione in a bored voice.

            "I heard someone yelling so I came to see what was up." Draco answered, looking concerned. That was close…I can't ever do that again, it's a sign of weakness and I can't let her see that.

            Hermione's expression softened a bit. "That was really sweet of you," she said in a purring voice and moved closer to him. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him. His mouth was so close to hers, hovering above it, lips almost touching. Draco brought his mouth towards hers, but just before their lips met she turned her head a bit and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks," whispered Hermione. Draco was left hanging with his mouth open and eyes closed.

            Hermione turned around, walked back into her room, and shut the door behind her, not looking at Draco, who was very close to drooling on himself.

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