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Chapter 6: Good and Bad

Hermione was hefted, unmercifully, by Malfoy onto the cot-bed in the hospital wing. Her head bumped on the bed in the process, and let out a grunt of displeasure.

"Be quiet, Granger," Malfoy hissed. "God knows this is all your fault anyway. That revolting show the two of you put on today, well, I'd be very surprised if the two of you weren't expelled."

Hermione slowly opened and closed her eyes, trying very hard to keep from knocking Malfoy clear through the wall. Instead, she replied in her silkiest voice:

"Oh, shut up, Malfoy. Look, I know you're jealous, I understand, really I do, but for Crissake, deal with it and move on."

Malfoy drew back, shocked, while Hermione rubbed her temples to relieve her throbbing headache.

"Me? Jealous of you and Harry? You, a mud-blood, and Harry Potter?" he spat in a bare whisper. "I'd be more likely to be jealous of a sewer-rat, if I were a mud-blood like you."

"Well then, look in my bag, I'm sure you'll find a very familiar piece of parchment in there. One that I believe you might've put in with my things the night you snuck into the Gryffindor common room," Hermione grinned.

"You are mad," Malfoy said, trying, Hermione could see, not to face-fault. "I think you hit your head harder than we all thought."

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, I believe I told you to bring Ms. Granger in here and leave," Madame Pomfrey "tsked", ushering him out of the room.

"Yes, Madame Pomfrey," he nodded. "I'll just take mine and Granger's things out with me."

Hermione shrugged, turning back to Madame Pomfrey, who was busy citing incantations and spells over Hermione's head.

An hour later, Hermione stepped out of the hospital wing, and found Harry waiting for her. He stood as she walked over to him, and handed her schoolbag to her.

"I saw Malfoy digging through it when I walked up, so I decided to rescue it for you... any reason he'd want to take pieces of parchment out of your bag?" he asked, puzzled.

"Not a clue," Hermione smiled, giving him a slight peck on the cheek, before taking his hand in hers. "I'll ask him later... say, where's Ron? I thought he might be with you."

"Oh," Harry laughed, "you know Ron, he got hungry. Said he'd meet us at supper tonight, that he was famished, and although he hoped that you were well, he had to get some food before he positively starved."

"Well, I know he hasn't exactly waited, but we'll join him anyway," Hermione giggled jokingly. "Uh, but I do have a question that I'd like to ask you before we get there."

"Shoot," Harry asked, looking out of a dark window as they passed it.

"Well, um, I dunno, I just wanted to know what-what you were, well, dreaming about, when- in, um, Potions, today," she blushed, seeming to become very interested in her shoes.

"Oh," he replied quietly, and then, "uh, why?"

"Well, I guess, you know, that I should know, since, well, we did almost get expelled for it..." she faded out, continuing to stare at her shoes, while her face was heated red in a continuing blush.

"Right, if you're sure," Harry nodded, looking down at her with a small, barely noticeable, smile. "But I warn you-"

"Just tell me, before I lose my nerve," Hermione huffed, shaking.

"When I first fell asleep, I was thinking about you of course, after you'd just kissed me, and then," Harry paused, then continued, "then, I dreamed we were... well, it's better to show than tell."

He stopped, pulled her to him, and then kissed her, more passionately even than in Snape's class. Her breath held, and finally they pulled away, gasping. Hermione smiled, larger than she ever had in her life, as he clung to her passionately.

"Maybe- maybe, we should go somewhere else," she managed finally, looking up at him, "you know, if we're gonna do this..."

:Well, where do we go?" Harry asked, pulling her over to the wall, out of direct view.

"I dunno," Hermione said quietly, thinking. Maybe... no, well, maybe- yes! The Room of Requirement would be perfect."

"The Room of Requirement? What-" Hermione cut him off.

"Yes, if we need a bed, or something, and not to be caught, well, the Room of Requirement could give it to us..."

She tugged at the sleeve of his robe, pulling him after her as she hurried down the hallway. They flew quickly and quietly to the Room of Requirement, and, after looking around, they opened the door, and gasped loudly at the sight before them.

A large oak, king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room. It was dark, bu they could make out sheer hangings over the bed, crimson, that matched the comforter, blankets, and pillows on the bed. A small nightstand sat by the bed, a soft light radiating from the lamp that sat upon it.

They stepped inside, Harry closing the door behind them, and locking with not only a regular lock, but a spell-cast one as well. They moved to the bed slowly, hesitantly.

Hermione removed her shoes, and sat on the bed. Her nerves shook her so bad, she wondered whether or not she would be able to go through with this.

"What if we're caught?" she asked. "I mean, it's a lot easier to ignore the consequences when Harry kisses me, but now, I'm not so sure... and I've never done anything more than hold hands and kiss anyone. This is more, it means so much more."

Okay, this is where I end for now!!! Will they go through with it? Will they freeze up? If they do it, will they get caught? I haven't made up my mind yet... keep reading to see! I spy with my lil' eye- a blue lil' box that says 'REViEW'! So please? Please? Please?? Imagine that, I even did it without begging... well, okay, I didn't... oh well! Thanx! n.n