Notdapunkprincess... you don't seem to like my story very much, do you?
Oh well, whatever… on with the story… and don't get used to this update-speed, I'm only ill and bored…
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Hermione lay in her bed in her headgirl-dorm in Gryffindor tower. It was Friday night. The Malfoy-incident had been on Wednesday. It was only two days after the Malfoy-Incident. After she had tasted the sweetest scent of vanilla ever. And she had no chance to get to sleep any time soon…
Gryffindor had just won a quidditch game against Slytherin, so everyone was in the common room, partying… Malfoy had been so depressed… He was team-captain this year…
But Hermione had quickly looked away from his sad form and cheered for Harry, the Gryffindor-team-captain. But she soon had gone to bed, told the others she was not feeling very well. In fact, she didn't seem to get the picture of Malfoy, landing on the ground and slowly making his way to the showers, out of her head…
Draco came out of the prefects bathroom, his hair dripping wet. He made his way to the one and only room he knew he'd be left alone in… He put his wand into his belt so he wouldn't loose it again and opened the door to the room he had been stuck in with Hermione Granger, the girl that smelled like strawberries. He had thought a lot about Hermione since then. He had had an eye on her, realizing how beautiful her smile was. How graceful she moved… And he had decided that he really liked her, mudblood or not. He still didn't understand mudbloods, but that didn't matter to him. If you ignored the blood, she was just a witch as he was a wizard and witches and wizards together matched great. But she was best friends with Potter and the Weasel and he really disliked the both of them… Besides, she would never want him… And that was when he materialized his first glass of firewhisky…
It was the third time now that a girl came into Hermiones dorm and asked if she was okay and if she didn't want to come out to the party and Hermione was fed up. She got up, dressed herself in a pair of Jeans, DocMartens and a black tanktop, pulled her hair up in a pony tail and made her way down, greeted by all the Gryffindors with joy, some of them even whistling. They were drunk, she thought, and made her way up to the boys dormitories, which was greeted by more whistling. She opened the door, not thinking anyone would be up here and was greeted with the now high pitched voice of Ron "Mione! What…?"
She saw Ron, sitting on a bed, the sheets around his waist and, as far as she could tell, naked. AND she saw someone hide under the sheets next to Ron. AND she saw Harrys trunk in front of the bed Ron and whoever were in "Ron, don't you think it's disgusting?" She said while opening the trunk and taking the marauders map out of it, completely ignoring the fact that he had 'company'. "This is Harry's bed, you realized that, yeah? Next time, please, take your little playmates to your own bed, will you? Oh, and tell Harry I burrowed his map, will you?"
She looked into the crimson face of Ron and then to the piece of messy black hair that stuck out from the sheets. She looked to the floor. Two quidditch robes. Noone in the team had black hair except… "Oh my god!"
Ron sighed and let himself fall down onto the pillows "Harry, Herms burrowed you map…"
A red faced Harry came out from under the sheets "O…kay…" Hermione took a few steps back
"Mione, let me explain…"
"I don't think I need explanations, thank you pretty much, just… How long?"
The two boys looked at each other, embarassed…
"Well, Mione, you remembert he day you punshed Malfoys nose and got stuck in this room with him?"
"Sure. It was trhe day before yesterday"
"Well, you noticed I was… oddly happy that day?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, it was because I finaly I got over my unreturned love for you… You remembered when we said we came late for breakfast because we had discussed quidditch in the dorm that day?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, hadn't discussed quidditch…"
Hermione stumbled backwards against the wall "Oh my… ew…."
"Herms, please…"
"I need to get out of here. Nothing against gay ones, but not YOU! I know how this is going! You're going to want to spend time alone! And I'm going to be left out! I'm going to be alone all the time… And I could deal with it, I really could… But I just came in here while my two best friends were having sex! I can't believe this is bloody happening… It's not the fact that you two are gay, I could deal with that, I would not mind, but I got a problem that you two are gay together, you know, that's just… BLOODY HELL!"
She opened the door and ran down to the common room near tears. She wanted out of here, but questions were heaped upon her head "What's up?" "Why are Harry and Ron not coming down again?" "Everything okay?"
Hermione stopped and looked at the faces around her "Harry and Ron are… taking a nap. It was a hard game… I mean, a difficult game for the both of them. Just let them sleep, they will come down soon, I'm sure… just don't go up there and disturb them, okay? I gotta go now. Headgirl business"
With that she left the common room, heading for the only room where she knew she would not have to deal with stuff like that and too many questions…
Draco jumped when he heard the door open "Who's'it?"
"Malfoy? I… I'm sorry… I thought I'd be alone in here… I'll leave…"
"Ah, Granger… Wanna firewhisky?"
She saw him materializing a glass and thought for a moment, then she used a spell that made her wand vanish, but appear at a flick of her wrist and closed the door "sure…"
Draco gave her the glass and an hour later, the both of them were drunk. They had materialized a blue fire and were telling each other funny stories about their friends "And then Crabbe actually passed that exam and nobody could explain that…"
Hermione laughed a little "I can't think of anything else to tell you, Malfoy…"
He didn't answer, so Hermione looked over to him. Hazel eyes met icy blue ones. His gaze met hers…
