Ohhhhh... .:goes down to knees, face to face with ‚noone':. You know what? It's just like the vegetables-thing. If you don't like them, don't eat them. If you got such dramatically problems with my story, don't read it, okay? I'm open to criticism, really, but you did not criticize me, you attacked me on a verbal basis which is not what I'm used to from my reviewers. My general reviewer is polite, even if something is bothering him, amd he knows how to use words. He's got brains.
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Hermione woke up the next morning and looked around. This was definitely not her dorm. And the boy next to her was definitely Draco Malfoy. She looked around nervous. They were alone in the room, thank goodness!
She looked down to the sleeping Draco and last night's events came rushing back to her. And she smiled. Her mind was telling her that she should be ashamed and feel guilty to have given in to this desire, but she was not ashamed and definitely didn't feel guilty. And that was strange.
She had given her virginity to the guy she had hated most and didn't even regret it.
Draco felt Hermione shifting. So she was awake.
He kept his eyes shut, afraid of what she would say when she knew he was awake. She sure was angry at him. He had taken her virginity. She SURE was angry…
He waited for another ten minutes, but she did not get up and she did not yell and she did not throw things through the room and she did not hex him.
Draco sighed and opened his eyes, looking directly into Hermiones. And she smiled.
Draco edged away. This was strange. She was supposed to be freaking out. But she smiled.
"Wha… Hermione?"
"That's me"
"You… Why don't you… I thought you would… Hermione?"
Hermione shook her head and laughed "Yes, Draco, that's my name. What did you think I would do? Hex you into oblivion?"
Draco looked her over. She seemed happy… A little voice inside his head told him that that was what women always looked like after good sex…
But not Hermione after sex with Draco Malfoy, that was…. Odd…
In the time Draco had struggled with himself wether the situation was strange or not, Hermione had dressed herself "So, how do I get outta here without any Slytherin noticing me?"
Draco shook his head to come back to –the very odd –reality. "I... I'll make sure the common room's empty in a minute… Could you turn around? I want to dress myself"
Hermione turned around "You know, I really shouldn't have to turn around… Not that I care or something, but you remember what we did yesterday, right?"
"It's just odd and besides, I'm ready already"
Hermione turned around again "Good… so let's get outta here"
Draco let himself fall onto his bed "No"
Hermione glared at him suspiciously "What do you mean 'no'?"
"Hermione, it's odd enough that I got into your pants. The whole situation is odd enough, us being… dunno… friends or something… Potter and Weasel being the other way round… You breaking up with them… This was all very unlikely to happen, but it happened. And it confused me from the beginning on. And now you don't seem to regret yesterday night a bit"
Hermione sat down next to him "But you don't either"
Draco shook his head "No. I don't regret a thing. I got no fucking problem with witches that got muggle parents. And it would displease my father if he knew. And you're beautiful, smart… And I was no virgin. I got nothing to regret"
Hermione stare at the ground "And why should I?"
Draco sighed. He knew she would ask that… "Because of the years of insults I threw at you, because you despised me like there's no tomorrow and you had comprehensible reasons for your hatred. And you were a virgin. You are supposed to lose your virginity to someone you love. And I like you, Hermione. And maybe you like me. But sure enough neither you nor me love the other."
Hermione sighed. He was right, and she knew it. That were all reasons to be angry and regretfull, but… "There are reasons for not to regret a thing. And they outdo yours. First of all, you say you got nothing against muggleborns, which I believe you. So the insults weren't true, they were not what you were really thinking. They were what you learned and no one can make you responsible for what your parents teach you. And how many students graduate as a virgin? One in seven years? And how many students find their true love in Hogwarts and let them take their virginity? One in three years? If you say that fifty students graduate every year, that's 350 students in seven years. One of them being a virgin, two of them having lost their virginity to their true love. That's 347 that don't fit. Waiting for 'Mister Right' is an illusion. You can do that in fairytales, not in real life"
Draco stared at Hermione, who looked not as happy as before, but not a hint of regret was on her face. He took her face in his hands and gave her a gentle kiss "You're awesome, Hermione"
