Not JK rowling.
"Took you long enough!!" Hermione said, looking up from her book, as the portrait opened, letting Ginny pass through. She had told Crysania about Ginny's visit, therefore, she didn't need to know the password. With how she felt about Draco these days, pissing him off was the last thing on her agenda.
"Sorry. I had to talk to Ron. You know, I've barely seen him since he started dating Pansy. Do you think it will last between them?" Ginny asked, walking over to Hermione. She glanced at Draco, but saw him buried in a book, and hardly listening.
"Yes, I do think things are good with them. They are really good together. Whether it will last, I don't know. Lets go up to my room." Hermione said, getting up off the couch.
The two girls walked up the stairs towards Hermione's room, talking the whole way about Ron and Pansy. They didn't realize that Draco watched them ascend the stairs, his eyes mainly on Hermione. Sweet damn, did he want her. She was everything that he was, and wasn't'. She was perfection wrapped up in a beautiful body.
'Stop this!' Draco chided himself. 'Homework, not girls. Focus!' Draco returned his attention back to his book, but his mind continued to wander back to the Head girl.
"So, back to business, and away from my brother. The ball. Or, rather, masquerade. What should I wear? What are you going as?" Ginny asked the Head girl, as soon as they entered her room.
"I can't tell you what I'm going as. There was a charm placed on me by the witch who sold me the costume. Anyone who bought from there has the same charm. But I can help you, I think." Hermione replied, climbing onto her bed.
"Good. I'm totally lost." Ginny said, flopping down beside Hermione.
"Are you going for a more scary look? Cute? Sexy? Gothic? earth real?" Hermione asked, ticking them off on her fingers.
"Sexy, I think. Sexy and acceptable. You know, something where I'm not showing everything, but where I can still make men melt." Ginny giggled.
"Well, why not go as a Greek goddess? Or, a historical figure, perhaps. It could work, depending on who you went as, and how you did it." Hermione said.
"Well, what do you know about the goddesses? I like that idea. It wouldn't be too hard, but I want a good one!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Well, for you, Id have to say Iris, goddess of the rainbow, Erato, the muse of romantic poetry, or Venus the goddess of love." Hermione said, listing off the ones most like Ginny.
Hermione and Ginny talked for a few hours about the ball, how to do the costume, and things going on around the school. Hermione hadn't been paying attention to anything but her inner turmoil, and as a result, didn't know any of the current gossip.
Ginny left after everything was settled. Hermione was glad to see her friend, and be able to help her, but she really needed to get on to her homework.
She grabbed her book bag, and walked out of her room, towards the common room. She needed good light, and a place where she can spread her things out. Her room was nice, but she needed to organize everything as well, and the common room had the most room.
The common room appeared to be empty. Apparently, Draco had left, finished with his homework for the night. As Hermione walked over to her couch, she noticed that this wasn't true. All of Draco's things were still there, as if waiting for him to return. She decided that she would just have to deal with him. True, she felt uncomfortable around him, since making her discovery days before, but this was more important.
Hermione settled onto the couch, and set her things about her. She picked up the most urgent piece of homework, Potions, and began writing.
Draco was surprised to find Hermione sitting in the common room doing homework. He knew that she hadn't been there when he'd left, only minutes before, to go to the bathroom. He also knew that he hadn't been in the lavatory for a long time. He assumed that she had been quick, and had only just started her homework,
Draco walked down his stairs, to the couches, his eyes still fixed on Hermione. She looked so peaceful, and calm, doing her work. She was beautiful. Her black shorts showed a nice amount of creamy leg, and her red tank top fit her perfectly. Her hair was in two braids, trailing down her back. Beautiful.
Draco sat down on his couch, and tore his eyes away from her. He needed to concentrate. He couldn't let his marks get any lower. He forced his eyes to return to the book that he needed to read. His mind, however, refused to listen. His heart agreed with his mind.
"Hermione?" he asked, letting his eyes wander over to her body.
"Yes Draco?" she replied, not even looking up from her work.
"Do you hate me?" Draco mentally slapped himself. Why the hell did he ask that?? Now she'd know.
THAT got her attention. She turned her face from where she had been working, and looked at him. She had a confused look on her face.
"Should I hate you?" she asked, chewing on her quill.
"Well, no, but you aren't talking to me anymore, and I thought, maybe, that I did something." Draco said, embarrassed for himself, but relieved at her answer.
"To be honest, I assumed that you didn't want to talk to me after what happened last time we, err, spoke." Hermione said, her eyes dropped flushing slightly at the memory.
"I don't know why you thought that, but it simply isn't true. I was under the impression that you and I were friends. Last time I checked, friends simply didn't give up on each other because of one thing." Draco said, sitting back on his couch, feeling more relaxed.
"I guess you're right. Forgive me." She said, still not looking at him.
"Good." Draco said, returning to his book. 'Hmm, that was easy' he thought. 'Too easy, now what I think about it.' He looked back over at Hermione. She wasn't looking at him, and seemed to be thinking about something, other then homework.
"Hermione? Are you alright?" he asked her.
"Alright? Am I fucking all right? Draco, I'm NEVER all right!! I've had a terrible day, my marks are dropping, and I FORGOT about the ball, I'm behind schedule, and here you go, asking ME, if I hate you?? Have you finally lost it??" Hermione screamed, jumping up off the couch.
"Fuck this." Hermione said softly, and grabbed all of her things, and stormed up to her own room, tears in her eyes.
'What did I do?' Draco thought, watching the retreating back of the girl that he fancied.
